National Geographic : 1942 Jan
The National Geographic Magazine Edmund Zacher Whale Ships of 100 Years Ago Started This Mail Box in the Galapagos Vessels outward bound on two- and three-year voyages left mail here on picked up by homeward-bound craft. The barrel has been renewed, but the the spot is named "Post Office Bay." Letters deposited here by the Yankee to the United States by a passing yacht (page 8). The 2,000 hens' eggs from Gloucester with their thin wax coatings kept quite well. Our powdered milk was entirely satisfactory. The most popular dishes were muffins, johnnycake, corn-meal mush, baking-powder biscuits, gin gerbread, fried onions, and baked beans. We lived outdoors practically all the time. The hatches, skylights, and deckhouse port holes were always open. Most of the men wore only shorts. They gradually abandoned rubber-soled shoes, even for going aloft. The girls wore shorts or slacks and boy's shirts and stuck to some kind of footwear. If one got a bithotatsomejob,allhehadtodowasto swing a bucket over the side and pour cool sea water over his head. The little bathroom tub below was scorned. Life was never dull. One morning Lorita, the parrot, was moved aft as usual and set on top of some oil drums along the lee rail. Her cage was hand-built out of wooden boxes, Santa Maria Island to be service still functions, and (background) were carried and painted a gaudy silver. Suddenly the ship took a quick jump, and Lorita, cage and all, went over the side. "Parrot overboard!" we yelled. Looking astern, we could see Lorita, very distressed, perched in one corner of the box, bobbing up and down in mid-ocean. "All hands on deck!" The ship must be put about to save Lorita. At top speed the crew took in the light sails. Her owner climbed aloft and directed the Yankee toward that small speck. The Mystery of Easter Island As the ship rounded up, the tallest sailor, hanging from the bobstay under the bowsprit, reached down and scooped up the life-saving cage with a soaked parrot inside. Soon the ship was back on her course, and Lorita, screaming, but unharmed, was drying in the sun.