I still reflect with pride, however, that even at that early age I washed when I got up.

That journal finished me.

I never have had the nerve to keep one since.

My loss of confidence in myself in that line was permanent.
The ship had to stay a week or more at Gibraltar to take in coal for the home voyage.
It would be very tiresome staying here, and so four of us ran the quarantine blockade and spent seven delightful days in Seville, Cordova, Cadiz, and wandering through the pleasant rural scenery of Andalusia, the garden of Old Spain.

The experiences of that cheery week were too varied and numerous for a short chapter and I have not room for a long one.
Therefore I shall leave them all out..