2 GENERATION 4

Much of the following is taken from Ariel B Power, with confirmations by Antony Maitland:

2.1 HORATIO LEONARD POWER - 1885

Born: Q3 1884, reg Lambeth, 27/6/1884.
Parents: Frederick & Florence (Phillips) Power,
Died: 13/11/1964^FMPi, of Hadlow, The Thatchway, Angmering, Probate to NAP, £46337.
1906[1]: Royal College of Surgeons, Diploma in dental surgery.

1911 Census, 81 Thrall Rd, Streatham
Horatio Leonard Power (26, Dental Surgeon, Brixton), Kate Elizabeth Alice (25, 1yr, Herne Hill), Audrey (dau, 5 weeks, Streatham), Esther Georgina Rodgers (S-in-L, 23, Herne Hill), Mary Ellen Rodgers (S-in-L, 21, Herne Hill)
1927[2]: exceeded 20 mph limit Oxted – 36¾ £3.
1934: at the Braemar Games, Mr & Mrs & Family of Purley.
1939 Reg, Wildcroft Manor, Wandsworth:
Horatio L (27/6/1884, dental surgeon LDS, RCS, consulting dental surgeon, Masonic Hospital), Kate E.A. (24/2/1886), Audrey N (27/2/1911, Secretary and textile designer), Ursula J (25/9/1912, textile artist & designer), Norman A (6/5/1919, Medical & Hospital student, 4^th yr at Guys)

1945: still a dentist.
Married March 30, 1909 in Hitchin Herts, reg Q1 1910, Hitchin:

KATE ELIZABETH ALICE RODGERS.

Born: 24/2/1886, Herne Hill, Surrey
Died: Q3, 1962 age 76 reg Worthing. Probate, d 11/9/1962, Littlehampton Hospital, of Hadlow The Thatchway, wife of Horatio Leonard Power, Probate to NAP, £2249/2s.
1891 Census, 36, Gubyn Ave? Brixton:
Robert Rogers (29, Solicitor, Sydney, Aus), Alice (36, Middleton, Lancs), Kate (5, Loughborough Junction), Esther (3), Mary (1, Herne Hill)
1901 Census, 28 Dulwich Rd, Lambeth
Alice Rodgers (Wife, M, 48, Lancs, Middleton), Mary E (12, Loughborough Junction, Surrey), Edward R (9, Herne Hill), William R (6, Herne Hill).

Issue:
1/1. Audrey Power, b. February 27, 1911.

Married Dare Bratsburg 1943 in London.
2/1. Karen Bratsburg, b. 1947.
Married Lional De La Harpe, 2 ch, boy & girl.

1/2. Joan Ursula Power, b. September 25, 1913; d. 1974.

Married Guthorm Kavli 1943 in London.
2/1. Pal Kavli, b. 1947. Married Majbrid 1977 in Oslo?.

3/1. Lars Guthorm Kavli, b. 1978, 1 dau, lives Berlin, 2014.
3/2. Mariana Kavli, b. 1979.

2/2. Dennis Kavli, b. 1952, lives Oslo, 2014.

3/1. Liv Johanna Kavli.

1/3. Denis Leonard Power, b. September 17, 1915; d. 1950.

Married Pauline Percival 1941 in London. She was born 1917.
2/1. Roger Power, b. 1943; d. 1977.
2/2. Penny Power, b. 1946.

Married Neil Buckingham 1968, born 1939.
3/1. Sarah Buckingham, b. 1969.
3/2. Alexander Buckingham, b. 1970.

1/4. Norman Athol Power b. May 06, 1919 (Generation 2).

2.2 FREDERICK ERNEST POWER - 1854

Born: 16/2/1854, ch 3/3/1854^FMPi, Plymouth.
Parents: Thomas & Elizabeth (Jeffreys) Power, master mariner of Jubilee St
Probate: died 17/9/1928 Southwark Hospital, admon to Harry Ernest, bank inspector, £152/4/9d.
1861, 1871 Census available.
1901 Census, 1 Kestrel Ave, Herne Hill
Frederick E. Power (47, Newspaper Advertisement Manager, Plymouth), Florence E.G. (46, Stafford), Harry E (19, Bankers Clerk, Brixton), Florence E (18, Brixton), Leonard H (16, Brixton), Basil R (11, Herne Hill), Eric M (7, Herne Hill), Sarah (5, Herne Hill)
1911 Census, 1 Kestrel Ave, Herne Hill
Frederick Ernest Power (57, Newspaper Advertisement Manager, Plymouth), Florence Elizabeth Gertude (57, M 30 7 live children, Stafford), Harry E (29, Bankers Clerk, Brixton), Basil R (21, Law Student, Herne Hill), Eric Maynard (17, dental student, Herne Hill), Zerah Eulalie (15, Herne Hill – Nora??)

Married 11/9/1880, All Saints, Margaret ST, London W, FEP of Carrick House, Lisbellaw, co Fermanagh, to Florence Elizabeth Gertrude, only dau of the late William Phillips, MD, of Salop & Stafford[3].

FLORENCE ELIZABETH GERTRUDE PHILLIPS

B abt 1855, Stafford – no birth or pre marriage census records found.
Parents: William Phillips, MD
Issue:
1/1. Harry Ernest Power, m. Etty Rodgers, 1938, Streatham?, b. 1895; d. 1969.
1/2. Florence Ethel Power, Married Leslie Emms, Ceylon 1911.

This family was corrected and expanded by Gillian (Emms) Thomasson 2014.
Leslie was Finance Director of the Morgan Crucible Company & having lived in Dulwich, retired to Dorking Surrey.
2/1. Glenys Emms, 1912, Ceylon, d 1965. Married Allen Jesty.

Returned from India with son Nigel 1947 – not known why – from email 6/2010.
3/1. Lesley Ursula Jesty, b. 1943.

She married Richard Oliphant & emigrated to Canada. She had 1 son Jonathan b. 1960 d. 2011. His children are Tora, Aiden, Iain. They live in British Columbia with their mother, Verena. (Carolyn Emms or Nigel Jesty can corroborate this)

3/2. Nigel Andrew Jesty b 1942

married Judith Jessup in Derbyshire in 2008. They still live there. No issue.

2/2. Basil Horace Emms, born Ceylon, 1913.

Married Frances White in Epsom; divorced Frances & married Anne in 1977 (she was a Chapman from Newcastle, a widow. She died 2013.

3/1. Carolyn Emms, b. 1961.

2/3. Geoffrey Ems, b 1915, d 1936.
2/4. Harry Emms, b. 1918, d 1989.

Married Gladys Sargent (born 1922, died 2012) 1946, Dorking.
3/1. Gillian Bridget Emms, b. 1947, Dorking.

Married John David Thomasson 1970 in Market Drayton, born 1944.
Lived in Newcastle upon Tyne
4/1. Emma Thomasson b 1973 in Newcastle upon Tyne.

Lives in Berlin. 2 children.

4/2. Rachel Thomasson, b. 1977.

Married David Ian Travers, 2007. Lives in Hove. 2 children.

4/3. Jane Thomasson, b. 1978.

Married Andrew Bruce 2004. Lives in Edinburgh. 2 children.

3/2. Katherine Helen Emms, b. 1954;

m. Christopher Field, 1980, Shropshire, b. 1951.
4/1. Charlotte Alice Field 1988;
4/2. Thomas Harry Field b. 1992

2/5. Ursula Emns, b & d 1925.

1/3. Gladys Power, d. 1945.

I have one photo of Gladys Powers and Andrew Thomas Smith they may or may not be interested to see, if they are into genealogy at all, but that is about the extent of my resources for this part of my family (they are the younger couple in the attached photo - the others are Andrew Smith's parents). I think the boy is Donald Eric Smith's younger brother Stuart, who died during WW2.

Married Andrew Smith.
2/1. Stewart Smith, d. 1945.
2/2. Donald Smith, d. Lee Court, Hants; m. Pearl.

1/4. Basil Roy Power.

Married Amelia Pettman in Bexley, Kent.
2/1. Joy Power. Married William Medhurst.

3/1. John Medhurst, b. 1947.

Married Susan 1979 in Newcastle?.
4/1. Louisa Medhurst, b. 1981. M 2013 Cameron?

3/2. Lucy Medhurst, b. 1956. Married Mr Wilson.

4/1. Ruby? Wilson.
4/2. Euan Wilson

3/3. Clare Medhurst, b. 1958, no children; lives in Perth, Australia.

2/2. Hugh Power, d. February 1993, Cancer.

He supplied much information to Ariel B Power.
Married Constance Belyea 1950 in Canada, moved to Sussex. She was born 1927 in New Brunswick, Canada.
3/1. Karsalie Rhoda⁶ Power, b. 1951.

Married Kevin Fayne Harvey 1973 in Sussex.
He was born 1963.
4/1. Katrine⁷ Harvey.
4/2. Saskia Harvey.
4/3. Rebecca Harvey.

3/2. Patrick Roy Power, b. 1951;

M. (1) Denise Atkinson, 1975, Llandaff, Wales;
M. (2) Carol Edmonds, 1994, Devon; b. 1967, Melbourne.

3/3. Jaqueline Brenda Power, b. 1956.

Married Robin Cooper 1979 in Sussex.
4/1. Anwin Cooper, b. January 19, 1981.
4/2. Clara Joy Cooper, b. June 17, 1983.
4/3. Suzannah, b. August 18, 1987.
4/4. Richard Roy Cooper, b. March 30, 1989.

3/4. Joyce Margaret Power, b. 1958.

Married Edward Cleary 1982 in Sussex.
4/1. Briony⁷ Cleary, b. Unknown.

1/5. Maynard Power, m. Mollie (unk).
1/6. Norah Power.
1/7. Horatio Leonard Power

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2.3 THOMAS POWER - 1819

Born: 23/6/1819, Plymouth,
Parents: Mathew & Elizabeth (Fisher) Power
Died: 18/10/1890, Toxteth, Liverpool, bur Toxteth Park Cemetary with wife.
A Master Mariner.

WCOP: (Master Mariner) born Plymouth on the 23 June 1819 died 18 October 1890 Toxteth Park Cemetery. Married Elizabeth JEFFERY (1818) on the 12 August 1839. She was buried in Toxteth Park Cemetery family plot in 9 March 1888. Family moved from Plymouth to Liverpool about 1855-60. They are in the 1841 Census, 1851 Census in Plymouth; and 1861, 1871 Census in Liverpool area.

1851, July 16: certificate (seaman's?) issued at Liverpool in exchange for 2^nd class certificate dated 26 October 1849. Address 76 Jubilee St, Plymouth. Born 1818.
1851, July 12: Board of Trade Certificate of Competence as Master.

Captain of the iron sailing Barque, "WORRALL" trading out of Liverpool round Cape Horn to Valparaiso, Chile. He was also the Master or Mate of several other ships.

The Plymouth census of 1851 shows Elizabeth at home with young Thomas Mathew, then 7 years old, and Norah, then 1 year old. Thomas was away at sea.

1861 Census, 61, Chatham St, Liverpool:
Elizabeth Power (wf, 42?, Plymouth), Thomas M (17, Ship Broker, Plymouth), Nora R (11, Plymouth), Frederick E (7, Plymouth), Harry Bailey (4, L’pool), Hiram Alfred (2, L’pool).

Married 12/8/1839F^MPi, Stoke Damerel, Devon, both full age, B&S, he a mariner of 31 Cannon St, son of Matthew Power, mariner, she of 37 Princes St, dau of Thomas Jeffrey, Mariner.

Elizabeth Jefferey - 1818

Ch: 2/8/1818^FMPi, Plymouth.
Parents: Thomas & Ann Jeffery, labourer of Higher St, Plymouth.
Thomas Jeffrey M Ann Rodd, 26/6/1814^FMPi, Plymouth.

Issue:
1/1. Thomas Matthew Power,

b 13/7/1843, Green Street, Charles de Martyr, Plymouth. He sailed to South America and established himself in Valparaiso.
WCOP: died in Trinidad on 28 September 1888, and is buried in Toxteth Park.

Thomas Mathew (my great-grandfather) was established by his father as a business agent in Valparaiso, Chile sometime between 1861 and 1866. Thomas Mathew was later reunited with his sister, Norah, after a voyage she made to Chile aboard the "Worrall" in 1866 where Thomas (her father) was the Master. She kept a diary (we have a copy of it ) of this trip. A few days after arriving in Valparaiso she wrote: Thomas Mathew arrived in Valparaiso to meet us aboard the "Panama" from an unknown place up North. Where was the Panama coming from? Northern Chile, Peru? Ecuador?

1861 Census: Ship Broker.
Married: Aurora Ponce-de-Leon, Chile, she died Santiago.
2/1. Thomas Alfonso Power Ponce, m. Zoraida Ponce.

3/1. Alfredo Power, born 1882.

Married Sara Corey.
4/1. Rebeca⁵ Power.

