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chase. The contrast is great between this sort of pursuit and our
experiences in lifting up frigate birds and cormorants from their
nests, and patting sea-lions on the head.
    We found no fresh water on James, only brackish pools close to
the sea, where ducks and herons were plentiful. Here, too, we saw
flamingos passing overhead, but there were few seabirds, as the
closely wooded shores and absence of islets offered no attraction to
them. The water question was sufficiently pressing to prevent us
from spending more than one (lay here, and it was decided to steam
for Tagus Cove on Albemarle, which was marked on the chart as a
good anchorage, with two places on the shore where fresh water
could be obtained.
    In returning to the Noma that evening, three of our party had
a narrow escape from what might have been serious injury. In
launching the small motor boat, it was overturned by a big breaker
and they had a bad few minutes in the surf. Luckily they escaped
with nothing worse than a few cuts and bruises. The boat was
smashed and rifles and personal belongings were lost. Later in the
evening when their p'edicament was discovered they were brought
off in a lifeboat.
    Early next morning we left for Tagus Cove, steamning around
the north end of Albemarle and passing between it and Narborough.
On these two islands we saw what seemed like the most recent
evidences of volcanic activity, great black swathes of laxa slashing
across the green of trees and undergrowth. It became noticeably
colder in passing to the west of Albemarle on the open ocean side, so
much so that sweaters were comfortable for an hour or two. At first
we were doubtful of the identity of Tagus Cove, it seemed so small
and unlike in shape to that anchorage shown on the chart. But
once inside, a more perfect shelter would be hard to conceive. Long
an(l narrow, between straight towering cliffs, with deep water up to
within a few feet of land, it was a satisfactory and a wonderfully
picturesque anchorage. The landing facilities left much to be de-
sired, but that was of small moment compared to our d isappointment
when the chart was once more proved to be over-optimistic on the
subject of water. Not a drop of the precious fluid was to be found,
although this was the height of the rainy season, and our only hope
now was to go to Chatham, in search of that pipeline of which
the pilot book spoke so glibly.


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