The days were interminable.

We wandered around the boat, first forward, then aft, to find a cool spot.

We hung up our canteens (covered with flannel and dipped in water), where they would swing in the shade, thereby obtaining water which was a trifle cooler than the air.

There was no ice, and consequently no fresh provisions.

A Chinaman served as steward and cook, and at the ringing of a bell we all went into a small saloon back of the pilothouse, where the meals were served.