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THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



Photograph by J. P. Ault 



TH£ "CARNEGIE" AT LYTTEOTON, NEW ZEALAND, DRESSED IN HONOR OP 



ANZAC DAY 



When off Wake Island we were run- 

 ning before a hurricane for 20 hours at 

 11 miles per hour under bare poles, with 

 not a sail set. The force of the wind 

 drove the rain through every crack and 

 crevice of the ship, and everything and 

 everybody on board was wet through. 

 Fortunately we had a clear path and no 

 company. 



After the storm we avoided being 

 wrecked on Wake Island one dark night 

 only by keeping a sharp lookout, or 

 rather by keeping our ears open and hear- 

 ing the roar of the surf on the beach 

 when only one-half mile offshore, no land 

 being visible. By immediately changing 

 our course 90 degrees we sailed out of 

 danger. 



Many a ship has come to grief on the 

 gleaming white coral beach of the myriad 

 low-lying islands, reefs, and atolls which 

 dot the South Pacific Ocean. Numbers 

 of these coral atolls are no higher than ten 

 feet, making them invisible except at 

 short distances. The regular winds are 

 usually interrupted or die out altogether 

 in their vicinity, making navigation diffi- 

 cult and dangerous. 



At times there has seemed to be a per- 

 versity in the elements when we were 

 approaching some of these dangerous 

 islands, the wind shifting gradually as 

 we advanced, as if determined to force 

 us upon the shore. The heat radiating 

 from the land areas causes upward cur- 

 rents of air in their vicinity, thus disturb- 

 ing the regularity of the winds. 



So we sauntered on down the latitudes 

 toward New Zealand, diving through the 

 Marshall Islands, skirting the Solomon 

 group, and dodging the Indispensable 

 Reefs, marked only by a white line of 

 breakers in the midst of the sea, with one 

 small rock showing above the surface. 



I/rTTEI/TON, THE GATEWAY TO THE 

 ANTARCTIC 



Lyttelton (the seaport for Christ- 

 church), situated at the gateway to the 

 Antarctic, has been the last port of call 

 for nearly all the exploring expeditions 

 which have plunged into the Antarctic 

 through the Ross Sea. 



Nestling in the midst of the Port Hills, 

 which alone break the even level of the 

 broad, beautiful, and richly productive 



