Then we had breakfast of beef and bread with potatoes about eleven or twelve o'clock, and dinner at six.
The intervals between meals were variously filled.

I watched the land, talked with Borasdine, read, wrote, smoked, and contemplated the steward, but never imagined him a disguised angel.

I looked at the steerage passengers and the crew, and think their faces are pretty well fixed in memory.

Had I only been able to converse in Russian I should have found much more enjoyment.

As for the cook it is needless to say that I never penetrated the mysteries of his realm.