our flag, and come to anchor in the harbor. Rows
of one-story brick buildings are seen on the shore.
There is something ominous in their yellow color,
but they cannot wholly tinge the cheerful complexion
of the quiet, sun-bathed island.
Now the health officer has mounted the ladder and
taken a census of the passengers, — so many first
class, so many second class, so many steerage. Then
we are told that only about ten more can be accom-
modated on the island. The larger number must
spend two days of the quarantine on the steamer till
there is more room. The steamer was not bad, but
the island seemed better. It was then that the tent
which the ladies had made turned the scale in our
" May we put up a tent and camp by ourselves? "
" Certainly," said the health officer.
The director was sitting in a boat below.
" Is your tent all ready? " he shouted.
" Not quite," I answered. I saw that there were
almost no trees on the island. There were some
good spars on the steamer, but they could not be
purchased for tent-poles. A tent without poles or
ropes would be a heap of shapeless cloth — duck
"What do you require? " shouted the director.
" About thirty yards of rope."
" The size of your tiller ropes."
"A pair of long oars for our tent-poles."
The director and his boat left for Corfu; and, be-
fore we had disembarked from the steamer, the rope