3/2. Tomas Alfonso Power,

b. March 30, 1884, Parroquia Santa Rosa, Los Andes; d. July 14, 1973, Santiago.
Married: Zoraida Palma, 16/9/1912, Santiago-Moneda Chile, daughter of Erasmo Palma and Rosario Hermosilla, born in Chillan, died April 10, 1967 in Santiago.
4/1. Andres Humberto⁵ Power,

b. October 21, 1913, Santiago, Chile; d. January 27, 1928, Curacavi, Chile.

4/2. Alfonso Segundo Power,

b. March 02, 1915, Santiago; d. October 31, 1964, Santiago, Chile.
Married Elena Paulina Weise January 07, 1939 in Curacautin, daughter of Friedrich Weise and Elizabeth Samuel. She was born March 26, 1918 in Curacautin.
5/1. Nelson Eric⁶ Power, b. August 21, 1944, Santiago, Chile.

Married Liliana Labbe July 07, 1972 in Santiago.
She was born March 04, 1950 in Santiago, Chile.
6/1. Leslie⁷ Power, b. February 12, 1972.

Married Mario Gomez January 12, 1996 in Santiago.
7/1. Camilla⁸ Gomez, b. December 21, 1997.
7/2. Jose Andres Gomez, b. Unknown.

6/2. Allan Alexis Power, b. December 11, 1974.
6/3. Joyce Power, b. October 06, 1976, Santiago.

5/2. Ariel Boris Power, b. 17/12/1949, Santiago.

Ariel supplied most of this information of the Power family.
1/2002: Moved to Berkeley, California for Graduate School, remained there and works for Forestry Products Lab at UCAL.
Married: Hilary Ann Modell, 1975 in Oakland, California, daughter of Carl Modell and Judith Nathanson. She was born August 05, 1952 in Mill Valley, California.
6/1. Andres Power, b.11/11/1979.
6/2. Karina Power, b. 28/4/1982.

4/3. Tomas Alfredo Power, b. April 10, 1917, Santiago;

d. June 09, 1999, Santiago, Chile.
Married Teresa Galleguillos. She was born February 09, 1909 in Santiago?, and died October 21, 1995.
5/1. Alfredo Erik⁶ Power,

b. February 22, 1946, Santiago.
Married Marina Arriagada April 14, 1972 in Santiago.
She was born June 02, 1946 in Santiago?.
6/1. Cristian Andres⁷ Power, b. 27/9/1973, Santiago.
6/2. Alejandra Eva Power, b. July 02, 1975.

5/2. Edgar Alan Power, b. April 10, 1948, Santiago.

Married (1) Ximena Valenzuela Brehme.
She was born January 29, 1955 in Santiago.
Married (2) Ana Maria Roca August 20, 1972 in Santiago.
She was born February 05, 1950 in Santiago?.
Issue Edgar Power and Xinena Brehme is:
6/1. Ximena Madelin Power⁷ Valenzuela, b. June 05, 1987.
Issue of Edgar Power and Ana Roca are:
6/2. Jesica⁷ Power-Roca, b. April 03, 1973, Santiago.
6/3. Matias Power-Roca, b. March 05, 1977, Santiago.
6/4. Ximena Madelin Power-Valenzuela, b. June 05, 1987.

4/4. Blanca Rosa Power, b. January 06, 1920, Santiago;

d. July 06, 1977, Santiago.
Married Eugenio Brieva, Santiago, Chile, born in Santiago, Chile, and died in Santiago, Chile.
5/1. Guillermo⁶ Brieva, b. Unknown.

Married Aan Maria Carvacho.
6/1. Rolando⁷ Brieva.
6/2. Marisol Brieva.

4/5. Hilda Carmen Power, b. January 23, 1925, Santiago;

d. 1999.
Married Osvaldo Olivares January 31, 1948 in Santiago, born September 30, 1918.
5/1. Osvaldo Alfonso⁶ Olivares,

b. November 28, 1948, Santiago.
Married Marisol Carmen Acuna September 04, 1971 in Santiago. She was born December 21, 1948 in Santiago.
6/1. Marcelo⁷ Olivares, b. December 27, 1975, Santiago.
6/2. Marisol Elen Olivares, b. March 27, 1981, Santiago.

5/2. Sergio Octavio Olivares,

b. 10/2/1950, Santiago, Chile.
Married Wendy Elizabeth Whitaker June 20, 1978 in London.
She was born 1954 in England.
6/1. Keiran Camilo⁷ Olivares, b. 1983, London.
6/2. Arran Miguel Olivares, b. 1988.
6/3. Ruben Antonio Olivares, b. 1991.

5/3. Rolando Alfredo Olivares,

b. 05/1/1952, Santiago.
Married Myriam Patricia Coba May 18, 1977 in Colombia. She was born 1955 in Colombia.
6/1. Natasha Alejandra⁷ Olivares, b. November 24, 1980, Colombia.

1/2. Norah Kathleen Power, wrote a diary of her visit to Chile

in 1866.
B. 4/11/1849, 16 Jubilee Street, Charles the Martyr Plymouth.
Married John Garnett 11/2/1871, St Nicholas Church, Liverpool, Lancs.
WCOP: died on the 12 March 1900 and is buried in Toxteth Park. 1881 Census at 35 Beaumont Street in Toxteth Park, and in Wavertree in the 1891 Census.
2/1. Percy Foster⁴ Garnett, b. Abt. 1873 (BMD 12/1872?).

Went to Cambridge University and died unm.

1/3. Frederick Ernest Power, ch 1854, Plymouth.
1/4. Harry Bailey Power, b 28/5/1857, Liverpool

ch 9/3/1859, St Peter’s, Liverpool.
WCOP: died on the 12 September 1875 at Frederick’s place (68 Canning St) in Liverpool and is buried in Toxteth Park heart failure[4].

1/5. Hiram Alfred Jeffery Power,

b 28/8/1858, Liverpool, ch 9/3/1859, St Peter's Liverpool.
He died on the 17 March 1932
A Book Keeper and later a Shipping Director.
Married Frances Tarrant Fenton (1859-1940) 9/1884, St Michael’s, Toxteth Park. Certificate of St Catherine's BDM, number 8b 403, born Abt. 1861, Birkenhead.
They were at 4 Alderson Road, Wavertree in the 1891 Census
2/1. Ainsleigh Bertram⁴ Power, (aka Bert).

b. May 14, 1891, Wavertree, Liverpool, (WCOP)
d. March 31, 1963, Sydney, Australia. Went to NZ 1917.
Married (1) Elizabeth Katherine Campbell 1917, Wellington, NZ. born Ireland, died Palmerston North, New Zealand.
Married (2) Myrtle Clare Cameron in Palmerston North in 1928.
No issue.
Married (3) Meta Lorraine Bennett-White in Australia in about 1946
WCOP: Bert born 14 May 1891 at 4 Alderson Road, Wavertree (Liverpool). He was in the 1901 Census...and sailed for Wellington, New Zealand in 1910 onboard the SS Ionic. Married Elizabeth CAMPBELL in February 1917 in the Catholic Church, Fielding, New Zealand. Divorced on the 13 July 1928.
Married Myrtle Clare CAMERON on the 16 July 1928 in Palmerston North, New Zealand. No issue.
Married Meta Lorraine BENNETT-WHITE about 1946 in NSW Australia. Died at 6 elm Street Bowral on the 31 March 1963.
Issue of Ainsleigh Power and Elizabeth Campbell are:
3/1. Ainsleigh Leslie⁵ Power,

b. February 21, 1919, D. 1982, Melbourne.
Died in Melbourne on the 12 March 1982.
Married (1) Audrey Jean Govan, 1942, Auckland, New Zealand.
She was born May 03, 1921 in Auckland, New Zealand.
Married (2) Maria Durante, Auckland, New Zealand, 1951.
Married (3) Gloria Sorrell in Melbourne, Australia abt 1962
Issue of Buster Ainsleigh Power and Jean Govan are:
4/1. Warren⁶ (Claude 1999) Owen Power,

b. February 25, 1944, New Zealand.
Married Janice Lorrain Hurley 15/2/1964 in New Plymouth, NZ.
She was born 03/2/1945 in New Plymouth, New Zealand.
1/2002: living in Ballarat, Australia. WCOP has supplied data on his side.
8/2008: living in West Melton, Melbourne
5/1. Shane Wesley⁷ Power,

b. August 06, 1964, Auckland.
Married Sonya Stocklasa in Bachus Marsh, Victoria, Australia. She was born in Victoria.
6/1. Natasha⁸ Power,

b. November 22, 1992, Werribee, Victoria, Australia.

6/2. Kayla Power, b. December 13, 1995, Werribee,

5/2. Brenda Kaye Power, b. June 09, 1966, Auckland.

Married Jamie Hine in Bacchus Marsh, Victoria, Australia. He was born in Victoria, Australia.
6/1. Alexander Gordon⁸ Hine, b. July 30, 1988.
6/2. Thomas Edwin Hine, b. January 30, 1993.
6/3. Louis Owen Hine, b. February 09, 1995.
6/4. Mason James Hine, b. February 09, 1995.

5/3. Christine Margaret Power,

b. July 26, 1968, Taihape,
Partner (1) Christopher Carter. born in Ballarat,
Partner (2) Michael Jeannes, born in Ararat, Australia.
Married (3) Gary Francis Harvey, Ballarat, Victoria,
He was born December 1968 in Ballarat, Australia.
Issue of Christine Power and Christopher Carter is:
6/1. Ashley Craig⁸ Carter, b. March 12, 1985.
Issue of Christine Power and Michael Jeannes is:
6/2. Adele Clare⁸ Jeannes, b. September 22, 1986.
Issue of Christine Power and Gary Harvey are:
6/3. Sara Brook⁸ Harvey, b. May 11, 1989.
6/4. Elizabeth CODY Harvey, b. December 19, 1993.
6/5. Meg Lorraine Harvey, b. 1999.

5/4. Steven Michael Richard Power,

b. 17/1/1971, Auckland.
Partner (1) Jodie Bevan.
Married (2) Wendy Dowsett 1999 in Adelaide,
Aircraft Mechanic in RAAF (2002)
Issue of Steven Power and Jodie Bevan is:
6/1. Aiden Bevan⁸ Power, b. January 30, 1995.
Issue of Steven and Wendy is:
6/2. Emily Power.

5/5. Andrew Quentin Power,

b. November 02, 1977, Auckland.
Married: Melissa Hunter, 2000.
6/1. Kloe Rose Power, b. 2000.
6/2. Lachlan James Scott Power, b 26/9/2003, Melbourne.
Issue by Kali Vida (born Melbourne):
6/3. Charise Bethani Power (born Ballarat, 10/10/2004)
6/4. Lucius Tiberius Power (born 7/10/2005 in Horsham).

4/2. Ralph Alexander Power,

b. October 12, 1946, Auckland, NZ.
Married Diana Maher in Auckland. She was born England.
5/1. Danny⁷ Power, b. 1969, Auckland, New Zealand.
5/2. Stacy Power, b. 1970, Auckland, New Zealand.

Issue of Buster Ainsleigh Power and Maria Durante are:
4/3. Debbie⁶ Power, b. February 09, 1953.
4/4. Donna Power, b. 1956.
Ainsleigh Leslie Buster Power changed his name to Richard John Mead in 1959...aka Dick).
Issue of Dick Mead and Gloria Sorrell is:
4/5. Ricky John⁶ Mead, b. 1964.

3/2. Francis Daniel Power, b. 20/11/1920, Wellington, NZ.

Died in Blenheim NZ in 1986
4/1. Leonne⁶ Power, b. 1944.

Adopted by step father in 1963 and married Taylor in 1964, in Wellington.

Issue of Ainsleigh (Bert) Power and Meta Lorraine Bennett-White.
3/1. Gary Ainsleigh Power,

b. Bowral NSW Australia in 12/1947. D. 28/8/1972
b. 1948, married Margaret Ann Theresa Richardson, separated 3 months later.
He was killed in RAAF in New Guinea on 28 August 1972 in Air accident.

2.4 MATHEW POWER

Born 1787, Waterford (from muster records).
Died: aft 7/1831. Bef 1851.

There is no trace of a birth for this Matthew Power in Waterford 1787, although there are several similar ones around. There was also a Power family around Plymouth, roughly contemporary to Matthew. Many of the Irish records were lost in the Library fire in 1921.

Ariel Power, 2002:
the Power family, which begun with Thomas Power x Elizabeth Jeffery (my ggg). Their oldest son, Mathew Power, is my gg father. Mathew sailed to south America and established himself in Valparaiso, Chile.

A Mariner who traded possibly between Waterford, Ireland, and North Devon, England.

WCOP:
Mathew POWER (Master Mariner) born 1787 Waterford Ireland. ...last seen on the Providence of Plymouth on the 15 July 1831. That ship was wrecked off the coast of Malta in February 1833 on the way to Bombay.

