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| Self 'Port'rait |
Long: 14° 49' W. Distance travelled: 280 miles.
- The ship is a place of many sounds. The vessel speaks officially with its hooter - with this it warns passengers, salutes passing ships and announces its presence in fog. Time of day is declared by bells, meals are sounded on a bugle. On Sundays bells and whistles may be heard, their meaning is beyond ordinary mortals but they seem understood by those for whom they are meant. Boat drill is announced by gongs.
We had our second boat drill today. Each cabin has some place in one of the boats corresponding with number. Boat drill councils in taking your life preserver with you to your boat and there answering your name at a roll call. The ships hooter then announces all is well and we carry on with our previous occupations or make the interruption an excuse for doing something else. Notices are pinned up before drill occurs, warning us of its imminence.
- The wind is still behind us, keeping us on. Our smoke (such as it is: we have good stokers who manage to consume practically all of it so that little waste of fuel occurs!) blows gently on ahead of us as we steam along. We are only going slowly now as we are ahead of time.
There are about 18 African Missionaries on board (8 British, the rest American). We had a little devotional meeting on the boat deck in a quiet corner after dinner tonight.
- It is getting appreciably warmer. Tenerife marks the beginning of "Tropical Regions". Even today one or two of the electric fans (which are fitted everywhere) were working for the first time this journey.
Tonight there is quite a strong coal wind blowing.
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| Looking forward from ship. |
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