When I get back I will make a
little model of her for all the chicks and pay out cotton reels. .
. . Here we are at 4.20 at Brest. We leave probably to-morrow
morning.
'JULY 12. GREAT EASTERN. - Here as I write we run our last course
for the buoy at the St. Pierre shore end. It blows and lightens,
and our good ship rolls, and buoys are hard to find; but we must
soon now finish our work, and then this letter will start for home.
. . . Yesterday we were mournfully groping our way through the wet
grey fog, not at all sure where we were, with one consort lost and
the other faintly answering the roar of our great whistle through
the mist. As to the ship which was to meet us, and pioneer us up
the deep channel, we did not know if we should come within twenty
miles of her; when suddenly up went the fog, out came the sun, and
there, straight ahead, was the WM. CORY, our pioneer, and a little
dancing boat, the GULNARE, sending signals of welcome with many-
coloured flags. Since then we have been steaming in a grand
procession; but now at 2 A.M.
Pages:
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203