Married: Elizabeth Fisher, 28/10/1807^FMPi, Northam, Devon.
John Fisher (apparently Elizabeth's older brother) and Mary Symons (friend?) as the witnesses. Unfortunately the certificate does not give neither the names of his parents nor his date and place of birth, both OTP, B&S, he a mariner.
Ch Northam, 26/3/1786, of William & Elizabeth.
Also John ch 15/4/1782 of John & Elizabeth, Northam.

Buried 6/6/1858 of Bilbury St, Plymouth in Ford Park Cemetery, age 74, reg Q2.

A couple of entries supplied by Ariel Power, 26/3/2004:
1.
Muster Roll of "Good Matesman" of Plymouth, Matthew Power Master, Bristol to Plymouth 4/2/1812 - 4/12/1812.
Matthew Power, master, Age 25, Born Waterford, abode Plymouth, Employed in the general mercantile trade. Entered 4/2/1812, discharged 4/12/1812.
Number of months & days: 50 months(?)
(vessel laid up 2 months between the periods).

2.
William Power, seaman
Born Plymouth, abode Plymouth
Kieth Paul, Master, London.
Entered 23/11/1812, Discharged 12/12/1820(?). Days on board 19.

DATES POST ON BOARD
(age if reported) SHIP Muster Rolls
18/6/1808 - 18/6/1809. Mate (27?) Hiram of Plymouth M/Roll
18/6/1809 - 18/3/1810 Mate (2?) Hiram of Plymouth M/Roll
21/3/1810 - 24/10/1810 Mate (na) Hiram of Plymouth M/Roll
05/12/1810 - 05/12/1811 (BT98/111) Master (25) Mary Schooner of Plymouth M/Roll
04/2/1812 - 4/12/1812 Master (25) Good Statesman of Plymouth M/Roll
01/1/11813 - 23/2/1814* Master (27) Stranger of Plymouth M/Roll
20/3/1813 - 27/11/1817* Master (na) Good Statesman of Plymouth M/Roll
28/11/1817 - 21/8/1818. Master (na) Good Statesman of Plymouth M/Roll
20/12/1818 - 9/12/1819 Master (30) Mercury of Plymouth M/Roll

Ship seems to be missing here

06/4/1821 - 22/5/1824 (BT98/115) Master (na) Matilda and Susan of Plymouth M/Roll
01/12/1824 - 30/7/1827 (BT98/116) Master (40) British Union of Plymouth M/Roll
30/7/1827 - 30/7/1828 (BT98/116) Master (na) British Union of Plymouth M/Roll
20/12/1827 - 20/12/1828 (BT98/116) Master (38?) Nymph of Plymouth M/Roll
05/12/1829 - 17/12/1831 (BT98/117) Master (45) Providence of Plymouth M/Roll

*Dates are those indicated by the Muster Rolls. How could Mathew be in two ships at the same time?

The Good Statesman was commandeered by the Government in 1813 and Mathew sailed on another ship. They still used his name as the Master and it was signed by another person for him.
He misread the name to be Matesman instead of Statesman. When I saw the actual paper it had strange Ss to look like a fancy M :)
Later on I was looking at the Plymouth BT98s of 1836-1847 and found that this Austin POWER would take the place of our Thomas POWER as Mate on different ships. Thomas would leave for another ship and Austin would take his place as Mate. So I bought his marriage certificate of 26 March 1844 and found he was Mathew's first son.

ELIZABETH FISHER - 1786

Born: 26/3/1786^FMPi, Northam, Devon. Of Appledore.
Parents: William & Elizabeth (Bowden) Fisher
Died: Plymouth, 1858.

1851 census, Plymouth, Charles Martyr, 6 North St:
Western William, (Hd, M, 28, Taylor, Plymouth), Western Elizabeth, (Wf, M, 30, Domestic, Plymouth), Western Jessie, (Dau, 4 months, Infant, Plymouth), Western Grace, (Mother, Wid, 78, Domestic, Yealmpton, Devon), Western Lavinia, (Dau, Unm, 40, Dressmaker, Plymouth), Western Mary, (Dau, Unm, 28, Laundress, Plymouth), Western Elizabeth, (Dau, Unm, 35, Laundress, Plymouth), Power Elizabeth, (Visitor, Widow, 64, Domestic, Appledore, Devon), Power Justina, (Visitor, Unm, 24, Dressmaker, Plymouth).

Issue, Ref Ariel Power:
1/1. Mary Power, ch. 22/2/1808^FMPi, Northam, no death found.

1/2. Mary Power, b. 30/9/1810^FMPi, Northam. Possibly the same as 1/1, ch twice.

WCOP: died Plymouth 1842. Married Samuel Axworthy JACKSON (Accountant) on the 13 December 1828. In the 1841 Census with family.
A Mary Jackson bur Plymouth, 1/10/1843 aged 40 of Morley St.

1/2. Elizabeth Power, ch 30/9/1810^FMPi, Northam, ch Eliza.

Mentioned in Nora's diary.
WCOP: Married Robert PARSONS (Plumber) on the 10 January 1842; Married Charles Nicholas BLYTH (Plumber) on 22 September 1851. A widow in the 1851 Census; and in Marylebone Road, London in 1861 and 1871 Census.

1/3. Thomas Power b. 23/6/1819, Plymouth,

d. 18/10/1890, Toxteth, Lancs.

1/4. Justina Power, b 1827,

1851 Census: at 6, North St, Plymouth, visitor with widowed Mother, aged 24.
WCOP: buried in St George Hanover Square, London in 1863. She is witness to Eliza’s wedding. She was in the 1851 Census in Plymouth; and in the 1861 Census in London with Eliza.

1/5. WCOP: Austin Power (Mate/ gold miner),

possible artist painter born Plymouth in 1816 died in Dunedin, New Zealand on 9 October 1872.
Married Harriet BARDENS in Plymouth on the 26 March 1844.
He is the Publican of the Crown Tavern in London in the 1851 Census. Sailed to Melbourne (Bendigo) Australia with his family in 1854. arriving on the 7 September.
2/1. Justina Mary Power

born in Plymouth in 1845.
Married Joseph John CONNOR in Dunedin, New Zealand in 1864
died in Wellington, NZ in 1937. (13 children).

2/2. Austin William Bardens Power born in Plymouth in 1847.

Died in Granville, NSW Australia in 27 September 1921. In 1851 Census with Aunties.

2/3. Alfred Mathew Edwin Manning Power born in London in 1850.

WCOP: May have married Ellen Burke in Dunedin in 1874. Divorce hinted at in early 1890s, although he had left NZ well before then.
Married Jessie Hunter in NSW Australia in 1898. Died in Burwood, NSW Australia in 11 February 1931. In 1851 Census with parents.

2/4. Charles Blight Power born in Plymouth in 1853.

Died at sea on the ship Fitzjames 15 July 1854.

2/5. Frances Foot Power born in Plymouth in 1853 (twin).

Died in Bendigo on the 28 November 1855.

2/6. Harriet died in Bendigo on the 18 July 1856.

From Ariel Power, 1/2004.

Also:
Maria Amelia Power bur Plymouth 13/8/1842 aged 3yr 8 moths, died 8/8 of Quarry St. B Q4 1838, Stoke Damerel, mother Bennett.
Edward Ferrell Power M Sarah Bennett, East Stonehouse, Devon, 16/11/1833
Edmund Farrell Power, ch 22/11/1810, b 6/3/1810 of John & Jane Power, Stoke Damerel.
1851 Census, Quarry St, Stoke Damerel, All b Devonport:
Edmund Power (41, painter & glasser), Sarah (39, Straw Bonnet maker, William R (7, scholar), Jane E (5, scholar) George J (8 mths)

WILLIAM FISHER - 1761

Ch: 15/3/1761, Northam, Devon.
Parents: William & Mary (Darracot) Fisher.
Married: Elizabeth Bowdon, 23/10/1780, Northam?
Issue:
1/1. John Fisher, ch 15/4/1782
1/2. William Fisher, ch 26/9/1784, Appledore

He married Mary Ann Fisher. born 1788 in Appledore, Devon.
2/1. Ann Fisher, b. 1821; m. Thos Williams; b. 1827, Appledore,

1/3. Elizabeth Fisher,

ch 26/3/1786, Northam, died 1858, Plymouth

1/4. Mary Fisher, ch 6/4/1788
1/5. Ann Fisher, ch 6/12/1789
1/6. Thomas Fisher, ch 3/7/1791
1/7. Thomas Fisher, ch 16/12/1793
1/8. Elizabeth Darracot Fisher, ch 29/5/1796

WILLIAM FISHER

Married: Mary Darracot, 14/9/1749^FMPi, Northam, he a sojourner.
There were a number of William Fishers born of the right period reasonably near Northam (which is close to Barnstaple.
The only Mary Darracot listed of the right age was ch Plymouth of Mr Greenhill & Mrs Mary Darraott, 15/7/1726^FMPi.
Issue:
1/1. Thomas Fisher, ch 29/7/1750.
1/2. Mary Fisher, ch 25/7/1753
1/3. William Fisher, ch 14/3/1761
1/4. Betty Fisher, ch 7/8/1763.

4 PEKING to PARIS, 2007

4.1 An Account of Michael Power’s part in a Rally

Michael drove this in his 1923 Vauxhall 30/98.

Day 1 24 May
I have now arrived in Beijing after a quick stop over at our Hong Kong office. Beijing is enormous, twice the size of London. I just hope the directions to get back to the hotel when I collect the car from the Port are precise! There are many huge buildings, but it is difficult to see into the distance due to the smog and I should think you cannot see further than a mile before the smog descends. Does make you think about becoming a bit more green conscious though.

My brother-in-law Charles is also in Beijing for a couple of days and we were very kindly taken on a site seeing tour on Thursday by a young lady from our Beijing office, Jing Zhang whose English was very good! Both Jing and Charles are in the photographs attached - she seemed to find him very amusing, I can't think why.

I have met up with my co-driver, Jonathan, and collected the Chinese driving licence although when we get back from the port we are not allowed to drive out from the hotel car park until we start our drive on Sunday morning to the Great Wall...

The Temple of Heaven is a worthwhile visiting place in Beijing. It is much bigger than the Forbidden City and smaller than the Summer Palace with an area of about 2,700,000 square meters. The Temple was built in 1420 A.D. during the Ming Dynasty to offer sacrifice to Heaven. As Chinese emperors called themselves 'The Son of Heaven' ,they dared not to build their own dwelling, 'Forbidden City' bigger than a dwelling for Heaven.

The Temple of Heaven is enclosed with a long wall. The northern part within the wall is semicircular symbolizing the heavens and the southern part is square symbolizing the earth. The northern part is higher than the southern part. This design shows that the heaven is high and the earth is low and the design reflected an ancient Chinese thought of 'The heaven is round and the earth is square'.

The Temple is divided by two enclosed walls into inner part and outer part. The main buildings of the Temple lie at the south and north ends of the middle axis line of the inner part. The most magnificent buildings are The Circular Mound Altar (Yuanqiutan), Imperial Vault of Heaven (Huangqiongyu) and Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest (Qiniandian) from south to north. Also, there are some additional buildings like Three Echo Stones and Echo Wall.Almost all of the buildings are connected by a wide bridge called Vermilion Steps Bridge (Danbiqiao) or called Sacred Way.

The Circular Altar has three layered terraces with white marble. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties (1368 A.D. - 1911 A.D.), the emperors would offer sacrifice to Heaven on the day of the Winter Solstice every year. This ceremony was to thank Heaven and hope everything would be good in the future. The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest is a big palace with round roof and three layers of eaves. Inside the Hall are 28 huge posts. The four posts along the inner circle represent four seasons-spring, summer, autumn and winter; the 12 posts along the middle circle represent the 12 months; and 12 posts along the outer circle represent 12 Shichen (Shichen is a means of counting time in ancient China. One Shichen in the past equaled two hours and a whole day was divided into 12 Shichens). The roof is covered with black, yellow and green colored glaze representing the heavens, the earth and everything on earth. The Hall has a base named Altar for Grain Prayers which is made of three layers of white marble and has a height of six meters. Another important building in Temple of Heaven is Imperial Vault of Heaven. If you look at it from far away, you will find that the Vault is like a blue umbrella with gold head. The structure of it is like that of Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest, but smaller in size. The structure was made of bricks and timber. The Vault was used to place memorial tablets of Gods. White marble railings surround the vault.

The Vermilion Steps Bridge connects the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest and the Imperial Vault of Heaven. The south end of the Bridge is lower than its north end. The emperors in the past believed that they could go to heaven through this Bridge, which is why this bridge is also called Sacred Way. A Yu Route and a Wang Route are on two sides of the Sacred Way. The former one is only for the emperors to walk on and the later one is for the princes and the high officials to pass.

Three Echo Stones is outside of the gate of the Imperial Vault of Heaven. If you speak facing the Vault while standing on the first stone, you will hear one echo; standing on the second and then the third stone, you will hear two and three echoes respectively.

Another interesting and famous place for you to visit is called Echo Wall owning special feature. The wall encloses the Imperial Vault of Heaven. Its perimeter is 193 meters.

