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sured and the voyage more than ordinarily enjoyable. For one 
thing, the spice of common danger served to intensify the 
camaraderie of all on board and there was more real sociability 
and good fellowship than I had ever before seen on a passenger 
vessel, and I am confident that they would have behaved well in 
the event of an attack. 
On Friday the 26th we were making slow time on account of 
the gentle breeze astern, just about keeping pace with the vessel, 
resulting in a practical calm and insufferable heat in the engine 
and boiler rooms. Several of the stokers were laid out and the 
others were unable to do efficient work. In the afternoon, how- 
ever, we had a sharp rain-squall accompanied by a brisker and 
cooler breeze that helped matters considerably. The hours be- 
tween supper and bedtime were the most depressing and several 
members of our party were asked to give talks on our exper- 
lences, in the dining saloon, where a single shaded light was per- 
mitted. It was hard, however, to address people in the semi- 
darkness and most of us feel singularly helpless when we cannot 
see the faces of our auditors upon which we perhaps unconscious- 
ly depend largely for inspiration. I doubt if these impromptu 
lectures did very much to dispel the gloom, although they may 
have helped somewhat to pass the time. Professor Thomas dis- 
cussed the geology of the islands where we had worked; Mr. 
Stoner told of his experiences as a bug-hunter in the tropics; 
Ricker explained the mysteries of the moving picture camera; 
and the writer told of our expedition as a whole. 
On Saturday, July 27th, we received the first wireless news 
from the war and were rejoiced to learn that the great drive of 
the Allies was still progressing and that an important victory was 
elaimed by the London papers for the French and American 
armies. We were passing through a very unfrequented stretch 
of ocean and saw no vessels of any kind for three days. 
On Sunday it was raining and we had a song service in the 
saloon. Someone started ‘‘America’’ and about half the pas- 
sengers sang ‘‘God Save the King,’’ the music being the same for 
both. By noon we were about in the latitude of St. John’s River, 
Florida, but several hundred miles to the east. On Monday we 
had wireless notice of submarines operating off the Atlantic coast 
