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THE START 



HAVING sacrificed to the Red Gods and the White 

 Gods, and the augury proving favorable, we sailed 

 on the Mauritania, January 22, 1913, armed with guns, 

 cameras, and great expectations. Samuel C. Pirie, the 

 merchant prince and prince of good fellows, delightful 

 companion, prime sportsman; Lyman N. Hine, H. Lloyd 

 Folsom, and John T. Terry, Jr., classmates in Yale, just 

 in the twilight zone that separates school from harder 

 lessons found in the curriculum of real life, abounding 

 in health, strength, and enthusiasm three splendid 

 specimens of young American manhood these made up 

 our party of five. 



We reached London January 28th, put our impedi- 

 menta on the German steamer Prinzes sin at Southamp- 

 ton, February 1st, and caught up with the steamer 

 February I3th, at Naples, having had nine days for 

 Paris, Monte Carlo, and Rome. A sixteen days' sail on 

 this sixty-four-hundred-ton vessel, that responded to the 

 roll of the billows in a way that an Atlantic liner would 

 scorn to do, brought us to Mombasa. Port Said, Suez, 

 and Aden were the only intermediate stops after leaving 

 Naples. The first two are interesting as marking the 

 termini of that great commercial enterprise, the Suez 



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