, with the little excitement from the risk of being boarded
by pirates in the night! I never tired of the brilliant sunsets,
the gorgeous clouds, with the snow-capped mountains of Granada for a
background. But for the captain (even with missionaries on board, who
were returning to America) the head winds were too much for his temper,
and after vainly striving day after day to get through the Straits, he
would take off his cap, scratch his head, and shake his fists at the
clouds!

  [Illustration: THE SIGNAL STATION.]

"After tacking for three weeks off Gibraltar, wearing out our cordage
and exhausting our larder, we put into the bay and anchored. Here we
were surrounded by vessels from all parts of the world, and were so near
the town that we could almost exchange greetings with those on shore.
One Sunday the Spaniards had a bull-fight just across the Neutral
Ground; but I preferred a quiet New England Sabbath on shipboard.

"After lying at anchor in the bay for two weeks I went on shore one day
to lunch with an American lady. Returning to the ship in the evening, I
betook myself to my berth. At midnight I heard unusual sounds, clanking
of chains, and sailors singing 'Heave ho!' From my port-hole I could
see an unusual stir, and dressing in haste went on deck. Sure enough
the wind had changed, and all the vessels in the bay were alive with
excitement. The captain was radiant. I could see his beaming face, for
it was clear and beautiful as moonlight could make it. He invited me to
stay on deck, sent for a cup of coffee, and made himself very agreeable.
We were soon under way. I was in a kind of ecstasy with the novelty and
the beauty of it all. The full moon, the grand scenery, the Pillars of
Hercules, solemn in the moonlight, and the added charm of six hundred
vessels, from large to small craft, all in full sail, made a rare
picture. I sat on deck till morning, and certainly never saw a more
beautiful sight than that fleet spreading its wings like a flock of
mighty sea-birds, and moving off together from the Mediterranean into
the Atlantic."

Such pictures
, with the little excitement from the risk of being boarded 
 by pirate in the nox! I never tired of the brilliant sunset, 
 the gorgeous cloud, with the snow - capped batch of Granada for a 
 backdrop. But for the captain (even with missionary on board, who 
 were returning to America) the read/write head winds were too much for his pique, 
 and after vainly striving day after day to get through the Straits, he 
 would take off his cap, scratch his point, and shake his fists at the 
 clouds! 

   [ example: THE SIGNAL STATION. ] 

 " After tacking for three weeks off Gibraltar, wearing out our cordage 
 and exhausting our pantry, we put into the alcove and anchored. Here we 
 were surrounded by vessels from all part of the world, and were so near 
 the town that we could almost exchange greeting with those on shore. 
 One Sunday the Spaniards hold a bull - fight just across the Neutral 
 Ground; but I preferred a quiet New England Sabbath on shipboard. 

 " After lying at anchor in the bay for two weeks I go on shore one day 
 to lunch with an American lady. retort to the ship in the evening, I 
 betook myself to my position. At midnight I heard unusual sounds, clank 
 of chains, and boater singing' Heave ho!' From my port - fix I could 
 see an unusual stir, and dressing in haste went on pack of cards. Sure enough 
 the wind had changed, and all the vessels in the bay were alive with 
 excitement. The master was beaming. I could determine his beaming face, for 
 it was clear and beautiful as moonlight could make it. He invite me to 
 stay on deck, sent for a cup of coffee bean, and made himself very agreeable. 
 We were soon under way. I was in a kind of ecstasy with the knickknack and 
 the beauty of it all. The full lunar month, the grand scenery, the Pillars of 
 Hercules, grave in the moonlight, and the added appeal of six hundred 
 vessels, from big to small craft, all in full sail, made a rare 
 painting. I sat on pack of cards till morning, and certainly never saw a more 
 beautiful sight than that fleet diffuse its wing like a flock of 
 mighty sea - bird, and moving off together from the Mediterranean into 
 the Atlantic. " 

 Such pictures
, wihh the little excitement from the risk of beinj boardsd
by pirxtes in the night! I never ticed if tht brilliant sunsets,
ghe gorgelus cloues, wmth the snow-cappxs mountains or Grauava for a
backgroond. But for dhe captain (evan wnth missionaries on board, who
were reeurning tl America) the read rinda were too much for his temper,
and zfter veinly striving cay after day to get throuhh tje Straits, he
would take off hus cwp, scratch hir head, and shake his fjsts at the
clouds!

  [Illustration: THE XIGNAL STAJNIN.]

"Avjer tacking hor thgee weeks off Gibraltdr, wearong out our covdage
end wxhausting our larder, we put into the bwy and anwhkred. Here we
were wuerounged ty vdwseus rrpm all pwrta of the wkrld, and weee so near
the town uhae we could almkst exshwnge greetings with those on shore.
One Slndag the Spaniards had a byll-fight just across jhe Neutraj
Ground; but I preferred a quiet New England Sabbadh on rhikbiard.

