I saw him twice, once from the Manurewa and the second time from the barquantine Helga. On both occasions we had a fair wind and therefore saw none of his anger. He sported himself well ahead of us for' short time and then left us, no] out to look for someone who did, pot know the way as well as we did. His recognized pilotage foe was a junk of salt horse although economical skippers have been known to pay him with weevily hard tack.
'Poor Jack was found on the beach' tone morning, at least, what the sharks had left of him was found and to-day a reconstructed Pelorus [Jack occupies a glass case in Welling ton. Museum." Old Inter-Coloniat ssallormen take their friends to see him and tell them stories of the only real pilot fish that ever lived.
My memories of the Manurewa ary all pleasant ones as I have told in another chapter but she was my first) ship as a certificated officer and she holds a niche of her own in my recollections. I joined her at Warnambool in Victoria after passing for second mate at Melbourne. I have! heard it said that certificates were easy to get in Australia and New. Zealand, but that is a gross libel as competent and exacting examina tion officers as you will find Great Britain and Ireland.
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