I used to look round at the bright faces of the young officers in the saloon and think of all that those young fellows might have to endure before the world was saved.

It gave everyone on board a special sacredness in my eyes, and one felt strangely inadequate and unworthy to be with them.
The men lived below decks and some of them were packed in pretty tightly.

Had the weather been rough there would have been a good deal of suffering.

During the voyage our supply of flour gave out, but as we had a lot of wheat on board, the men were set to grind it in a coffee mill.

More than fifty per cent of the men, I found, were members of the Church of England, and so I determined to have a celebration of Holy Communion, for all who cared to attend, at five o'clock every morning.