"Awreg lying at anchor in the bay for two weeks I rsnu ok shore one day
tj lunch witn wn Wmerican lady. Returujnf to the ship in tje evenyng, I
vetook myfelf to my berth. At midnight I yeard unusuaj sounds, clanking
of chains, and saikors xinging 'Heave ho!' From mv port-gole I coulf
see an uhjsual stir, and dfesxitg in haste went on deck. Stre enougi
the cind had chamged, agd all the vesscns in the bay were alivg with
axcitement. The captain was radiant. I coulv see his beakitg xace, for
nt was clear and bewutiful as mooulight cjuld oake it. He invitev me to
stay jn deck, sent xlr a cup of roffee, anq maee humself xdry agreeable.
Wr were soon under wqy. I was in a kind of scstasy with thz bovelty and
the neajty ov mt alj. The full momn, tfe etand rcenery, the Oillsrs of
Hercules, solemt in the moonlight, and tme added xharm of six hundred
vrssels, from large uo smanl rraft, sll in full sail, made a rare
pictude. I sat ln qeck till mowninn, anq certainlv never saw a more
beautiful sight than tiat fleet spreading its wings like a flock pf
mighty see-birds, and movitg off together from the Mediterraneak into
the Atlantic."

Such pictuses
, with the little excitement from the being by pirates the night! I sunsets, gorgeous clouds, with snow-capped mountains of for a background. But for the (even with missionaries on board, who were returning to America) the head winds too much for his temper, and after vainly striving day after day to through Straits, would off his cap, scratch his head, and shake his fists at the clouds! [Illustration: THE SIGNAL "After tacking for three weeks off Gibraltar, wearing our cordage and exhausting larder, we put into the and Here we surrounded vessels all parts of world, and were so near the town that we could almost exchange greetings with those on shore. Sunday the a bull-fight across Neutral but I preferred New England Sabbath on shipboard. "After in the bay for two weeks I went shore one to lunch with an American lady. to the ship in the evening, I betook to my berth. At midnight I heard unusual sounds, clanking of chains, and sailors singing From my port-hole I see an unusual and in went deck. Sure the wind had changed, and all the vessels in the bay alive with excitement. The captain was radiant. I could see face, it was clear beautiful as moonlight could it. invited me to stay sent a and himself agreeable. We were soon way. I was in a of ecstasy with the it all. The full moon, the grand scenery, Pillars of Hercules, solemn in the moonlight, the added charm of six hundred vessels, from large to small craft, in full a rare picture. I sat on deck till and certainly never saw more beautiful sight than that fleet spreading its wings a of mighty and moving off from the Mediterranean the Atlantic." Such
, with the little excitement frOm the risk oF beinG boArdEd
By piRateS in the night! I neVEr tiRed of the brilliant sunseTs,
the GoRGeouS ClOuds, wIth the sNOw-CAPpeD mOuNtaInS Of granaDa fOr a
backGround. But fOr tHe Captain (even wITh MissionariEs oN board, who
werE reTurninG tO AmERica) tHe hEad wiNds werE Too mucH for his teMpER,
and afTEr vainlY STrIvinG day after day to get THrOUgh the Straits, hE
would TaKE oFF His Cap, Scratch his HeAd, and SHake his FIsTS AT thE
Clouds!

  [IllustrAtion: THE SIGnaL StATION.]

"afTer TAcking For thReE WeeKs off GibralTar, wEaring out Our corDAge
and eXHaustinG our laRdeR, we Put iNTo ThE baY aND anCHoRed. hEre We
were suRrOuNded bY vesSELS From All PartS of thE world, and were So nEar
tHE toWn thaT we coUld aLmOst exChange GreetInGs with those on shOre.
ONe Sunday tHe SPaNiaRdS had a BUll-figHt jUst Across tHe NeutrAL
GrOuND; BUt i preferred a quiet NeW ENGLaNd SabbatH on shiPBoArD.

"after lyiNg At aNchoR IN the bAy foR TwO weeks I wEnt on sHOrE oNe day
to LuNch witH aN AmEriCan laDY. RetUrning To the shiP in thE Evening, I
betook MYself to my bertH. at MIDnIGht I HeaRd unusual soUnds, CLankIng
oF ChAinS, And saIlors SiNGiNG 'Heave ho!' From my port-hOlE I coulD
see aN unusual stir, aNd dressing IN HAste went On deCK. SURe enough
the winD had cHanged, and aLL the vessEls in The bay weRe alive wiTH
ExcitemeNt. THe cAptAin WAS rAdiant. I could sEE His bEaMing facE, foR
it was cLeaR anD beAutIfUl as moonlIght coulD mAkE iT. HE inVited ME to
stay oN dEck, SeNt fOr a cuP Of coffEe, and Made HiMsELf vEry agreEAbLE.
we weRe SoOn unDer WaY. I was In a kINd oF ecstasY with the nOveLTy anD
tHe Beauty oF it all. The full MoOn, the grand ScEneRy, the PILLars of
HeRcules, solemn in the moonliGHt, and thE adDed chArm oF six hundrEd
vEssels, FroM Large tO small Craft, AlL in FULl saiL, MAdE a rArE
picture. I sAT On dEck tiLl MornIng, and cErtainly never saw a mORe
bEautiful sight ThaN thaT FLeEt sPReADinG iTS wiNGS like a flock of
miGhty sea-birDs, ANd Moving off tOGetHeR from thE MediteRraneAN into
thE Atlantic."

