The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1908-06-05
The Log of the Anemone


July Gail morning the deck has
been crowded with friends bidding us
goodbye. We have been here but a
short time, and yet it seems, somehow,
as if we were leaving dear old friends.
Pretty flower wreaths are hung about
our necks until we are almost covered
with them. Clarence Macfarlane
brushes away a tear as he leaves the
boat-we are not overjoyous ourselves.
Sinclair and his son have come aboard
also for a last hand shake. AS they
leave we are ready to east off. Good
bye, Hawaii mel, and all you dear peo-
pie of Honolulu! May we soon behold
your sunny faces again, and may we all
have a chance to return your generous
hospitality.
A strong wind is blowing, and the
Islands are fast disappearing. AS we
left the harbor in company with the
Lurline, a number of launches escorted
us, cheering us on our homeward way.
The Lurline got away beautifully.
Everything aboard was apparently
ready, while we needed hours to get the
sails hoisted. When we finally got well
under way, an unexpected event delay
ed us again. A launch flying the L. 5.
revenue ensign was making toward us,
signaling to us to stop. We hove to,
and as the launch came alongside, an
officer of the L. S. revenue cutter Man
ming, which was stationed in Honolulu
harbor, stepped aboard. The officer ex-
planned that one of the revenue cut
ter s crew had deserted, and that it was
believed he was on the Anemone. The
Commodore, although somewhat irri-
tated at the delay, politely turned the
Yacht over to the officer for his IN
spection. We could readily see the
officer did not relish his job; he went
forward. however, inspected the crew,
questioned captain and mate, and left
with an apology for delaying us.
July Yesterday afternoon the cap
tain was at the wheel while the men
were doing things which should have
been done long before. The wind was
quite strong. and the Anemone dancing
merrily. Suddenly the captain remem-
bered that he had not dashed the ehro-
nometers and asked me to attend TO
that. | went below and asked the Jap
cabin boy to get me some heavy ishline.
to help me. ! gave him to understand
that he did not know how, and had
just finished lashing one chronometer
when nv conscience awoke. So quick
" handed him the line, pointed at the
other chronometer. and steered fast,
straight course for my stateroom, which
I have not left since. / am tired and
feel better lying down. Ny shipmates
seem to feel the same way.
July Sunday is the day of rest
We stay in our rooms, except Thayer
and Stimson, whose activity is abnor-
NAL at times.
July 9.-The chunking of the engine
this morning advisedghs TAat the wind
had gone down. Th. ~ is not ripple
on the water, no ! .ping and lurehlng
of the boat to disturb our insides, and
yet We should prefer stiff breeze
We don't like to see the Anemone
cough thick, black smoke upon the nice
white canvas,
Some time ago we discovered a treas
ure store aboard, and ! went down to-
day to make an inventory of it, The
fireplace in the main saloon is framed
with thing. A close investigation
proved the tiles to be part of very
old Dutch set with illstrations of Bible |
texts. The text. taken from the Vui-
gate, is indicated on each tile, the pie /
lures are naive, as only the early i
seventeenth century could make them
There must have originally been hun
ireds of these tiles. as the choice Of |
topics remaining indicates an enormous
-ange, from the book of Genesis to the
Heath of Christ. On the floor are tiles
With pictures of old-fashioned, high
proved ships; also apparently of very
yreat age. ANY single tile would be
curiosity in an art collection.
july ia dead calm still, and the
,ngine started again. As we have
,nly one engineer. we can not run
more than twelve hours out of twenty
our, and our progress is not what II