at this down in our troop-deck, you can take my word for it, 'there is something doing!
£1. Pay today, which will be nice for Cape Town.
Five o'clock found many of us up on deck this morning for 'Cape Town' was expected to be reached before dinner. Like bloodhounds who have tasted flesh & who have reddened their fangs in the gore of their prey, and are eager for yet another victim so were we, after our stay at Durban, anxious for the landing at Cape Town.
Forty miles from port we could plainly discern the outline of Table Mountain, a level ridge amidst an army of sky-piercing, rocky peaks. The mountains skirt the coast for miles, and form