THE DREAM SHIP 



Photograph by Ralph Stock 

 THE "DREAM SHIP,"' WITH TLIE DEVONSHIRE HILLS OF ENGLAND IN THE 

 BACKGROUND, READY TO START ON HER LONG VOYAGE TO THE SOUTH SEAS 



Biscay, which treated us with the utmost 

 kindness until oft Finisterre, and then 

 drove us before half a gale into Vigo, 

 Spain. 



Here we duly admired the soft-eyed 

 senora and her charming children at play 

 on the palm-bordered alameda, commis- 

 erated : with the unfortunate Spanish 

 mule, laid in ten gallons of vino tinto. 

 and shaped a course for Las Palmas, 

 Canary Islands. 



THE ORDEAL OE COOKING IN A GIRATING 

 FO'CASTLE 



Four hours on and eight off was how 

 Ave apportioned our watches, and, thanks 

 to fair winds and the easy handling of 

 the Dream Ship, it was never necessary 

 for more than one of us to be on deck 

 at a time. In fact, there were hours on 

 end when the helmsman could lash the 

 tiller and take a constitutional. 



Cooking, a dreaded ordeal, we took 

 week and week about. It is one thing 

 to concoct food in a porcelain-fitted 

 kitchen on terra fir ma and quite another 

 to do it over a Primus stove in a leaping, 

 gyrating fo'castle nine by five. Porridge 



has been found adhering to the ceiling 

 after "Steve's week." But hush ! per- 

 haps he may have something to say on 

 the subject of Peter and myself. 



There is always plenty to say about 

 the other fellow, but in nine cases out 

 of ten it is best left unsaid. Forbearance 

 is as much the keynote of good-fellow- 

 ship on a dream ship as elsewhere — per- 

 haps more — and we are rather proud of 

 the fact that we have covered half the 

 world without battle, murder, or sudden 

 death. 



AMATEUR NAVIGATION CALCULATIONS 

 PROVE CORRECT 



At the end of ten days' pleasant rou- 

 tine and fair winds, we experienced the 

 acute joy of finding land precisely where 

 our frenzied calculations had placed it. 



As the island of Grand Canary loomed 

 ahead. Steve was seen to pace the deck 

 with a quiet but new-born dignity — until 

 hailed below to help wash dishes. 



At Las Palmas we suffered a siege of 

 bumboat-men, lost a good deal more than 

 we could afford at roulette, laid in a fresh 



