The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1922-01-26

play the boat off enough to get the
seas astern. The stove started to go
adrift--it was full of red coals-and
there. were three cans of kerosene
lashed to the foremast at the foot of
the stove. Arens managed to strength
en- the lashings and set some more
guys. Then the stack on deck started
to carry away. and again Arens saved
the day. But the terrific falls the
Diablesse was enduring were more
than any boat should have to bear.
wondered how much she could stand.
1t was then | thought Of the heavy rug
in the cabin and trailed it, and it did
the trick.
For week the Dabesse was sailed
at top speed, and then calm struck
the craft. Just before the calm, on
July a, the Diablesse hailed and spoke
to the Easterly of London, secured a
position and learned of the outcome of
the Dempsey-Carpentier fight.
For nearly week we lay in the
calm," says MIR. Kelly. "For a while
and everyone slept up. But after a
day or two we were keen to be on our
way again. ] carried but 80 gallons of
Bd5OllHcI anu LIllS lOI ClHCIBSHCy puI
poses, so it seemed foolish to start the
motor. We took down our sales to
keep them from sitting to pieces and
took to cleaning ship. For day or
two this was very good fun; then 1T
began to wear. WalloWing idly in a
placid ocean beneath blazing sun,
when your objective is nearly thous
and miles away and the nearest land
700 miles to the east has its charms,
but it sets you to thinking about your
water supply. Arens sang all the
songs that were popular during the
Spanish b-AmeTican war, and sometimes
we sat in the cockpit and fairly shouted
with laughter. Then we would go over
the side for a swim. We had tea and
crackers and jam, and presently Ann
would conjure up good dinner. And
after dinner there were few moments
of work; the lights to hang, the white
light placed where the helmsman could
reach it in case of following steamers,
and if a little evening breeze had
sprung up, setting sails.
81 would lie in my bunk while Rom
sey. the navigator, and Arens carried
on endless conversations about sharks.
Romsey averred that shark would
not attack black man, and Arens
promptly suggested black Annette
Kelerman bathing suits for white men
swimming in shark-infested waters.
Romsey wasn't positive this would
work, although he thought it might.
Once Arens asked how whales were
killed. The ship was very still and his
voice came booming down the compan
ionway. Instantly came the answer
from AIMS stateroom: They chloro-
form them!
THAT the conversation should often
include the subject of the large fish
was not surprising, for we saw no end
of whales during the week we lay in
the calm. They were all around US
and time after time we we're amazed
to see two immense black, column-like
forms rise out of the water, bolt up
right, and fall back with a tremt ndous
splash. Romsey told Us that WI ales
fight after that manner; but fighting
or playing we we're startled many
times by having the horizon broken by
the gigantic fish, and several times
they were so close to the boat that the
thought of their doing damage was in
our mind. One calf whale, about 80
feet long, took a great fancy to the
Diablesse and hung about US for nearly
two hours. The first time he touched
| thought we had struck a submerged
wreck. dashed out on deck to find
Ann and Arens and Romsey solemnly
staring into the small and stupid eyes
of this young Gargantua.