used for the necessary
instruments--four chronometers, two theodolites, guns, telescopes,
camp furniture, and piles of books and printed forms. Mr. Albert Gould
of Bowdoin was my secretary on board that year, and was of very great
value to us.

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Though the work of an amateur, Sir William's surveying was accepted by
the Admiralty and the Royal Geographical Society--his survey in
Nigeria having proved to have not one single location a mile out of
place when an official survey was run later.

Many a time in the middle of a meal, some desired but unlucky star
would cross the prime vertical, and all hands had to go up on deck and
shiver while rows of figures were accumulated. Sir William told us
that he would rather shoot a star any time than all the game ever
hunted. One night my secretary, after sitting on a rock at a movable
table from 5 P.M. till midnight, came in, his joints almost creaking
with cold, and loaded with a pile of figures which he assured us would
crush the life out of most men. My mate that year was a stout and very
short, plethoric person. When he stated that he preferred surveying to
fishing, as it was going to benefit others so much, and that he was
familiar with the joys of service, he was taken promptly at his word.
It was a hot summer. The theodolite was a nine-inch one and weighed
many pounds. We had climbed the face of a very steep mountain called
Cape Mugford, some three thousand feet high--every inch of which
distance we had to mount from dead sea-level. When at last Israel
arrived on the summit, he looked worried. He said that he had always
thought surveying meant letting things drop down over the ship's side,
and not carrying ballast up precipices. For his part he could now see
that providing food for the world was good enough for him. He
distinctly failed to grasp where the joy of this kind of service came
in--and noting his condition as he lay on the ground and panted I
decided to let it go at that.

The Governor was a real MacGregor and a Presbyterian, and was
therefore quite a believer in keeping Sunday as a day of rest. But
after morning prayers on the first fine day, after nearly a week of
fog, he decided that he had had physical rest enough, and to get good
observations would bring him the recreation of spirit which he most
needed. So he packed up for work, and happened to light on the unhappy
Israel to row him a mile or so to the land. "Iz" was taken "a