The cooke had been all over the world in all kinds of vessels for nearly fifty years, though he did not look his sixty. Newfoundland. Captain Pickels ran away to sea when he was thirteen years old and had been master of sailing and visiting steam vessels on all parts of the world for more than twenty years a century when, in 1911, he entered the service of the Gren- fell Medical Mission and began to make frequent trips to St. Anthony, Newfoundland and the "George B. Elliott", minis- tering to the needs of the various stations. At precisely six o'clock of the beautiful afternoon of Mon- day the nineteenth of July, lines were cast off from Ingraham's Wharf, the motor was started and we got under way for the Far North, full of anticipations of an exceable and interesting voyage to a rarely visited portion of the globe and a safe return to civilization and home in the early autumn. Like many deep-water ship masters Captain Pickels and Captain Coven are great story tellers, and the first evening of our long voyage was made memorable to me by their narration of some of their varied experiences. At 8 o'clock there were indications of a breeze and we hoisted sail. as we were. Soon afterward the engine refused to work, but the wind freshened a bit and we made fair progress during the night. The wind died out late the next afternoon, but our run for the first 24 hours was 1.35 knots - a rate that would if main.