National Geographic : 1921 Jan
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Harold Stieg DIVING FOR COINS IN THE CLEAR TROPICAL WATERS AT BARBADOS At a later period in their wanderings, the an opportunity of comparing this child's play South Pacific. and extract a groan of agony from Steve as it crushed him against the cock-pit wall; the aft warp snapped, and the Dream Ship commenced to rise, tearing her covering board to ribbons against the lock wall in the process. There was nothing to be done. Our ascent was as inevitable as the sun's. We rose, and continued to rise, more like an elevator than a ship in a lock, until the blank, greasy wall ended, and above it appeared a row of grinning faces. "That's that," said the pilot; and it was. By some miracle the engine carried us to the next lock, where the same per formance was gone through, with such slight variations as the loss of a hat, three fenders, and the remainder of the port covering board. We passed out into Gatun Lake, a fairy place of verdure-clad islets and mist-enshrouded reaches, where cranes flew low over the water, and strange, wild cries came out of the bush. It was also the place where our engine voyageurs on the Dream Ship were to have with the activities of the pearl divers of the refused its office peremptorily, irrevo cably. THIE DREAM SIIP'S ENGINEER SPEAKS FEELINGLY I am engineer of the Dream Ship, prob ably the worst on earth, but still the en gineer, and for an agonized hour I wres tled with lifeless scrap-iron. How the profession of marine motor engineering ever attracts adherents, it is beyond me to imagine. I know one man it has sent to the asylum, and many others who bear the marks of having trifled with it finger nails that nothing short of cutting to the quick and gouging with a shovel will render clean; hands, clothes, and, for some unknown reason, face ingrained with ineradicable grime, a permanently furrowed brow, and a wistful expression that goes to the heart of the onlooker. In order to avoid such a fate, I have made it a practice to try hard for one solid hour and, failing to gain a response from the atrocity, leave the matter in other, and perhaps more capable, hands.