o bath robes and jumping out of staterooms were never
seen! I felt that owing to my high standing and responsible position
in the "Alley," and having in mind the fame of Binns (of the
_Republic_, the "wireless" hero of Nantucket shoals), it was incumbent
on me to ignore my personal effects and comfort in an attempt to save
the ladies and their _lingerie_ at any price. So I slipped on my
trusty rain coat, and handed them out under a spread umbrella, one by
one, to a place of safety, I being the very last man to leave the Alley
and even then with reluctance. But mind you, I never took my eyes off
the floor! they were glued to it all the while this transfer was being
made. (Although when I afterward mentioned this circumstance, some
lady slung the javelin into me from ambush by saying
sarcastically--"Oh, yes indeed! 'glued to the floor' the way the
average man's eyes are riveted to the sidewalk when he passes the
Flatiron Building on a windy day!") But I was determined to make it a
wholesale sacrifice, and I did it! This Spartan performance was
generously rewarded, for I was added instanter to the _Cork's_ "Hall of
Fame" as the "Hero of the Deluge."

All our things were taken down to the furnace room and dried in a short
time, and the Alley quickly regained its dignity and composure. I had
to repair the damages to my room, but soon got it in perfect running
order again; with added improvements it became a veritable Bohemian
dream and I would not have left it for worlds. I could lie on my bed
and get a drink of water without rising, reach for a cigar, sew on a
missing button, open my treasury vaults to see how the funds were
holding out, and when dressing could sit down on my only seat, a
ten-cent camp stool, and take a short smoke while Steward Griffiths was
filling my bath tub. But I was far from civilization, as the
first-cabin baths were up two deck flights, then down one and back
through a passage underneath where you started from; the round trip was
a ten minutes' walk. I consoled myself with the reflection that it was
needed exercise and in the best interests of hygiene.

The delights of Funchal exhausted, we were off again for a visit to
Spain, landing after a short run at Cadiz.

SPAIN

CADIZ

There is not much to see in Cadiz but its Cathedral and the busy life
of its people, who number 70,000. It is thoroughly calcimined in
chromatic tints and looks fine as you approach it from the sea, but