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those who built her, we pulled through the night all right. 
The day has passed, a gloomy day of sudden squalls and 
stinging hail-showers. 
At night we turned our thoughts to serious things, as 
who would not in such heavy weather? We read some 
( Sunday books' which had been supplied by the same 
wholesale firm in Liverpool that supplied our ship's 
biscuits. The biscuits are good, but the literature is not. 
The tract I read to-day wound up with this exhortation : 
* I hope this story will make my young readers kinder to 
cats. It is sinful and cruel to throw stones at them. It 
is far better to do as the little rhyme says : — ■ 
" I love little pussy, its coat is so warm, 
And if I don't hurt her, she '11 do me no harm." ' 
There is a good deal of common sense and pictorial sug- 
gestiveness in 1 the little rhyme/ but it does not come up 
to the quality of the biscuits- People who send these 
papers on board should bear in mind that there are not 
