somewhere in the interior, trying to make a fortune. The little girl's mother arrived in Dar-es-Salaam only a week before her death. Now the child is very ill, and it is not believed she will live to reach her friends in Germany. The women passengers are doing all they can for the child, but she cries almost constantly for her mother, and not much can be done for her.
Tuesday, April 22.—This morning at 11 o'clock
we entered the Red Sea, through the Straits of Bab el
Mandeb. The straits are about ten miles wide, and
are made narrower at the entrance to the Red Sea by
Perim Island, which the English have fortified. On
our right, Asia; on the left, Africa,—two continents
in sight. The Red Sea is a great highway for ships
since the completion of the Suez Canal; ships for India,
China, Japan, Ceylon, Australia and Africa now pass
this way. From 7 o'clock this morning until 3 P. M.
we passed fourteen ships: six were in sight at one time.
Most of them passed us so closely that we could read
their names. . . . All over the world, you hear
how terribly hot and disagreeable a passage through
the Red Sea is. I have been through it twice, and both
voyages were cool and pleasant. Ask anyone who has
been through the Red Sea, and he will tell you he had
a pleasant voyage, but those who have not made the
trip, say it is dreadful. If you have a head wind, they
say, the voyage is endurable, but if you have a following
wind,—well, passengers can't stand it, and beg the
captain to run the other way for a time, and give them
