The steamer had come in late in the night and as she must take an early start next morning it was 9 o'clock on the morning before we got away from Durban. It was a beautiful day with a light westerly wind blowing in from the sea just sufficient to ripple the tops of the waves into white froth as they raced past us. The mountains about Durban and Langgen were very beautiful with their changing colors of larkspur, dark purple above the clouding of fish benderch was an aun down the sound past the little vil- lage of Siwash huts at the entrance to the harbor and were soon rising on the long swell of the open bay if a heavy fog was banked onto close to the edge of the land but half an hour running just as beyond the gray wall of mist, to the blue water stretched away to the sky line. I was on the bridge with the Captain when after an hours run, the man in the warrel shouted, "Whale on the star- board side!" "How many" asked the Captain. "Four" said the looker and they are moving fast." That was a bad sign, but the vessel now ran