If you and a friend stand at the east and the west roots of the wall respectively and you whisper a word, then your friend will hear clearly what you say. Isn't it interesting? The phenomenon utilizes the theory of sound wave.

Besides carefully designed buildings, there are also some other scenes that you can enjoy like Nine-Dragon Cypress. It got its name from branches which look like nine dragons wind with each other. It was said that the cypress was planted more than 500 years ago. Really, a grandfather tree!

25 May - Collection Day

I am happy to say that today driver and car have been reunited. It has been collected from the port and is finally back safely in the hotel car park in a block of 20 ready for the off on Sunday. I wasn't quite sure we would make it to the port though. We were taken on the second bus to collect our cars and unfortunately the driver got lost. Luckily he was in possession of a mobile phone, but after the fifth phone call for directions we were all a bit worried and when he finally made it to the Port he received a huge round of applause!!

We eventually found the car and drove off, all excited, and then, whilst I was moving out of the warehouse I couldn't engage a gear. The clutch was stuck! Fortunately when I restarted the engine, with the clutch depressed, it freed iself. I think this was caused by lack of use for six weeks... (no you can't change your guesses) luckily after stopping the car, and then engaging the clutch, we were able to move on.

The traffic in Beijing is horrendous with plenty of cars and surprisingly not many bicycles. Our map books have very clear instructions, I am pleased to say, and we were able to make it back to the hotel after stopping to fill the tanks with petrol. It is very hot here today and once the car is in the shade I shall be out there tinkering.

See the Gallery for more images.

Sunday 27 May - Day 1

It is very hot at the moment (40 degrees centigrade) and although the car is working reasonably well the weather is causing petrol vaporisation which can cause air locks in the petrol which then means the engine keeps conking out. Oh and very squeaky brakes which I need to sort out.

Jing the young lady from the Beijing office kindly came out to the hotel and has left me some lucky chopsticks, lets hope they work!!!

Being one of the first cars out we had an early start, up at 5am with breakfast between 5 and 6am leaving early to get to the Great Wall by 7.30am and unfortunately suffered a puncture due to debris in the road from a previous accident.

Once at the Great Wall it was a fantastic sight with plenty of adults and children waving us off along with dragons and people on stilts.

We set off at our allotted time from the Great Wall and promptly had another puncture, on the same tyre!! I then discovered this particular tyre was one of my older ones and should have been thrown away...

Sunday 28 May - Day 2

Datong to Siziwangqi

We stayed in a pleasant hotel in Datong which was good because we knew the journey from Datong to Siziwanggi was going to be long with plenty of traffic jams. Datong is the coal capital of China. The roads are extremely bad and they are currently building bridges which meant we had to make regular detours up hills and along river beds. We did this about 10 times and constantly thought we had got lost but eventually managed to make it back to the correct road. Some of the roads are so poor they are corrugated.

At Siziwangqi we stayed in camp site (yurts) which is in Inner Mongolia which is still part of China. Although it is hot during the day it is very cold at night and we had to get up and put more clothes on so we could get back to sleep. So far we have not encountered any yaks!!

We discovered that two cars got very lost but eventually managed to arrive here at 3.30am. The maps are adequate but don’t really account for any mistakes you might make, that is when the GPS comes into its own, but forget trying to ask anybody for directions now we are out of Beijing, English is a forgotten language.

Monday 29 May - Day 3

Siziwangqi to Erinhot

We have just driven into Erinhot after another good run. On the way we passed under the most amazing bridge – made up of two enormous dinosaurs – across the road. Tonight we are staying in a reasonable hotel and hope that the food is better than breakfast this morning which consisted of donuts, cake, a very peculiar cheese and some seeds. It was all very unappetising and not much got eaten.

Tomorrow we drive to Sainshand the border for Outer Mongolia, lets hope that we don’t meet too many bad tempered officials!!

Ed's really bad dinosaur joke spot:

Q: Why did the dinosaur cross the road?
A: Because the chicken wasn't invented yet.

Q: What do you call a Blind Dinosaur?
A: Do-ya-think-he-saurus.

Q: What do you call a Blind Dinosaur's Dog?
A: Do-ya-think-he-saurus-rex.

Day 4

Awaiting Blog Entry

UPDATE 31 May: 0900GMT - We didn't get a report from Michael but we do know that they had to drive through a sandstorm and some crews had not reached the campsite by midnight. Any stragglers have been told to camp where they are before being accompanied to Ulaanbaatar on Thursday, a drive of 270 miles.

Ulan Bator, or Ulaanbaatar - Ulan Bator is located at about 1300 metres above sea level, slightly east of the center of Mongolia on the Tuul River, a subtributary of the Selenge, in a valley at the foot of the mountain Bogd Khan Uul.

Ulan Bator is the coldest national capital in the world, with an average annual temperature of -1.3°C (29.7°F). The city lies in the zone of sporadic permafrost, which means that building is difficult in sheltered aspects that preclude thawing in the summer, but easier on more exposed ones where soils fully thaw. Suburban residents live in traditional gers that do not protrude into the soil.

Official Ulan Bator Web Site (external link)

We don't know exactly where they are yet...

From the official race site: "As the sandstorm eases the moon is shining a hazy light on the Saynshand campsite while crews still find their way to this remote part of Mongolia. Some crews have not yet reached the overnight camp as we write this report at close to midnight and are being told, via satellite phone, to camp where they are before being accompanied by event marshals to Ulan Baatar on Thursday.

There will not be a results report tonight. The full fourth day story from the Peking to Paris Motor Challenge will be reported when the when we reach Ulan Baatar."

Day 5 - Race takes its Toll

We still don't know exactly where they are yet...

It seems there were serious problems on day 4, but not we think for Michael, who is currently leading his category in pole position.

The last couple of days have seen a large number of cars become seriously lost - others suffered damage in sandstorms and from the poor road surfaces that have been likened to a lunar moonscape with hard gravel, ruts and corrugations.

The Rally organisers were forced to send out search parties, set up a temporary camp-site for stragglers and at least one car has been forced to retire. The Mitsubishi carrying the medical team of two doctors rolled in the storm, they were unhurt but the car totally destroyed! This has all meant a slight of change of plan and a more relaxed schedule of motoring now planned for today.

Hopefully they will have a day of rest tomorrow and a chance to do their laundry!!

Day 6 - Update on Last Couple of Days

We managed to get to the campsite before the sand storm really kicked in. Unfortunately the tents where the food was to be served got blown away and we were fed out of the back of a lorry. The food was good, but we could have done without the sand on top!

We actually arrived quicker than we should have done and were therefore penalised. The brake rear shock absorbers and suspension rubber bump stops have been badly mangled and I have been repairing these today. Jonathan, my co driver, has a contact out here who has a Mongolian girlfriend; she has been very helpful in translating and there has been lots of smiling and shaking of heads going on.

Jonathan has hired a helicopter today and hopes to take photographs of one of the Itala's taking part, but the car has been badly damaged and arrived very late last night. The team have been up since 5am mending it.

We do have some very good pictures and if we can work the satellite phone I will try and send them over.

Day 7 - Champagne Break

Still no news; is he lost? The answer to that is a definite no because he is still leading his category. Michael and Jonathan made it to the camp after a very hot dusty day, and a sudden sand storm, to find a chuck wagon full of goodies which they were able to wash down with Moet Champagne; (who says rally driving is tough?), flown in, it is suspected, by Peter Livanos, a rally driver and one time owner of Aston Martin.

The night will be spent in Yurts and it looks to be one of the coldest nights so far, lets hope they have their thermal undies with them....

Day 9 - Time Trials and a Wolf

Today is another long journey and after another freezing night, the drivers are woken at the crack of dawn by a gaggle of geese and the generator in the cookhouse. The smell of bacon is so tempting that a large grey wolf comes trotting down the side of the river bank to see what is on offer. Too many heads pop out of tents and the wolf veers off.

The day included two time trials but it would appear that a river crossing caused plenty of problems and tow ropes were needed. It would seem that Michael and Jonathan may not have fared so well as they have slipped down to eighth position - we await further details!!

Day 10 - 5 June - Altay to Khovd

Approx 260 miles driven today and a total so far of just over 2,000 miles.

We are now on our way to the Russian border. It has been a hard day of driving over rocky and corrugated track. Today we have crossed the High Chaparral of Mongolia and tonight we are pitching our tents beside a river bank that is full of mounds and stones. The scenery has been stunningly beautiful with snow capped mountains, but the drive has been tough.

Day 11 - Wed 6 Jun - Khovd to Border Camp approx 184 miles

The last day in Mongolia has been very special. An easier drive of just under 200 miles, on considerably improved track, with stunning views of snow capped mountains and plenty of river crossings. Tonight is the last night in tents and sleeping bags.

They are at Eagle's Camp, a grassy meadow, just outside Tsagaannuur, a dusty border town and tomorrow head for the Russian Border.

Michael and Jonathan remain in 8th place and there is an overall time difference of only 11 hours between first and eighth position.

UPDATE: Michael has made contact. He desperately needs new tyres and these are being flown out to him this evening. Originally to fly out spare parts meant instant disqualification, but as this rally has proven to be much tougher than was ever anticipated, then this rule no longer applies. Richard Williams, who is very well known and respected in his field and is Peter Livanos' project manager, is flying out tonight with spare parts for a large number of the rally drivers.

It appears that Michael lost a lot of time on day 9 due to a large number of punctures (10 in fact) he also had to find water for his radiator and in the Gobi Desert this meant a detour which cost them three hours.

Day 12 - Jun 7 Thu

The border crossings proved difficult with a major queue building up at the Mongolian border first thing in the morning, this little outpost has only recently been opened for overland travellers and our party took them by surprise. As expected the guards took their time and each stage required more paperwork and the handing over of the last payment of Mongolian Togs before reaching Russia. The guards decided on a one-and-a-half-hour lunch break and if you weren't lucky enough to have crossed through to Russia before their break you were sent back to square one - oh joy! It was a long day but the Russian guards proved slick and efficient with the whole process being filmed for Russian national TV.

Day 13 - Jun 8 Fri - Bijsk to Novosibirsk - approx 270 miles

Glad to report that Michael has arrived safely at Bijsk - it is 9pm and in the hotel car park there are about 80 cars, most of which have been badly battered and bruised by the extremely hard driving conditions in the desert. Many of the cars have had to be hauled on trucks and taken to a garage for repair. Currently there are about 30 cars unaccounted for, but tomorrow is rest day so it is a chance for those that have arrived to draw breath and continue with their running repairs - so much for a "rest"!!

Apart from the punctures the car is running well, the springs on the back are a bit weak and the steering stiff, due probably to a damaged front axle. One of the other drivers has pointed out that Michael is happiest when he is repairing the car, so that should keep him happy tomorrow.

Driving through desert with no roads has been an incredible experience but very hard work and tough on both car and driver. Some have been driving through the night and others managing on as little as 3 hours sleep a night.

UPDATE: After the desert of Mongolia, once across the border, the landscape quickly changed and we had our first sight of a tree in nearly two weeks. The varying landscape has been likened to Thetford, Austria and even North Wales. We are driving on tarmac which is a welcome improvement. Russian police sit by the roadside and wave red sticks for impromtu checks - if you are lucky a wave back and your foot down hard on the accelerator and another brush with officialdom is avoided.

Altaisky

region is situated in the south-east of the West Siberia. Its area is 167.85 thousand square km (its length from west to east-600 km, from north to south-400 km). On the territory of Altai there are 60 administrative districts & 11 towns. Administrative centre-Barnaul. Main towns: Barnaul, Byisk, Rubtsovsk, Zarinsk, Novoaltaisk. Population -2.7 million people. Head of administration of Altaisky region-A. A. Surikov (elected in 2000). The plenipotentiary representative of the President of the RF in Altai is Shuba Nikolai Mikhailovich. Difference in time with Moscow is 3 hours. Position between the West-Siberian plain & mountains causes the difference of climate, diversity of natural conditions & landscapes of the region. There are almost all natural zones of Russia: steppe, forest-steppe, taiga & mountains, rich river ecosystems.

Day 14 - Jun 9 Sat - Rest Day

Novosibirsk is a modern busy city and our 'rest day' is being spent fettling and servicing the cars. There is a Land Rover dealership near our base and fundamental repairs are being carried out on many of the cars.

Unfortunately Michael has not had the time to send his photographs...but we do have more details of the "challenges" that caused them to slip on day 9, where Michael is singled out for special mention by the rally's official recorder:

"Heroic rallying corner: How about this for Effort Beyond The Call of Duty: The scruffy old Vauxhall Prince Henry which looked like stitching up the Pioneer Category with a commanding lead suffered no less than ten punctures in one day, a 400 km section of rough gravel in the middle of Mongolia, and, to ad to the crews woes (one of many crews to get punctures on Blockley tyres – which run better according to this crew once you bang up the pressures to 60 lbs) they then split the radiator. With no sweeper mechanics in sight, they drive 40 kms off route to find a lake, fill the radiator, solder it up so it stops leaking, driving back the 40 kms to rejoin the route. Wow – they lose their lead but are still 8th, and now plan a fight-back. They are also eligible for the scruffiest car providing they get it to Paris. They deny their run of punctures is anything to do with lose wire spokes dropping onto the tubes, but fixing no less than ten punctures on top of a split radiator (a common occurrence throughout the entire event) in the heat of the desert surely ranks as an all-time record, deserving of some kind of special Mongolia Medal, “ for commitment to a mad cause.”

