are not too favourable so far, as we dropped the S.E.  Trades almost immediately, and these are the variables between the Trades and the Westerlies.  Still 2500 miles off our destination.  Evans has therefore decided to steer straight for Simon’s Town and miss out the other islands.  It is a pity, but as it is winter down here, and the worst month of the year for storms at Tristan Da Cunha, it is perhaps just as well.  I am longing to get to the Cape to have your letters and hear all about you.  Except for the absence of news, life aboard is much to be desired.  I simply love it, and enjoy every day of my existence here.  Time flies like anything, and though it must have been long to you, to us it goes like the wind—­so different to that fortnight on the passage home from India."[35]

After the return of the boat’s crew we left South Trinidad, and the zoologists had a busy time trying to save as many as possible of the bird skins which had been procured.  They skinned on all through the following night, and, considering that the birds had been lying out in the tropics for twenty-four hours soaked with sea-water and had been finally capsized in the overturned boat, the result was not so disappointing as was expected.  But the eggs and many other articles were lost.  Since the black-breasted and white-breasted petrels were seen flying and nesting paired together, it is reasonable to suppose that their former classification as two separate species will have to be revised.

Soon after leaving South Trinidad we picked up our first big long swell, logged at 8, and began to learn that the Terra Nova can roll as few ships can.  This was followed by a stiff gale on our port beam, and we took over our first green seas.  Bowers wrote home as follows: 

    August 7th, Sunday.

“All chances of going to Tristan are over, and we are at last booming along with strong Westerlies with the enormous Southern rollers lifting us like a cork on their crests.  We have had a stiff gale and a very high sea, which is now over, though it is still blowing a moderate gale, and the usual crowd of Albatross, Mollymawks, Cape Hens, Cape Pigeons, etc., are following us.  These will be our companions down to the South.  Wilson’s idea is that, as the prevailing winds round the forties are Westerlies, these birds simply fly round and round the world—­via Cape Horn, New Zealand and the Cape of Good Hope.  We have had a really good opportunity now of testing the ship’s behaviour, having been becalmed with a huge beam swell rolling 35 deg. each way, and having stood out a heavy gale with a high sea.  In both she has turned up trumps, and really I think a better little sea boat never floated.  Compared to the Loch Torridon—­which was always awash in bad weather—­we are as dry as a cork, and never once shipped a really heavy sea.  Of course a wooden ship has some buoyancy of herself, and we are no exception.  We are certainly