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22 DER NEUENHEIMEE.
sions; stars and-well, sometimes eyes. It is wonderful
how few chaperones there are on hoard ship or, if they are
there, how little one sees of them ! It is also wonderful how
eloquent one becomes and how little one remembers what one
had said until it is too late! However, kisses stop at the
gangway we've heard said, and so we have our fun on board
while we can, and rare good fun it is! In the day-time
" deck quoits," " bull " and " deck cricket" are all the go
Someone suggests a cricket match "ladies v. gentlemen,"
The men play left-handed with broomsticks, and the game
becomes quite exciting. It is wonderful what a little tends
to interest and amuse people on board ship. On the fourth
day we reach Madeira. We anchor opposite the town of
Funchal.
It looks a veritable paradise from the sea. When we go
on shore, we find the streets narrow and paved with large
cobblestones ; very steep too are some of these paths. Those
leading up to the mountains behind the town are especially
so. Here we find bullock sledges. We get in and come
down the cobblestones at a first-class pace.—We have all read
" Dawn," by Eider Haggard, and there to the right above
the town, in fact, overlooking the whole bay is " Quinta Carr,"
the residence of Mrs. Oarr in "Dawn."—The mountains are
one mass of green and their tops are here and there decked
with thin vapoury clouds which continually pass over the
Island. We purchase a wicker chair for deck use, and with
great difficulty are dissuaded from buying a parrot; we leave
this, however, for the homeward voyage and return on board
just as the Pretoria gives her first blast to warn late-comers
on shore that "time and tide wait for no man," and that
the Union s.s. Pretoria follows their example. Six hours after
our arrival we are once more on our voyage. Two days more
pass and nothing happens worth chronicling. On the sixth
day of our voyage we reach Teneriffe. Here the Pretoria
intends coaling and so every one who can, deserts her and
goes on shore. Santa Cruz is built on a gradual slope, and
is not a pretty town though rather picturesque. As it is just
sions; stars and-well, sometimes eyes. It is wonderful
how few chaperones there are on hoard ship or, if they are
there, how little one sees of them ! It is also wonderful how
eloquent one becomes and how little one remembers what one
had said until it is too late! However, kisses stop at the
gangway we've heard said, and so we have our fun on board
while we can, and rare good fun it is! In the day-time
" deck quoits," " bull " and " deck cricket" are all the go
Someone suggests a cricket match "ladies v. gentlemen,"
The men play left-handed with broomsticks, and the game
becomes quite exciting. It is wonderful what a little tends
to interest and amuse people on board ship. On the fourth
day we reach Madeira. We anchor opposite the town of
Funchal.
It looks a veritable paradise from the sea. When we go
on shore, we find the streets narrow and paved with large
cobblestones ; very steep too are some of these paths. Those
leading up to the mountains behind the town are especially
so. Here we find bullock sledges. We get in and come
down the cobblestones at a first-class pace.—We have all read
" Dawn," by Eider Haggard, and there to the right above
the town, in fact, overlooking the whole bay is " Quinta Carr,"
the residence of Mrs. Oarr in "Dawn."—The mountains are
one mass of green and their tops are here and there decked
with thin vapoury clouds which continually pass over the
Island. We purchase a wicker chair for deck use, and with
great difficulty are dissuaded from buying a parrot; we leave
this, however, for the homeward voyage and return on board
just as the Pretoria gives her first blast to warn late-comers
on shore that "time and tide wait for no man," and that
the Union s.s. Pretoria follows their example. Six hours after
our arrival we are once more on our voyage. Two days more
pass and nothing happens worth chronicling. On the sixth
day of our voyage we reach Teneriffe. Here the Pretoria
intends coaling and so every one who can, deserts her and
goes on shore. Santa Cruz is built on a gradual slope, and
is not a pretty town though rather picturesque. As it is just