THE DRKAM SHIP 



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THE DREAM SHIP 



Photograph by Ralph Stock 

 AT ANCHOR IN A WEST INDIES HARBOR 



roundings, including ourselves in varie- 

 gated costume, took up his position in 

 the bows. I went below, and after a ten 

 minutes' wrestle with the auxiliary en- 

 gine, contrived to make three out of the 

 four cylinders "go" sufficiently to propel 

 us at a dignified speed of three knots in 

 the direction of the canal. 



"Is that the best she can do?" inquired 

 the pilot. 



I lifted an apologetic, perspiring, and 

 begrimed face to his and admitted that it 

 was ; moreover, that we were very lucky 

 to be doing that. 



"Ah, well, the dav is vounsr," he com- 



mented cheerfully. "What about an awn- 

 ing? We shall be baked alive before 

 we've done." 



Did I tell him that the reason we had 

 not rigged an awning was that I was 

 more than half expecting the engine to 

 break down, and that we should have to 

 hoist sail? I did not. Whoever heard 

 of sailing through the Panama Canal ? 

 An awning was rigged and we entered 

 Gatun Lock in style, followed by two 

 mere liners. 



The giant gates closed. There was an 

 eruption of water seemingly under our 

 stern that caused the tiller to rlv over 



