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APRIL 6, 1883.] THE PHOTOGRAPHIC NEWS. 213 board, who dodged behind masts, capstans, or ventilating funnels, when they saw him coming. There was the invalid going out for the benefit of his health. Here, again, were a group of young doctors going out “ to poison the blacks,” as one of them expressed it ; and there a group of Spaniards proceeding to the West Indian possessions of their own nation, including one prominent individual who possessed singular articles in the shape of hats “ fearfully and wonderfully made,” and who rapidly gained for himself the soubriquet of “ the bold brigand.” Nor must we for get to mention the inevitable motherly old party, who bustled about with a good-natured smile on her pleasant face, finding out the musical talent, and whipping them in to jovial gatherings round the piano. It was the same old lady (bless her!) who spoke of us as the two astrologers (sic!) who were on board. What a thing it is to have a reputation, even on board a West India Mail? Moreover, you will not be surprised to hear that we found another amateur professor of the “black art” on board, increasing our number to three. Amid such a group, one is immediately seized with regret that a detective camera does not form a portion of our equipment, and attempts are made to utilize a quarter-plate camera and instantaneous shutter. With a slide ready opened for exposure, and his finger on the trigger, the wary photographer paces the quarter deck on the look out for a stray shot. But, alas! the fame of gelatine plates has preceded him. Many an eye looks askance at the apparently innocent looking bundle of black cloth under his arm. He is detected in the first attempt; each individual sits down and puts on that staid and demure expression so indis pensable, in the mind of the public, when they suspect they are being “ took,” and the baffled photographer sneaks sheepishly down to his cabin, and lays his camera aside for another occasion. “ But no matter, a time will come 1 ” Steering steadily S.W. by W., cold breezes and mists are gradually left behind. Warm winds tell us that we are rapidly proceeding on our way to tropical regions. Patches of gulf-weed occasionally float past, pieces are fished up by hooks attached to strings, and are examined under micro scopes, and the daily increasing height of the sun warns us to get ready lighter clothing. But it is at night time that the altering aspect of nature strikes us most forcibly. The constellations of the zodiac shine almost immediately over head, and, amid a brilliant galaxy of stars, Orion beams down upon us with a beauty seldom displayed in our own misty clime. New stars, new constellations, appear above the horizon on each succeeding night, and eyes are turned towards the South in expectation of soon seeing the southern cross. Phosphorescence patches glide past us in the water, and as the ship speeds on at the rate of twelve or thirteen knots an hour, brilliant flashes of light appear again and again in her wake. But as yet they are only patches. It is too early in the season to see the whole surronnding water bathedinthat beautiful phosphorescentglowthat illuminates each wave with a brilliant crest of fire, so often described by travellers. But, should such a spectacle greet us during the many months we shall be on the water, it will not be an uninteresting experiment to see how long it takes to produce an impression on a sensitive plate. Life on board a good, well-trimmed, well-regulated vessel is a most agreeable change from the usual routine of the laboratory, observatory, or dark room, and though, amid the many phenomena that are continually being presented to us, one misses with regret the many conveniences for scintific investigation that one has at hand when at home, the attentive mind need never be at a loss to find some object worth its contemplation. Nor, at the same time, can one be well blamed tor entering just as fully into the amusements, pastimes, and fun that form so large a portion of the time spent within the limits of a passenger steam ship—the merry joke that goes round the table when at meals, the dance on the smooth and clean- kept deck, or the gong or recitation that takes up the evening. In musical talent our little community is specially favoured, and on one evening an elaborate concert was planned and successfally carried out. Viscount Combermere occupied the chair, and a good round sum was collected on behalf of the orphans and widows of those that die in the service of the Royal Mail Steam Packet Company. Our photographic efforts have been carried out under some little difficulties. You may be sure that photo graphers on board obtain no peace or quietness until a few groups are taken, and to develop these photographs is not the most enviable task. W e arranged that our dark tent should be placed in the cabin, and have found it very useful for the changing of plates. Developing within it is quite another matter. Apart from being nearly roasted with the heat, and, should the alkaline developer be used (though on board we always use ferrous oxalate), choked with ammonia, there are other evils that do not ordinarily come within photographic experiences. A small child, for instance, sees a pair of boots and the lower parts of a pair of trousers appearing from beneath a machine which excites her youthful curiosity, and running a pin into one’s calf, rushes off with a scream of delight as a spasmodic movement of the boots, and a yell from a head within “ that funny little bathing machine,” proclaims that the aforesaid limbs are real. Add to this a sudden and un expected roll of the ship, tipping the contents of a dish of hypo down one’s sleeve, and you will readily believe me when I say that photography may sometimes be a pain as well as a pleasure. Our voyage has been exceptionally smooth, but other vessels have been less fortunate. On Saturday, the 24th, we sighted a vessel belonging to the same Company as our own, which had started out five days pre viously, and, we conjecture, was destined to be yet further delayed. Towards the close of the day, when we had left her out of sight, indications of a storm appeared in the North, we passing just on its outskirts, the wind carrying it in the opposite direction to which we were travelling. As the night came on, flashes of lightning appeared again and again in our rear, and there seems little doubt that the vessel we had passed encountered the gale, of which we only experienced the tail end in the shape of a heavy downpour of rain, lasting throughout the best part of the night. In the morning the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly, but the sea was very rough, hugh billows causing her to roll heavily, while an occasional wave broke over the ship, swamping the deck. But it was a splendid sight. In one moment we seemed poised in the air ; in the next we were touching the water’s edge. The sun gleamed from the snowy-white surface of each watery crest, and around us, from each shower of spray, the colours of the spectrum glowed in the miniature rainbows, while passing flying fish, as they skimmed over the surface of the water, added an interesting feature to the scene. By-and- bye, however, the sea became calmer, and we once more subsided into the calm monotony which had characterized our rapid progress. Throughout the voyage we had passed but few vessels, and these were close down to the horizon, giving us no opportunity for instantaneous sea views. On the morning of Thursday, March 1st, we awoke to find ourselves at Barbadoes, anchored in the harbour; and, armed with small cameras, we prepared to go on shore. Passing through the town, we proceeded to transact any business we required done, and then gave ourselves up to the enjoyment of the rest of the day. So far as photography was concerned, the prospect was not too inviting. The houses and streets were mainly constructed on the “ band-box and packing-case system ”—square, whitewashed structures, all straight lines and right angles—greeted us, and best part of the population, consisting of negroes in garments only too European, presented a picture of a sort of mongrel civiliza tion which would require a very fanciful imagination to go in ecstasies over. The African is seldom “ a thing of
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