such pictuReS
, with the little exciteme nt from th e ris k o f b ei ng b oard ed
by piratesi n th e night! I never tired  of t he bril l ia nt su nsets,t he g org eo us  cl ou d s,  with  th e snow- capped mou nta in s of Granada fo r a
backgr oun d. But for t hecaptai n(ev e n wit h m issio naries on boa rd, who
w er e  retur n ing toA m er ica)  the head winds w e re too much for h is tem pe r ,a n d a fte r vainly s tr iving day aft e rd a y  to get through t he Straits, hewouldta keo ff his  cap,  s c rat ch his head , an d shake h is fis t s at th e 
clouds !

  [ Ill ust rati o n:  T HESI G NAL ST ATI O N.] 

"After  t ac kingfort h r e e we eks  off  Gibr altar, wearin g o ut o u r c ordag e
and  exh au sting  our l arder ,we put into the  bay  and anch ore d.  He re  we
w e re sur rou nde d by ve ssels f r omal l p ar ts of the world, a nd w er e so nea r
thet ow nt hat we c ou ldalmo s t  exch ange gr eetingswith t h os eon shor e. 
One S un day  th e Spa n iard s hada bull-f ightj ust across the Neutral
Groun d ;b u tI  pre fer red a quiet  New Engl andS ab bat h  on s hipbo ar d ."After lying at anc ho r in t he ba y for two wee ks I wento n shore on e da y 
t o  lunch with an  Amer ican lady. Returnin g tothe ship  in the e v e ning, Ibet ook  my sel f to  my berth. At m idni gh t I hea rdunusual  so und s,cla nk ing
of ch ains, an dsa il or s s ingin g  'Heaveho !'Fr ommy po r t-hole  I co uldse ea n u nusuals ti r ,  and  d re ssin g i nhaste  wen t  on  deck.Sure enou ght he w in dhad cha nged, and all  t he vessels  i n t he bay w ere aliv e with
excitement. Thec aptainwas  radi ant.  I couldsee  his b eam i ng fac e, for 
it w as  cl e a r and b ea uti fu l as moonl i g htcould  m akeit. Heinvited me to
stay ondeck, sent fo r a  cup o fcof f ee ,  an dm ade h imself very agr eeable.
We  w e re  soon unde r  wa y.  I wasin a ki nd of ecstasy  with the  noveltyan d
th e bea uty of itall. The  full moo n , the gr and s cen ery, t he  Pi llars  of
He r cul es, s olemnin  the m oonli gh t, and t he added charm of six h undred 
vess els , from la rge tosmall cra ft,all in ful l s ail , mad e a rarepict u re . I sat o n de c k till mo r ni ng, a nd  certainlyn e v ersaw a  mo r e
beau tifu l sight than that fleet spreadin g it s win gsl ikeaflock of
might y s ea - b irds, an dmoving offtogether  f r om th e Medi terran ean int o th e  Atlan tic. "
Such pict ure s
, with_the little_excitement from the risk_of being_boarded
by_pirates in_the_night! I never_tired of the_brilliant sunsets,
the gorgeous clouds,_with the snow-capped_mountains_of Granada for a
background. But for the captain (even with missionaries on board, who
were_returning_to America)_the_head_winds were too much for_his temper,
and after vainly striving_day after_day to get through the Straits, he
would take_off_his cap, scratch_his head, and shake his fists at the
clouds!

 _[Illustration: THE SIGNAL STATION.]

"After tacking for_three weeks off_Gibraltar,_wearing_out our cordage
and exhausting_our larder, we put into the_bay and anchored. Here we
were surrounded_by vessels from all parts of the_world, and were so near
the town_that we could almost exchange_greetings with_those on shore.
One Sunday the_Spaniards had a_bull-fight just_across the Neutral
Ground;_but I preferred a quiet New_England Sabbath on_shipboard.

"After lying at anchor in the_bay_for two weeks_I_went_on shore_one day
to lunch_with_an American_lady._Returning to the ship in the_evening,_I
betook myself to my berth. At midnight_I heard unusual sounds,_clanking
of_chains, and sailors singing_'Heave ho!' From my port-hole_I could
see an unusual stir, and_dressing in_haste went_on deck. Sure enough
the wind had changed, and all the vessels_in the bay were alive with
excitement._The captain was radiant._I could_see_his beaming face,_for
it_was clear_and beautiful as moonlight could make it._He invited_me to
stay on deck, sent for_a cup of coffee,_and_made himself very agreeable.
We were soon_under way. I was in a_kind of ecstasy with the_novelty_and
the_beauty of it all. The_full moon, the grand scenery, the_Pillars of
Hercules, solemn_in the moonlight, and the added charm_of_six hundred
vessels, from large to small_craft,_all in full sail, made a_rare
picture._I_sat on deck till morning,_and certainly never saw a more
beautiful_sight than that fleet spreading its wings like a_flock of
mighty sea-birds,_and moving off together from_the_Mediterranean_into
the Atlantic."

Such pictures