History of Novosibirsk

It was founded in 1893 as the future site of the Trans-Siberian Railway bridge crossing the great Siberian river Ob. Its importance further increased early in the 20th century with the completion of the Turkestan-Siberia Railway, connecting Novosibirsk to Central Asia and the Caspian Sea. From 1893 until 1925, Novosibirsk was called Novonikolayevsk after Tsar Nicholas II.

Geography

The city lies along the Ob River in the West Siberian Plain. To the south is the Ukok Plateau part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site entitled Golden Mountains of Altai.

Climate

The climate is sharply continental, with severely cold and snowy winters, and hot and dry summers. Temperatures in summer range from 20 to 25°C (75°F), in winter -18 to -20°C (0°F), but can reach -40°C (-40°F) in winter and 35-40°C (100°F) in summer. The difference between the highest and the lowest temperature is 88°C (158°F). Most of the time the weather is sunny, with an average of 2880 hours of sunshine per year.

Day 15 - Sunday 10 June - Novosibirsk to Omsk 668km = 415 miles

There has been nothing much to report today, everyone was eager for a prompt start after yesterdays relaxation and some cars skipped the start control which will mean they collect penalties.

Out of Mongolia and into the stunning green countryside of Russia and today's drive has been 600 kms of flat, straight roads with a few clumps of birch trees on either side. We are told we will have go "get used to the monotony".

We stopped at truckers cafés for time-controls, snacks and coffees, before pushing on for Omsk where you wonder if it has changed much since 1907, with old shacks and wooden chalets of a distinctive Russian architecture.

FOOTNOTE - Michael and Jonathan arrived safely and are still in 7th place

Omsk

Situated on the banks of the north-flowing Irtysh, at its confluence with the Om River, at an altitude of 87 m, and on both branches of the Trans-Siberian railway, 2,700 km east of Moscow, it is the cross-junction of highways in the central part of Russian Federation. Passenger and freight boats along the Irtysh and the Ob Rivers provide connection from coal and mineral-mining towns in Kazakhstan, as well as oil, natural gas and lumber-rich northern Siberia. Scheduled and charter flights link Omsk with multiple domestic and international (primarily, German) destinations, making it an important air gateway to Siberia and the Far East.

The climate is dry and continental, characterized by dramatic swings of weather. The average daily temperatures are, over the last thirty years, +20 °C (68 °F) in July and −19 °C (−2.2 °F) in January, although typical extremes reach +35 °C (95 °F) in the summer and −35 °C (−31 °F) in the winter. The average number of sunny days is over 300 per year. The annual rainfall is 315 mm.

Day 16 - Monday 11 June - Omsk to Tyumen approx 400 miles

Michael has just driven two days, approximately 400 miles each day, so he is pretty tired. The car is driving well and he hasn't had any punctures for the last two days. He went over a huge bump in Mongolia and lost two tyres from the car, but that evening at camp they were brought back by a Mongolian. He is going to get two more tyres shipped out to Moscow.

Michael has found Mongolia fascinating and has over 200 pictures to prove it, but unfortunately the cards he has been buying for the WIFI connections, for the computer, to send the pictures, don't seem to work.

Lack of water has been a problem and they came across a Mongolian village where they were able to take water from a well in exchange for photographs of the car. The bucket to bring the water up was the remains of an inner tube. Michael has taken soldering equipment with him and not only has he been able to repair his radiator he has helped one or two more cars with the same problem.
Unfortunately Michael's tent was stolen, he thinks when the car was left unattended by a stream. He has spent two nights in the tent of another driver and said that, as the weather got colder, by the end of the evening the water to wash with (in a bucket) usually had ice on top.

Tyumen

Tyumen was the first Russian town in Siberia, founded in 1586 on the site of the Siberian Tatar town of Chimgi-Tura by Feodor I of Russia. The region of Tyumen part of Siberia Khanate was annexed to Russia by Yermak Timofeyevich in 1585 and the next year town of Tyumen was founded as a Russian fort post. Originally Streltsy and Cossacks made up majority of Tyumen population.

In the 17th–18th centuries, Tyumen became an important trade center on the routes to Central Asia, China and Persia as well as an important leather goods and handcraft making town. In 1763, about 7,000 people lived in Tyumen.

In 1836, the first steam boat of Siberia was built in Tyumen and in 1885 the town was reached by Trans-Siberian railway.

During the Russian Civil War Tyumen was first controlled by admiral Alexander Kolchak and his Siberian White Army, but in January of 1918 was taken by the Red Army.

During the 1930s Tyumen became a major Siberian industrial city of the Soviet Union. Steam-boats, cargo ships, furniture, fur and leather clothing were produced in Tyumen.

During World War II, known as the Great Patriotic War in Russia, Lenin's body was moved from Moscow to a disguised tomb located in what is now the Tyumen Agriculture Institute. Also during the war numerous factories were evacuated to Tyumen from the European part of the Soviet Union. Many kinds of military equipment was produced in the city. On August 14, 1944 Tyumen became the capital of extensive Tyumen Oblast.

In 1948, oil was discovered in Tyumen region, and in the 1960s and 1970s the oil industry became a vital component of the city's economy.

Famous people born in Tyumen include:

Irving Berlin
Grigori Rasputin
Tamara Toumanova
Vladislav Krapivin

Day 17 - Tuesday 12 Jun Tyumen to Yekaterinburg - Approx 200 Miles

Yesterday's driving of only 200 miles proved a breeze compared to recent distances, a sunny day interspersed with some light rain. To start with the roads proved to be the smoothest since leaving China, but then came the large ruts, rippled and folded bitumen and giant holes.

Our early start was from a street closed especially for us, lined with a police guard, and the noise of the big 14 litre La France exploding into life was a bit of a shock for the locals.

The good news is that Michael and Jonathan have moved from 7th to 6th place. Tomorrow is a rest day with 4 more days of driving before reaching Moscow.

Yekaterinburg

Geography and climate

Yekaterinburg is situated 1,667 km (1,036 miles) east of Moscow, on the eastern side of the Ural mountains on the Iset river. It is surrounded by forests, mainly taiga, and small lakes. The winter lasts for about 5 months - from November until the middle of April and the temperature may fall to minus 40 degrees. The summer on the Urals is short and lasts an average of 65-70 days with an average temperature of 20 degrees Celsius (70 degrees Fahrenheit). Summer snow is not an unusual occurance, giving birth to the local saying "short, mildly snowy summer in the Urals". Due to the city's location and different winds the weather is very unstable from day to day and from year to year.

The city was founded in 1721 by Vasily Tatischev and named after Saint Catherine, the namesake of Tsar Peter the Great's wife Empress Catherine I (Yekaterina). The official date of the city foundation, however, is November 18, 1723. The city was named Sverdlovsk after the Bolshevik party leader and Soviet official Yakov Sverdlov from 1924 to 1991.

Soon after the Russian Revolution, on July 17, 1918, Tsar Nicholas II, his wife, Alexandra, and their children Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, and Tsarevich Alexei were executed by Bolsheviks at the Ipatiev House in this city. In 1977 the Ipatiev House was destroyed by order of Boris Yeltsin who later became the first President of the Russian Federation.

In the 1920s, Yekaterinburg became a large industrial center of Russia. It was the time when the famous Uralmash was built, becoming the biggest heavy machinery factory in Europe.

During World War II, many government technical institutions and whole factories were relocated to Yekaterinburg away from the war-affected areas (mostly Moscow), with many of them staying in Ekaterinburg after the victory.

In the 1960s, in the days of Khruschev's government, a number of lookalike five-story apartment blocks have sprung all over the city. Most of them still remain today in Kirovsky, Chkalovsky, and other residential areas of Yekaterinburg.

On May 1, 1960 an American U-2 spy plane, piloted by Francis Gary Powers while under the employ of the CIA, was shot down over Sverdlovsk Oblast. The pilot was captured, put on trial, and found guilty of espionage. He was sentenced to seven years of hard labour, though he served only about a year before being exchanged for Rudolph Abel, a high-ranking KGB spy, who had been apprehended in the United States in 1957. The two spies were exchanged at the Glienicke Bridge in Potsdam, Germany, on February 10, 1962. Since the end of World War II, the Glienicke Bridge was the most popular captive-trading place when the west and the east felt it necessary to negotiate.

There was an anthrax outbreak in Yekaterinburg (then Sverdlovsk) in April and May 1979, which was attributed by Soviet officials to the locals eating contaminated meat. However, American agencies believe that the locals inhaled spores accidentally released from an aerosol of pathogen at a military microbiology facility. Dr. Kanatjan Alibekov's account of the Sverdlovsk anthrax leak in his book Biohazard agrees with the American agencies' view. In 1994, a team of independent American researchers lead by Matthew Meselson concluded based on a number of sources of evidence that it was conclusive that the illnesses were a result of an anthrax release from the Sverdlovsk-19 military facility.

The city produces heavy machinery, steel, chemicals, tyres, and petroleum. Gem cutting is a well-developed light industry.

Day 18 - Wed 13 Jun a Rest Day in Yekaterinburg

Rest day in Yekaterinburg and it has been one of much activity with workshops and spares hunted down for some major repairs in time for tomorrow's journey.

Day 19 - Thursday 14 June - Yekaterinburg to Perm 379kms

Yesterday was a chance to catch up and draw breath. Michael managed to mend his rear shock absorbers and weld the bits that had fallen off! Today was an easier drive of approx 235 miles and saw them finish 5th place in their category, although it was an early start with breakfast at 6am and a drive off in buses to the town centre car park where the cars were guarded overnight.

A total of 110 cars clocked in to Perm tonight, out of a total of 128 that left Peking. Nobody expected that statistic at the half-way point.

Day 20 - Friday 15 June - Perm to Kazan 688kms

Only one hotel was needed at Perm to cater for the 300 or so bookings - the hotel is such a vast old concrete monolith left over from the days of Communist control. It was an early start for everyone given the distance needed to be covered today and it has been a good motoring day, despite the distance. The roads have been interesting with bright green scenery, rolling hills and blue skies. The drivers were dreading today, but it has turned out to be pretty good motoring.

Tomorrow is a lot shorter at around 350 kms.

Day 21 - Saturday 16 June - Kazan to Niz. Novgorod 392kms

Today has been hot and although the driving distance was shorter than yesterday, you needed your wits about you for this trek as the roads, now we are nearing Moscow, are considerably busier and the number of trucks that we dodge in and out of are increasing.

We are now all parked up in the shadow of a giant statue of Lenin by the River Volga here in Novgorod and tomorrow, being Sunday, should mean a short run over considerably quieter roads into Moscow.

Once out of Russia, a string of Time Trials kick-starts the competitive side - much will no doubt change in the remaining two weeks

Day 22 & 23, 17/18 June - Niz Novgorod to Moscow 439kms

We have now reached Moscow and tomorrow is a chance for a rest and a look around the capital and to prepare for the 700km drive to St Petersburg.

Spirits are high and everyone is relived that they have survived the Historic Rally to cross the full width of Russia and Mongolia which now seems an age away.

UPDATE: An update from Michael on his rest day. Michael has received his two new tyres and springs sent out on Peter Livanos' plane on Saturday evening. The springs have been fitted and luckily he has only had to deal with one puncture in 4 days, an improvement on 10 punctures in one day!! During their rest day in Yekaterinburg they were taken to a Russian truck garage where the mechanics were more than happy to help with repairs at no cost and were also taken to lunch by them. The roads are much better than they have been to date, but there is still much room for improvement. Tomorrow sees the longest day's drive of 680 km and they are hoping for it to be mostly dual carriageway which will help when they need to overtake the many trucks on the road. There have apparently been some hairy "overtaking" moments on the journey so far!

As an aside, Michael was concerned he was running out of money in Russia, so he thought he would chance his luck at the gaming tables in the hotel. He was invited to join the High Rollers table, where the minimum stake was 250 roubles - he managed to treble his money from 1,000 to 3,000 roubles which equates to the princely sum of £58.00. Hopefully some more photographs are on the way .

Day 24, Tues Jun 19 - Moscow to St Petersburg 730kms

It was a long drive today, 13 hours in total and not helped by the fact that Johnny mis navigated out of Moscow and we went about 20kms around a ring road, similar to the M25, the wrong way and in the rush hour! Drivers in Moscow are not know for their safety and there are over 50,000 deaths a year on the road.

The route to St Petersburg chosen was a scenic one with one lane up and one lane down and one in the middle for those brave enough to overtake the hugh lorries. We stopped for lunch, kebabs at a road side, and so far no ill effects. St Petersburg is beautiful, very different to Moscow and well worth a visit.

