The Ship that lost her way.

(From a Photograph by Dr. Kum.) “WHERE ARE WE?”

By Dr. Kart W. Kum.

“ Hullo! Hullo, hullo!” The words rang out with a marked nasal twang across the burnished gold of the tropical sea.

Holle.) hullo*l”’ We stepped across the deck, for on shipboard any outside life is interesting, and saw a large sailing boat lying at anchor, motionless and _ apparently tenanted only by one man. Fair and square he stood there on the poop, captain of a silent craft, her sails half down, her deck in perfect order, but with a lost and aimless air about her.

“Ffullo! hullo! Where are we?” The unmistakable Yankee voice had a note of perplexity in it. Round came our rudder, and our ship swung off her course, circling round the stray vessel to enable the two captains to communicate. Apparently the American had crossed the Atlantic, and in tacking several Birt FL i re ie