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The ship's company which two days back w^as largely content with cots, and the innumerable worthless remedies for seasickness, always recom- THE URUii A SHIPBOARD is toppled to the deck.

The human cockfight brings loud applause which attains its apogee when some spectator at the critical moment with a shrill cock-a-doodle- doo displays an egg.

The first land we sight after the Jersey coast has faded away is Watling Island, in the Baha- mas.

Everybody looks at it eagerly — a long, low-lying coast with a slender lighthouse, a fishing village and the wreck of a square rigged white linen with the cutest little shell jacket after the Royal Navy pattern becomes a subject for wonder and admiration.

A ship in the tropics is the truest of playgrounds.

We are beginning to feel the content of just living which characterizes the native of the tropics.

Up to a height of 7000 feet and more the mountains rise sheer from the sea with only here and there the narrowest strip of white beach at the base.

But by the morning of the fourth day a change comes over the spirit of our dreams.

The wind still blows, but it is soft, tempered to the shorn lamb.

In early morn the crests of the hills are draped with clouds, and from the valleys be- twixt them masses of white mist come rolling out as the rays of the sun heat the atmosphere.

For forty miles or so you steam along this coast with scarce an acre of level land between the mountains and the deep until in the distance you descry the BOG WALK, JAMAICA There are no bogs along this beautiful drive.

Past the quarantine station which, with its red-topped hospital, looks like a seashore resort, we steam, and the boat's prow is again turned southward.

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