The majestic appearance of St. Petersburg is achieved through a variety of architectural details including long, straight boulevards, vast spaces, gardens and parks, decorative wrought-iron fences, monuments and decorative sculptures. The Neva River itself, together with its many canals and their granite embankments and bridges gives the city a unique and striking ambience. These bodies of water led to St. Petersburg being given the name of "Venice of the North".

St. Petersburg's position below the Arctic Circle, on the same latitude as nearby Helsinki, Stockholm, Aberdeen and Oslo (60° N), causes twilight to last all night in May, June and July. This celebrated phenomenon is known as the "white nights". The white nights are closely linked to another attraction — the eight drawbridges spanning the Neva. Tourists flock to see the bridges drawn and lowered again at night to allow shipping to pass up and down the river. Bridges open from May to late October according to a special schedule between approximately 2 a.m. and 4:30 a.m.

The historical center of St. Petersburg, sometimes called the outdoor museum of Architecture, was the first Russian patrimony inscribed on the UNESCO list of World Heritage Sites.

Day 25, Wed Jun 20 - rest day in St Petersburg

Today is a rest day and that is what we are doing. We have managed to see around a palace today and enjoyed a long lazy lunch. This afternoon will be spent playing with the car ready for our journey into the Baltics.

Day 26, Thurs Jun 21 - St Petersburg to Tallinn - Capital of Estonia - 450kms

Today was the day that Michael officially broke down...well in fact the car broke down!! This occurred at the Border of Russia and Estonia and resulted in the car being loaded onto the back of a truck for the journey to, and through the border. The Russian border guards were not very helpful and so many cars experienced such severe delays, one car taking 11 hours to get through, that they were unable to participate in the subsequent time trials scheduled for Estonia.

Michael was a little luckier in taking only 3 hours to get the car and truck across. We await further news as to the extent of the problems but rumour has it that Johnny had a slight altercation with one of the Russian guards and that the petrol tank may have been tampered with!

Anyway, congratulations go to Pat Duffin who wins the case of champagne with the closest guess.

Day 27 - Friday 22 June - Tallinn to Riga (the Border Estonia/Latvia) 406kms

Good news from Estonia...having last left Michael, Jonathan and the car arriving in Tallinn on the back of a truck, not only are they back in the rally but they have maintained their 5th place with some excellent results in the series of set time trials.

They had been towed all the way to Tallin and arrived at the hotel 4am Russian time, 3am Estonia time. After three hours sleep Michael was up and mending the car in the freezing cold. It seems the Russian guard didn't tamper with the petrol after all but that the last lot of petrol taken on may have been "dodgy", so much so that they couldn't even set light to it! It turned out that the valves needed to be retimed and to do that half the engine had to be taken apart, but Michael, mechanial genius that he is, managed it and the car was ready for the off!!

Estonia certainly knows how to put on a good rally. The help and reception everyone received has been second to none and the countryside has been exceptionally beautiful.

Since independence, improving air and sea transport links with Western Europe and Estonia's accession to the European Union have made Tallinn easily accessible to tourists. The picturesque old town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and the current novelty of the destination attract many tourists and facilities (hotels, restaurants) have developed to meet their needs. English is widely spoken within the tourist areas.

Estonia has made rapid economic progress since independence and this is reflected in local prices. Although not extortionate, neither are prices as cheap as in other former Eastern Bloc countries.

The local tourist office sells the "Tallinn Card" which gives the holder free local public transport and entry to most attractions. Although the economics of this may be marginal, it is convenient to use. Local walking tours offer short-cuts to understanding the city.

The main attractions are in the two old towns (Lower Town and Toompea) which are both easily explored on foot. Eastern districts around Pirita and Kadriorg are also worth visiting and the Estonian Open Air Museum (Eesti Vabaõhumuuseum) near Rocca al Mare, west of the city, preserves aspects of Estonian rural culture and architecture.

Day 28 - Sat 23 June - Riga to Vilnius 394 kms

We have now crossed from Latvia into Lithuania and are now only a week away from Paris. Crossing the border took a mere two minutes per car, a far cry from the crossing into Estonia from Russia! It is a beautiful country and the roads are glorious, ideal for rally driving and clearly being enjoyed by Michael who has moved up in to 4th place after further good results in the time trials.

UPDATE Please note, we have been corrected in that having broken down, the car was not actually loaded onto the back of a truck for the journey from Russia into Estonia. The car was actually towed, which is very important in terms of the rally rules. So with Michael behind the wheel, the wheels have actually covered the full distance and so, technically, has been 'driven' the whole way!!!

Vilnius is a cosmopolitan city with diverse architecture. There are more than 40 churches in Vilnius. Restaurants, hotels and museums have sprouted since Lithuania declared independence, and young Vilnius residents are building the city's reputation for being the most hospitable in the world, as evidenced by an active participation in the Hospitality Club.

Like most medieval towns, Vilnius was developed around its Town Hall. The main artery, Pilies Street, links the governor's palace and the Town Hall. Other streets meander through the palaces of feudal lords and landlords, churches, shops and craftsmen's workrooms. Narrow, curved streets and intimate courtyards developed in the radial layout of medieval Vilnius.

The Old Town, the historical centre of Vilnius, is one of the largest in Europe (3.6 km²). The most valuable historic and cultural sites are concentrated here. The buildings in the old town — there are nearly 1,500 — were built over several centuries, creating a splendid blend of many different architectural styles. Although Vilnius is known as a Baroque city, there are examples of Gothic (e.g. St Anne's Church), Renaissance, and other styles. The main sights of the city are Gediminas Castle and Cathedral Square, symbols of the capital. Their combination is also a gateway to the historic centre of the capital. Owing to its uniqueness, the Old Town of Vilnius was inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List in 1994. In 1995, the first bronze cast of Frank Zappa in the world was installed near the center of Vilnius with the permission of the government.

Day 29 - Sun Jun 24 -Vilnius to Mikolajki 403 kms

We are now in Poland with more glorious roads, some of the best in Europe for rallying and after another good run, Michael and Jonathan remain in 4th place.

Today was a great day's driving with the expertise of the Poland’s national motor club running a highly efficient string of Time Trials over some stunning terrain. Again there were very good results from the five time trials, with Michael and Jonathan being quickest in three and second in the other two.

Mikolajki is an old Masurian church town first documented in 1444. The settlement grew during the 18th century, receiving its town privileges as Nikolaiken in 1726. Because of its location on Œniardwy, the fishery of Nikolaiken ensured continued prosperity; the whitefish of the region were especially popular throughout East Prussia.

Until 1945 the town was part of Landkreis Sensburg within East Prussia in the Kingdom of Prussia. During World War II Nikolaiken was one of the few East Prussian towns not destroyed from the fighting, and it became part of Poland as Mikolajki after war's end. The German-speaking population was evacuated and expelled by Polish and Soviet soldiers.

The town was a growing tourist center before the war, and is now one of the largest tourist sights in Masuria. The ice sailing in winter is an especially popular attraction.

Day 30 - Monday 25 Jun - Mikolajki to Gdansk 351kms

An exciting day through rolling Polish countryside has brought us to Gdansk on the northern coast – we are at a seaside hotel overlooking the Baltic, after a hot day in bright sunshine. Results wise it was an excellent days motoring, Michael and Jonathan being the quickest in their category to cover the 351 kms, as well as being placed first in each of the three time trials - overall they remain in 4th place in the group and are hanging on to their Silver medal.

Historically an important seaport since medieval times and subsequently a principal ship-building centre, Gdansk was a member of the Hanseatic League. The city is famous worldwide as the birthplace of the Solidarity movement which, under the leadership of Lech Walesa, played a major role in bringing an end to Communist rule in the Poland. Today Gdansk remains an important industrial centre, together with the nearby port of Gdynia.

The city has many fine buildings from the time of the Hanseatic League. Most tourist attractions are located along or near Ulica Dluga (Long Street) and Dlugi Targ (Long Market), a pedestrian thoroughfare surrounded by buildings reconstructed in historical (primarily 17th century) style and flanked at both ends by elaborate city gates. This part of the city is sometimes referred to as the Royal Road as the former path of processions for visiting kings.

Day 31 - Tuesday 26 June - Rest Day Gdansk

Today is the last rest day and a chance for a spot of servicing before we set out on the final 1,000 miles to Paris. There is a great spirit, with everyone enjoying a relaxing day and thinking of the party in Paris...but to get there, we have to cross the rest of Poland and Germany, with cars that have already chalked up five countries in the last five days.

Unfortunately, the English weather has caught up with them and Michael has been tinkering with his car in the rain...nothing he likes more!!.

There is a 7am start tomorrow with a drive of 600kms ahead.

Day 32 - Wed 27 Jun - Gdansk to Potsdam 600kms

Today has been another very enjoyable days motoring, covering 600 kms. After a morning of driving through interesting and varied Polish countryside, and stopping for a snack at a Polish bakery we arrived at the German border. After very swift formalities crossing into Germany the roads changed dramatically and we found ourselves driving on the first stretch of motorway since China.

Weather wise it was cold and blustery first thing but had brightened up by this evening when German television teams turned up to film our arrival into the Dorint Hotel here in Potsdam.

Potsdam was historically a centre of European immigration. Its religious tolerance attracted people from France, Russia, the Netherlands, and Bohemia. This is still visible in the culture and architecture of the city.

The attraction that draws most visitors to Potsdam is Park Sanssouci, 2 km west of the city centre. In 1744 King Frederick the Great ordered the construction of a residence here, where he could live sans souci ("without worries", in the French spoken at the court). The park hosts many magnificent buildings:

The Sanssouci Palace (Schloss Sanssouci), a relatively modest palace of the Prussian royal and German imperial family

The Orangery Palace (Orangerieschloss), former palace for foreign royal guests

The New Palace (Neues Palais), built between 1763 and 1769 to celebrate the end of the Seven Years' War, in which Prussia ousted Austria from its centuries-long role as the dominant power in German affairs. It is a much larger and grander palace than Sanssouci, having over 200 rooms and 400 statues as decoration. It served as a guest house for numerous royal visitors.

The Charlottenhof Palace (Schloss Charlottenhof), a Neoclassical palace by Karl Friedrich Schinkel built in 1826

The Roman Baths (Römische Bäder), built by Karl Friedrich Schinkel and Ludwig Persius in 1829-1840. It is a complex of buildings including a tea pavilion, a Renaissance style villa, and a Roman bathhouse (from which the whole complex takes its name).

The Chinese Tea House (Chinesisches Teehaus), an eighteenth-century pavilion built in a Chinese style, which was the fashion of the time.

Day 33 - Thurs 28 June - Potsdam to Koblenz 556kms

It has been another long day, but everyone is cheerful and looking forward to Saturday. Today's drive has been the equivalent of having driven from Carlisle to Windsor. Michael is not so keen driving on the motorway in heavy downpours, the brakes on the car don't like the wet weather, but they had a steady run with no problems and are still in 4th place. Overall they came first in the time trials, in their category, throughout the Rally.

Koblenz defensive works are extensive, and consist of strong forts crowning the hills encircling the town on the west, and of the citadel of Ehrenbreitstein on the opposite bank of the Rhine. The old city was triangular in shape, two sides being bounded by the Rhine and Mosel and the third by a line of fortifications. The last were razed in 1890, and the town was permitted to expand in this direction. Immediately outside the former walls lies the new central railway station, in which is effected a junction of the Cologne-Mainz railway with the strategic line Metz-Berlin. The Rhine is crossed by a road bridge and, a mile above the town, by a beautiful bridge of two wide and lofty spans carrying the Berlin railway referred to above. The Moselle is spanned by a Gothic freestone bridge of 14 arches, erected in 1344, and also by a railway bridge

The city, down to 1890, consisted of the Altstadt (old city) and the Neustadt (new city) or Klemenstadt. Of these, the Altstadt is closely built and has only a few fine streets and squares, while the Neustadt possesses numerous broad streets and a handsome frontage to the Rhine. In the more ancient part of Koblenz stand several buildings which have an historical interest. Prominent among these, near the point of confluence of the rivers, is the church of Saint Castor, with four towers. The church was originally founded in 836 by Louis the Pious, but the present Romanesque building was completed in 1208, the Gothic vaulted roof dating from 1498. In front of the church of Saint Castor stands a fountain, erected by the French in 1812, with an inscription to commemorate Napoleon's invasion of Russia. Not long after, Russian troops occupied Koblenz.

In this quarter of the town, too, is the Liebfrauenkirche, a fine church (nave 1250, choir 1404--1431) with lofty late Romanesque towers; the castle of the electors of Trier, erected in 1280, which now contains the municipal picture gallery; and the family house of the Metternichs, where Prince Metternich, the Austrian statesman, was born in 1773.

