God bless you, dearest, and may I never do anything to make you feel less proud of your wicked son.
DICK.
Off Gibraltar, February 12, 1893.
DEAR MOTHER: Today is Sunday.

We arrive at Gibraltar at five tomorrow morning and the boat lies there until nine o'clock.

Unless war and pestilence have broken out in other places, I shall go over to Tangiers in a day or two, and from there continue on my journey as mapped out when I left.
I have had a most delightful trip and the most enjoyable I have ever taken by sea.

These small boats are as different from the big twin-screw steamers as a flat from a Broadway hotel.
Everyone gets to know everything about everyone else, and it has been more like a yacht than a passenger steamer.

When I first came on board I thought I would not find in any new old country I was about to visit anything more foreign than the people, and I was right, but they are most amusing and I have learned a great deal.