JACKS, JKNNKTS AND MULES ^^ 



our ship, the steamship CaUfornia. We sailed from 

 Naples through the Mediterranean Sea into the Straits 

 of Gibraltar. While stopping at Malaga to coal I went 

 ashore to see a bull fight given in behalf of the flood 

 sufferers. It was largely attended by both men and 

 women, and children. Would estimate the crowd at 

 20,000. Six bulls were killed and some twenty horses. 

 Bull fighting is the chief sport of Spain. It is anything 

 but elevating. Arriving at Gibraltar I went ashore 

 with the steward to get some green stuff for our 

 stock, but did not succeed in getting much. We 

 walked through the city. It is by far the best fortified 

 city we have seen. Leaving Gibraltar we encountered' 

 a storm, going around the Azores Islands, which 

 lasted for eighteen days. The question was often 

 asked by the passengers who was the Jonah on the 

 ship. This storm was something fearful. It seemed as 

 if every day would be the last. I have no desire to be 

 in another one like this. The Atlantic was said to be 

 rougher in October, 1891, than had been known in 

 thirty years. We were out in all twenty-four days, los- 

 ing one animal. Our ship was reported lost ten days 

 before we reached New York. The evening we sailed 

 from Naples Mr. Roth was cabled the news of the death 

 of his wife, but he failed to get it, which I suppose 

 was fortunate for him. He did not learn of her death 

 until he reached his home at Lexington, Ky. While 

 waiting for our ship at Naples I visited Mt. Vesuvius, 

 which is seven miles out. It is plainly seen from 

 Naples. It is constantly throwing out great volumes 

 of smoke. The crater or mouth of the volcano is 

 something Hke 150 feet square. I went right to the 

 crater and heard a fearful roaring noise. The lava had 