In the modern part of the town lies the palace (Residenzschloss), with one front looking towards the Rhine, the other into the Neustadt. It was built in 1778-1786 by Clement Wenceslaus, the last elector of Trier, and contains among other curiosities some fine Gobelin tapestries. From it some pretty gardens and promenades (Kaiserin Augusta Anlagen) stretch along the bank of the Rhine, and in them is a memorial to the poet Max von Schenkendorf. A fine statue to the empress Augusta, whose favourite residence was Coblenz, stands in the Luisenplatz. But of all public memorials the most striking is the colossal equestrian statue of the emperor Wilhelm I of Germany, erected by the Rhine provinces in 1897, standing on a lofty and massive pedestal, at the point where the Rhine and Mosel meet.

Koblenz has also handsome law courts, government buildings, a theatre, a museum of antiquities, a conservatory of music, schools, five hospitals and numerous charitable institutions. Koblenz is a principal seat of the Mosel and Rhenish wine trade, and also does a large business in the export of mineral waters. Its manufactures include automotive parts (braking systems - TRW, gas springs and hydraulic vibration dampers - Stabilus), aluminium coils (Corus Group), pianos, paper, cardboard, machinery, boats and barges. It is an important transit centre for the Rhine railways and for the Rhine navigation.

Day 34 Jun 29 Fri Koblenz to Reims (+Border) 461 kms

We have arrived in Reims, where the Henriot vintage champagne house first of all welcomed us by closing a street, and kindly giving competitors glasses of champagne before we moved on to the pedestrian precint which was closed off to make up a very exclusive car park. Thousands of spectators came out to welcome us and it was a special feeling to know that the fantastic journey was behind us!!

Chateau Henriot and the Mayor of Reims are hosting a reception for all crews here tonight... the celebrations have started a day early.

Day 35 Jun 30 Sat Reims to Paris 161 kms

Over two thousand people lined the avenue down to the finish in Place Vendome today... the ramp was up by mid-day in its position over the finish line opposite the Ritz Hotel, and everyone was in party mood. Flags flew, more champagne corks popped and after helping us yesterday at Reims, Henriot had Magnums for the winning cars of the three categories. And with perfect timing, the sun shone to welcome us over the finish line.

We have finally finished in fourth place in the Pioneer category, and feel that we have more than earned the rally's silver medal - shame about those punctures!!

The champagne was flowing until well into the middle of the afternoon and the cars are all lined up now in Place Vendome. Crews are getting ready for a gala party dinner tonight, with a film of the event, and presentation of over 70 magnificent trophies.

4.2 A BRIEF HISTORY FROM THE PEKING PARIS WEB SITE

Five cars set out in 1907 – Prince Borghese was the best organised, best-funded, and was the favourite from the outset. He specially commissioned a seven-litre grand-prix Itala engine to be de-tuned, and dropped into a truck chassis, with the lightest, simplest bodywork.

Floorboards were ripped up and experimented with as mud-guards. “One day, all cars will have mud-guards like us.” Be grateful Prince Borghese’s design seen here in the hotel courtyard in Peking failed to catch on...

What do you do for money? The crews all carried bars of silver, and just shaved off a lump when bartering and haggling for supplies.

A wooden wheel was made en-route by a local blacksmith, and rescued the Itala....punctures were few and far between, with no roads they saw few horse and carts, so nails from horseshoes were less of a problem...

Fuel was organised in advance....Charles Goddard blagged some off Prince Borghese, but knew as he muttered his gratitude that his rival had not spared him enough....

A new endurance speed record for non-stop driving for 24 hours single-handed was set up by Charles Goddard in the Dutch Spyker, in a desperate bid to make up lost time after a magneto failed....his drive was not equalled until the advent of Le Mans many years later.

Goddard didn’t know how to drive a car when he first read of the great race, picking up a newspaper blowing in the breeze while working in Paris as a Circus ground-worker hammering in a tent-peg, he spotted the announcement in Le Matin and vowed he would change his life, find the money somehow, learn to drive, find a manufacturer to lend him a car....and drive to victory.

The first “tyre war” between Michelin and Pirelli centred on the Peking to Paris of 1907. Pirelli sponsored Prince Borghese’s Itala, and one tyre survived the whole trip and then out of Paris to Pirelli’s Milan factory without a puncture...Michellin supported Goddard, who flogged off some of the tyres to pay for the shipping to China...Dunlop came third supporting the De-Dions

There were no marshals or officials. The person who went to Peking to flag away the cars caught the ship back to Paris and arrived in time to flag them across the finish line.

Positions were decided by drivers sending telegrams from Telegraph relay-stations. One telegraph operator announced that the drivers were the first customers he had seen since he opened – and he had waited to seven years to send his first telegram. He needed to be shown how to send morse-code by the drivers... and as he couldn’t understand the language, sent the message back to front, starting from the bottom right hand side of the page.

Crews slept under their cars, and emerged in the morning covered in oil-drips. Only the three wheeler Contal driven by Pons, father of a girl who was to become a famous opera singer, failed to survive the course – the remains of the car are still in the Gobi Desert...trying to drive a wicker-basket with three wheels to Paris nearly cost him his life.

The Itala survived several river crossings in Siberia and the disaster of falling backwards through the planks of a bridge into a ravine. The engine never missed a beat... preparation is everything.

Promising to pay for the shipping out of his winnings, Goddard talked his passage onto a slow boat to China. Upgrading himself from third-class to first, he hoisted a piano onto the top deck and earned his lst-class ticket by playing the piano to passengers.

After persuading Spyker to build a Dutch car for a Dutch driver set on winning, Charles Goddard then secretly sought some driving lessons....he had never even as much as sat behind the steering wheel of a motor-car before seeking out his sponsor.

Today, the Itala is in the Italian Motor Museum at Turin, and has been restored by Fiat. The second placed Spyker is in the Dutch museum, and has never been restored. The two cars have not stood side-by-side since 1907.

The Itala was painted red for the race. After display at an American motor-show, the car was dropped in the harbour while being unloaded. It was then painted battleship grey – the nearest paint can to hand, as nobody else painted cars red. But because of Prince Borghese’s big win, Italy adopted red as its racing colour - and always worn by Ferrari Grand Prix cars to this day.

5 NORA POWER DIARY LIVERPOOL-VALPARAISO

Copied from Ariel B. Power:
TRANSCRIPT OF THE DIARY KEPT BY NORAH POWER IN 1866 AND 1867 DURING HER VOYAGE FROM LIVERPOOL TO VALPARAISO AND RETURN TO LIVERPOOL ON HER FATHER'S SHIP, THE IRON BARQUE, "WORRALL".

Abstract of a Voyage from England to South America
From thence back to England
On board the ship WORRALL.

Kept by Norah K Power
1866 to 1867.

Cruising the Tropics

Where the Whale spouts high,
And the porpoise roll.
And the Dolphins show,
Their backs of Gold.

The Flying Fish skim,
O'er the bright blue sea.
And hurry away past,
Our sunny Lee.

Around our bow,
The Bonitos play.
And the Sea Gulls,
Follow on our way.

Start of Voyage. July 8th 1866.
Sunday. Commences with light winds and gloomy weather, but being moderately fair, we were called by papa at 4 a.m. Snatched up an early breakfast, hurried into a cab with Aunt Eliza, Mamma, Papa, Fred and myself, and drove down to the Princes Landing Stage. Here I had to bid them a painful "Good Bye".
From this moment I date the beginning of our future voyage, as I now began to feel that I was leaving home. I stood on the deck of the Steam Tug beside Papa and we both had our eyes fixed on the dear ones we were leaving behind, waving their kerchiefs until they were lost to view. At this time my heart beat fast but low, and it may not be amiss to shew that even the poor animals felt more than one could imagine (I mean Topsy the dog and Puss) as they too kept their eyes fixed on the shore apparently, if you may judge by their movements, were in a low spirited, miserable, nothingless sort of state. Whether it was the smell of the Steam Boat or not I can not tell, but they appeared to be so thoroughly disgusted and out of sorts at the moment that they looked each other straight in the face and vomited; after this there appeared to be quite a mutual understanding between the two; I fancy I could read it in Topsy's face and saying, "Now come, you and I have a long way before us so do not go spitting at me, for as I have no other companion but you, we had better understand each other at once, so be good friends like a sensible cat. It appears Pussy took the thing quite in the same light, as they agreed pretty well after this.
At 9 o'clock the anchor was hove up and the Steamer took the Ship in tow and at 11 a.m. we were outside of the Bell Buoy, and the Pilot then left us, taking with him the few hurried lines of "farewell" on shore for us. About this time my mind was filled with a thousand ideas mingled together upon the whole causing me to feel very low spirited indeed.

July 9th 1866
Monday. A smart breeze and cloudy weather, the vessel still in tow. Did not get up this morning, not feeling well, but still not sick (but very home sick). 4.30 off Great Ormes Head. 8.30 parted with the Steamer. Saw the Sherries Light, bearing S.S.W 10 miles. I still feel very low, which to cheer me up papa wound up the Musical Box and that, instead of making me a bit merry, made me still more sad which ended in a downright good cry. After that I felt much relieved , but thinking I would only make Papa miserable I had to hide the rest of my tears (or put them by for another day). Night coming on, the lamps were lit in the Cabin which made me still more miserable missing the gas light very much at home and everything to me looking so gloomy and desolate; but I went to bed and tried to forget my troubles in sleep.

July 10th 1866
Tuesday. Able to get up more refreshed this morning after a good night's rest. Ate a little breakfast, after which I went on deck and looked around; a moderate breeze and cloudy; saw a large vessel keeping company with us; called the Sylhet, bound to Callas (sic); 9.30 - saw Bardsey Island - Noon ends with a moderate breeze, but thick foggy weather.

July 11th 1866
Wednesday. Light breeze clear weather, began by this time to feel myself really at sea and to be reconciled to my fate. Went on deck and saw Topsy who came bounding and jumping up to me as much as to say: "where are we now?" I soon discovered that she had had a nice little house made for her and quite at home in it. Only on my coming down again into the cabin, she of course followed me but was soon given to understand by the Steward that the cabin was not her Apartment, by the words, "Go on deck", with which she immediately vanished, and was not again seen entering the cabin that day, whatever she might do afterwards. Noon ends, light breeze but foggy, the Sylhet still keeping company with us.

July 12th 1866
Thursday. Begin to have serious thoughts of doing something as the time hangs rather heavily, so go to my work box and get some pocket handkerchiefs that want hemming and after finishing 8 of them considering that to be very fair for one days work;(sic) I go on deck and find that there is still a light breeze, but the weather continues foggy. Everybody on deck appears to be very busy and, as I fancy I am only in the way, I go below, (using the nautical phase), which of course I must now, and find the Steward preparing Tea. Then after taking a little, Papa and I go on deck again to enjoy an evening walk when, lo and behold, to our astonishment we find them dancing and our carpenter, being of a musical turn, is engaged playing Quadrilles for them on a tin whistle which he plays very well. Then, being tired of dancing, they have a concert for a change. When it grows dark Papa and I go down below, have a bit of a chat and then go to our nautical couch to dream of home and the dear ones there.

July 13th 1866
Friday. Very busy today finishing the rest of my Pkt handkerchiefs with which I feel very much gratified at the thought of having finished them all and put them nicely away, intending if fine to wash and do them up next day. I go to the piano, and have a tune, being the first time after leaving home that I could make up my mind to touch it. The top of the skylight being open, I happen to cast my eye up and spy several of them on deck looking down, no doubt thinking what a fine thing it is to have a piano onboard. I practice for about an hour or so, but hearing them pulling at the ropes, I go on deck. A smart breeze blowing but very thick weather. Thinking and wondering how it would be off the Horn, the terrible, dreaded Cape Horn. Noon ends, smart breeze but cloudy. Midnight, dark, nasty weather.

July 14th 1866
Saturday. Not being the finest of mornings, I put off doing my washing till a better opportunity, so go about mending my stockings (I dare say my readers will laugh and think that my stockings wanted mending very soon after leaving home) but they must please remember how soon I was packed off and the short time that there was to get my things ready, and then there will be every excuse for me. Well, I darned my stockings and put them away and said to myself, "There's another job done", not that it was much of a job, for it was only two pairs, but still a job is a job for all that, and I was glad to think that they were done.

July 15th 1866
Sunday. A week from home today. Thought how quickly the time had passed. Had some breakfast and went on deck. Rather a nice morning. Saw all the crew nicely dressed and cleaned. Thought of my little brothers at home going to Church and ear Mamma. Thoughts of home as strong as ever. Wondered whether Mamma would miss me very much and wondered how the children would get along Saturday nights. Who would wash them. Everybody employed more or less reading, nothing to do of course Sundays (sic). Take my Bible on deck in the afternoon and fancy myself sitting very comfortable with my old friend, Lilly, in her pew at Chapel only rather a harder seat on deck of course.

July 16th 1866
Monday. All at work again very busy on deck, fair light winds. This day for the first time I saw our good ship under full sail, flying along like a thing of life about 10 miles an hour, with many sea birds keeping us company, a sight which many on shore would give the world to see; evening amusements as usual, the crew dancing quadrilles to our "German Band" (as Papa styles it). Dancing from 6 to 8 o'clock, after which follows the concert which finished
at 9.

