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climbed the steep cliffs around the Cove, carry¬ 
ing with them by enormous exertion, motion- 
picture and other cameras, plates and equipment 
up the almost perpendicular slopes. In this 
Cove we secured alive penguins and flightless 
cormorants, as well as the nests and eggs of the 
latter. Boobies, pelicans and terns were abun¬ 
dant and nesting. 
We left Tagus and steamed toward Chatham, 
crossing the equator four times in twenty-six 
hours. Early the next morning we anchored 
at Wreck Bay which boasts the only lighthouse 
in the Archipelago, visible for four miles, which 
is not bad for a gasoline light on a long pole. 
Nothing else is to be seen of human occupancy 
in this Bay except a square white shack where 
the lighthouse keeper lives, and a very shaky 
pier. The Pipeline of the pilot book did not 
exist. The lighthouse keeper, an Ecuadorian 
who said he was also Captain of the Port, came 
aboard with an old Englishman, and we were 
told that the only way to obtain fresh water 
was to have it brought in casks on the back of 
oxen from a distance of five miles up in the 
mountains. As we needed forty tons of water, 
this was an impossible way of obtaining it, and 
the prospect was very gloomy. The old English¬ 
man who told us he was “Johnson of London” 
and who had lived so long in Wreck Bay that 
he had almost forgotten his native tongue, 
volunteered to pilot us around the island to 
Fresh Water Bay where he was sure we could 
get a sufficient supply. So having stopped hardly 
long enough to anchor, we got under way again, 
and cruised around to the Bay with the promis¬ 
ing name. 
Here we found two cascades of fresh water, 
one of good size, which plunged over high cliffs 
and poured into the sea. Against the foot of 
the cliffs surged a tremendous surf, which kept 
all small boats a hundred feet off shore. The 
Bay was such only by courtesy, for there was 
almost no incurve to the forbidding coast line 
and it was on the weather side of the island. 
There was no bottom a quarter mile off shore, 
and the Captain dared approach no closer. So 
we watched the tantalizing spectacle of quanti¬ 
ties of fresh water running to waste in a spot 
which for us was utterly inaccessible. 
However, with three others I made an attempt 
upon a bit of low pebbly beach with a mass of 
green back of it. I leaped overboard and let 
the roller wash me up on the piled pebbles, and 
there, immediately behind, was a broad stream 
of pure water rushing down into the sea. We 
rigged up the long rubber deck hose, one end 
THE LAVA SLOPES OF EDEN 
Home of the great sea lizards. At low tide they clambor down over the barren cliffs to feed on tufts of 
seaweed. Indefatigable in the distance. 
