four, were quickly taken on board. The Englishmen very
kindly showed us the best water and gave us clothing and utensils.
They declared this was their thanks for our 'moderation' and
'generosity.' Then they collected the autographs of our men,
photographed them and gave three cheers as our last boat put off. It
was evening, nearly dark, when we sailed away.

"The _Ayesha_ proved to be a really splendid boat. We had only one
sextant and two chronometers on board, but a chronometer journal was
lacking. Luckily I found an 'Old Indian Ocean Directory' of 1882 on
board; its information went back to the year 1780.

"I had said: 'We are going to East Africa.' Therefore I sailed at
first westward, then northward. There followed the monsoons, but then
also, long periods of dead calm. Only two neutral ports came seriously
under consideration; Batavia and Padang. At Keeling I had cautiously
asked about Tsing-tau, of which I had naturally thought first, and so
quite by chance I learned that it had fallen. Now I decided for
Padang, because I knew I would be more apt to meet the _Emden_ there,
also because there was a German consul there, because my schooner was
unknown there and because I hoped to find German ships there, and
learn some news. 'It'll take you six to eight days to reach Batavia' a
captain had told me at Keeling. Now we needed eighteen days to reach
Padang, the weather was so rottenly still."

The suffering of the crew of the _Emden_ on their perilous voyage is
here told in the captain's words: "We had an excellent cook aboard; he
had deserted from the French Foreign Legion. We had to go sparingly
with our water; each man received but three glasses daily. When it
rained, all possible receptacles were placed on deck and the main sail
was spread over the cabin roof to catch the rain.

"At length as we came in the neighborhood of Padang, on the 26th of
November, 1915, a ship appeared for the first time and looked for our
name. But the name had been painted over, because it was the former
English name. As I thought, 'You're rid of the fellow' the ship came
up again in the evening, and steamed within a hundred yards of us. I
sent all my men below deck, and I promenaded the deck as the solitary
skipper. Through Morse signals the stranger gave her identity. She
proved to be the Hollandish torpedo boat _Lynx_. I asked by signals,
'Why do you follow me?' No answer. The next morning I found myself in
Hollandish waters, so I