conditions, all firemen stoking, all the passengers straining, and with a two knot current going her way. If any of these factors collapse in any way she lapses into her general all weather gait of seven and a half. As several of these factors have collapsed that is what she is doing at present, although it is not quite cer- tain and will not be until the captain wakes up from his nap and makes his evening observation. She has one cabin salon which goes for a dining room, and one smoking room in which anything goes and all go for most anything. We are 205 miles from Sydney today and are expected to arrive in Brisbane at four o'clock tomorrow. It is almost impossible to do anything but gaze out at the wake of the boat which passes at the speed in which the coefficient of dreams function most copiously. It is growing much warmer, spring has come down out of the Australian mountains, and the old canvas ventilator hung over the midship hatch flaps slowly back and forth in the light wind from the equator. Most of the few passengers on board are returning to the tropics and as they know that, under those circumstances, nothing should be expected of anybody, they sleep in the shade of the canvas ventilator the whole twelve hours of the day. Friday, September 2. (Sea to Brisbane, Queensland, to sea) Passed Danger Point and Stadbroke Island in the morning and after picking up the pilot at the entrance to Moreton Bay about noon we arrived at the mouth of the Brisbane River and tied up at Pinkenbay Wharf at twilight. Brisbane is even more tropical than its five hundred miles nearer the equator would suggest. The air was dreamy and heavy lidded in the blue spaces of Moreton Bay as we entered, but it was nothing to the twilight temperature of Brisbane itself. We drove into town for supper at Rowe's. It was an