to go a long voyage again
in a yacht without at least auxiliary steam power.

_Friday, May 11th_.--At 2.30 a.m. Pantellaria was abeam. At five the
homeward-bound P. and O. steamer passed us quite close, and at six we
met the outward-bound P. and O. steamer. At eight we passed Cape Bon
and sailed across the mouth of the Bay of Tunis, in the centre of
which is Goletta, the port of Tunis, the site of the ancient city of
Carthage. Once we anchored close by that place for two or three days,
and on that occasion I collected enough varieties of marble and mosaic
from the old palaces to make some beautiful tables when we got home.
In the afternoon and evening we made the Fratelli and the Sorelle
Rocks, and still later the little Island of Galita. There were many
steamers going in all directions, and it struck one very forcibly how
much this little islet in mid-channel stands in need of a light.

_Sunday, May 13th_.--The wind was dead ahead, and the sea of that
remarkably confused character for which the Mediterranean is famous.
It seemed as if the wind of yesterday, the wind of to-morrow, and the
wind of to-day, had all met and were bent on making a night of it. We
had service at eleven and four. The chart, now a good old friend, for
it has been used by us on so many Mediterranean voyages, showed that
this is the fourth noontide we have spent within a radius of thirty
miles of this particular spot; within a radius of sixty miles we have
spent at least three weeks of our lives at various periods. This does
not of course include voyages in steamers which are not recorded in
the chart.

_Monday, May 14th_.--About breakfast time to-day we crossed the
meridian of Greenwich; and this virtually completed our voyage round
the world, our original point of departure having really been
Rochester, which is a few minutes to the east of Greenwich. The wind
changed in the middle of the day, and we passed through a large fleet
of merchantmen hove-to under shelter of Cape de Gat, where they had
collected, I suppose, from various ports in Spain and Italy.

_Tuesday, May 15th_.--This was a somewhat sad day, many of our pets
dying from the effects of the cold wind or from accidents. The
steward's mocking-bird from Siam, which talked like a Christian and
followed him about like a dog, died of acute bronchitis early this
morning; and his monkey, the most weird little creature, with the
affectionate ways of a human friend, died in the afternoon,