July 17th 1866
Tuesday. Fine pleasant weather. I now begin to feel myself settled down in my Floating Home. On looking around the decks I see all the sailors busily employed doing something. I never could imagine what they could employ themselves about in fine weather at sea, but it appears there is always plenty for them to do onboard of a well regulated ship to be kept clean and in good order, which seems to be Papa's main object; evening fine, had a nice walk up and down the deck talking of those left behind, for we do enjoy to talk of home.

July 18th 1866
Wednesday. Went on deck and had a look around, after which I came down and set to my washing and got done and hung out to dry, being a nice fine day. Ship still going along with light fair winds. Evening amusements as usual.

July 19th 1866
Thursday. Light winds and very fine clear weather. I go on deck till dinner time when after having that I set to ironing my things but do not finish till tea time when I am called up on deck by Papa to see a large porpoise puffing and blowing in the water and being a beautiful moonlight evening we enjoy our walk up and down the deck very much.

July 20th 1866
Friday. This morning a light breeze blowing, still clear fine weather. Ship going along 10 miles an hour. Midnight sees us with a moderate breeze but rainy weather.

July 21st 1866
Saturday. Light breeze but thick dirty weather. O some rug work today. Noon light winds rainy weather.

July 22nd 1866
Sunday. Two weeks at sea today, begin to wonder how many more Sundays we shall be before reaching Valparaiso. Light unsteady winds, rainy weather. Saw an English Barque, so thinking it would be a nice chance to send home letters Papa had the boat lowered and sent away a great many, with which all onboard felt delighted at the thought of having sent word home again, hoping the Captain would deliver them safe for us. - The Barque Tomoron Sound from Tomoron to Liverpool.

July 23rd 1866
Monday. Light unsteady airs and dark cloudy weather, wonder how far the English Barque Tomoron is on her way with our dear letters. Midnight light breeze clear moonlight night. The sea looking like a pane of glass so smooth really beautiful to see.

July 24th 1866
Tuesday. Light airs and fine clear weather. Begin to wonder how mamma feels at home and whereabouts the 2 Toms are, whether they are nearly at their journey's end.

July 25th 1866
Wednesday. Moderate breeze cloudy weather, the ship flying along under all sail, all busy on deck. I go to the piano and practise, after which I go to my drawer and rearrange all my things and do many little fiddling jobs.

July 26th 1866
Thursday. Nice fine weather, have breakfast, and go on deck; find Topsy and Puss, having a game of tick round the skylight. Topsy having caught Puss. Pussy puts up her paw and gives Topsy a scratch on the nose, which Topsy does not seem to relish, and seems to ask Puss, "is that what you call behaving like a sensible cat?" But notwithstanding the scratch on the nose, she chases her again which of course makes everyone on deck roar with laughter to watch their capers.

July 27th 1866
Friday. Smart N.E. Trades and fine weather. I begin to be very interested in a book called "Kenilworth", one of Sir Walter Scott's novels that Papa has advised me to read. Go on deck, take with me a camp stool and sit under the awning. Topsy making herself particularly cosy at my feet. Pussy frisking about goodness where, here, there and everywhere, first watching this, then that, and wondering at the same time what in the world it all means, and where we are going to, till at last she spies a little bit of rope rolling about the deck, gets hold of that and amuses herself, Topsy watching her all the time closely, and waiting for a good opportunity to pounce upon her, unawares. Midnight cloudy, but moonlight: begin now to look forward to fine weather.

July 28th 1866
Saturday. Quite at home now onboard ship. Do not relish sleeping in a berth all alone by myself so today Papa sets the carpenter about arranging and making a bed in his berth for me so that I can be near him. So I have a board made to put across the sofa in his berth and a nice little curtain to draw across at night, so that we are very comfortable indeed, in fact
could not be more so, without I had Lilly with me or Katie to chat with, but Papa a very excellent companion talking and laughing all day long both of us and part of the night too.

July 29th 1866
Sunday. This day I generally feel rather dull having not anything to do but read. Now is the time I would like Lilly with me, think to myself what they would say if they were here, whether they would have liked the sea, whether they would have been sea sick and a great many other little things; wonder how Harry, Hiram and Fred get on and how Mamma is, whether they are thinking of us or not but that I am sure they do, mamma especially. Noon ends beautiful weather; off the west end of Madeira. Midnight light breezes fine clear weather.
(There appears to be a page from the Diary missing here - Ed.) August 5th 1866
Sunday. Light fine weather 4 weeks from home today. I hope all the remaining weeks will pass as quickly as these have appeared to do. I wonder what they are doing at home. Finished Kenilworth at last and enjoyed it very much indeed. Go o deck, have a romp with the dogs, Carlo & topsy but Carlo being rather old he does not seem to care much for play except for running after sticks and belaying pins. He seems to have been trained to that, a nice old dog more steady in his behaviour than Madame topsy.

August 6th 1866
Monday. Very busy looking over a lot of things with Papa and the Steward and taking account of them. Spent the rest of the day in work on deck under the awning which I always enjoy.

August 7th 1866
Tuesday. Much the same as usual. Ship going along under full sail. Put the fishing lines out to catch some fish which however proved a failure. Spent the day as usual.

August 8th 1866
Wednesday. Breakfasted of a Flying Fish which flew onboard about 4 a.m. and oh! It was delightful. I did so enjoy it. They look such pretty little things flying through the air, to get clear of the larger fish. Weather fine and clear. I must not forget to mention the extreme beauty of the tropical skies and the beautiful colour of the water, but more especially by night the water, as this is indigo. If you throw anything overboard you can see it go down for miles and miles.

August 9th 1866
Thursday. Smart breeze but thick rainy weather. Went on deck but could not stay long for the rain. Noon change of wind accompanied with heavy rain. Midnight light breeze and cloudy.

August 10th 1866
Friday. Light breeze and cloudy weather all plain sail set by the wind. Employed much as usual.
August 11th 1866
Saturday. Very busy making a cover for a pin-cushion that I have made for Papa's Stateroom. Go on deck, smart breeze cloudy weather. Midnight increasing breeze and a cross sea.

August 12th 1866
Sunday. Smart breeze and cloudy weather. Breakfasted of 2 flying fishes one very large and one very small one. Finished the cover for pin-cushion. Get the carpenter to make a stand for it; then it looks so nice that I am tempted to make one for myself.

August 13th 1866
Monday. Smart breeze and cloudy weather all plain sail set by the wind.

August 14th 1866
Tuesday. Light breeze and cloudy weather. Breakfasted again of a beautiful Flying Fish. Went on deck afterwards, saw the two pigs for the first time taking their morning rambles about the decks. Topsy now and then chasing after them when the fit took her. Midnight light breeze and fine moonlight night.

August 15th 1866
Wednesday. Strong breeze and squally weather all possible sail set by the wind. Finished my own pin-cushion not quite as pretty as Papa's. Midnight rather cloudy.

August 16th 1866
Thursday. Strong breeze cloudy weather, wash again today which I find a great bore onboard ship. Get that done and hung out to dry. Practise as usual and do my work. Ship going along 6 or 8 miles and hour. Midnight moderate breeze.

August 17th 1866
Friday. Saw another ship at a great distance off, too far to signalise her, for which I am sorry as I always like signalising very much. Moderate breeze fine clear weather. Midnight light breeze clear weather.

August 18th 1866
Saturday. Smart breeze and fine weather. In great anticipation of crossing the line tomorrow, but sincerely hope I shall not be shaved. Midnight light breeze clear weather.

August 19th 1866
Sunday. Fine weather. Our ship crossed the Equator while we were sitting at breakfast, so that by the time we had finished we were in the other hemisphere. Sunday is a very quiet day onboard ship ( in fine weather). The sailors generally have what they call their Sundays rigging or sitting about the decks in different places reading books or smoking their pipes, as it may suit their fancy.
August 20th 1866
Monday. Strong S.E. Trades and fine weather. Papa prevails on me to read "Diary of a Late Physician" which I begin today and so far it is splendid.

August 21st 1866
Tuesday. Strong S.E. Trades and fine weather. Saw another Barque but too far off to signalise, bound home.

August 22nd 1866
Wednesday. Strong S.E. Trades and very squally weather.

August 23rd 1866
Thursday. Strong breeze and squally weather. Noon signalised the American ship "Valentine" (?) from New York bound to California.

August 24th 1866
Friday. Strong breeze and squally weather. Midnight squally unsettled weather. I feel very frightened of course not being used to it, and keep on bothering Papa which at last I give up as he does not like being teased about I so I make up my mind not to be timid which I find very hard to do, and can not go to bed. Strong breeze and squally. Get very interested in my book. Spend most of my time now reading as there is no possibility of doing any work. Vessel knocking about too much for that.

August 25th 1866
Saturday. More settled weather today, strong breeze. Go on deck again under the awning. Walk for a while. Afterwards go below and practise till tea time.

August 26th 1866
Sunday. Take my book on deck and sit on the Poop enjoying a read, Topsy wanting me to play with her, which she shows plainly by every now and then giving my dress a switch, but I can not be bothered with her. I am otherwise engaged so I send her off to her house. Most beautiful day.

August 27th 1866
Monday. Light breeze clear weather read as usual till tea, after which Papa and I have our evening walk and find Puss walking on the sails again. Papa creeps behind her with the end of a rope intending to give her a (rope's -ending) as the sailors call it for disobeying orders, but she happens to turn round just in time to save herself and makes her exit as quick as she can, Topsy after her, down in the cabin; poor Puss, she suffers martyrdom from Topsy, she thinking nothing of taking hold of poor Puss by the neck and running up an down the deck with her, she at the same time mewing for her life, but not able to defend herself in the hands of suck a monster.

August 28th 1866
Tuesday. Light airs and fine weather get the Steward to make me some toffee. Spend the day as usual. Midnight clear weather.

August 29th 1866
Wednesday. Light breeze and clear weather. Find "Diary of a Late Physician" to be a very interesting book. Do not feel at all homesick now, not but that I think of them at home just as much as ever.

August 30th 1866
Thursday. Light breeze and fine weather. All the crew employed painting Papa's pretty little gig, for when we get to Valparaiso. Papa appeals to me and asks what colour shall she be painted? I say blue, accordingly she is painted blue and looks very handsome, white outside, blue inside, with her name in pretty gold letters in a blue ribbon on the stern.

August 31st 1866
Friday. Very busy today copying Poetry which Papa setts(sic) me to call Meditations at Sea. Moderate breeze and fine clear weather.

September 1st 1866
Saturday. Light breeze clear weather smooth water. Finish my book having been highly pleased with it.

September 2nd 1866
Sunday. Many Sundays now since we left dear home. How are they getting on by this time I wonder! Seems a very long time now since we left. Very strong breeze and cloudy weather. Great squall accompanied with much thunder and lightening rain. Midnight increasing to a gale.

September 3rd 1866
Monday. Hard gale with heavy seas. Ship labouring heavily and shipping a deal of water, under close reefed topsails.

September 4th 1866.
Tuesday. Hard gale and heavy seas. Ship labouring heavily shipping a deal of water. Sprays flying in all directions, causing no small fun at the Cabin dinner table. Each one has to look after his own plates, knives, forks, spoons, &c, &c, &c, &c; all smashing together. Papa one day unfortunately got some of his soup in his waistcoat pocket at the same time our settee (sic) and down we both fell, soup and all, stern foremost on the Cabin floor; Pa thought it about the wisest plan to sit where he was and finish his dinner on the floor.

September 5th 1866
Wednesday. Light breeze and cloudy weather. Begin another book entitles "Dombey and Son". So far so good.

September 6th 1866
Thursday. Smart breeze cloudy weather. Noon increasing breeze. Midnight stormy. September 7th 1866
Friday. Hard and heavy sea, ship again labouring heavily and shipping a deal of water. Midnight hard gale and heavy sea.

September 8th 1866
Saturday. Hard gale and heavy sea shipping a deal of water. September 9th 1866
Sunday. Smart breeze and dark cloudy weather. September 10th 1866
Monday. Smart breeze and cloudy weather. Midnight increasing. September 11th 1866
Tuesday. Light breeze cloudy weather. Make some toffee today. Do a little work afterwards. Read "Dombey and Son" which I think equals my last book. Midnight hard gale and squally.

September 12th 1866
Wednesday. Strong breeze with a heavy sea. Shipping a deal of water over all. Midnight grows moderate.

September 13th 1866
Thursday. Unsteady squally weather. Topsy does not know what to make out of the continual tossing about. As soon as she gets nicely settled one side of the ship, away she goes to the other and looks up to me as if I could help it, making Pa and I roar with laughing. Midnight unsteady and squally.

September 14th 1866
Friday. Light breeze and cloudy weather. Noon squally accompanied by thunder, lightening, and rain; get very frightened at the lightening, pity the poor sailors having to go up aloft in the midst of it all; can see to pick up a pin on deck, quite an illumination. Thunder very loud and the rain coming down in torrents.

September 15th 1866
Saturday. Smart breeze and cloudy, off Rio de la Plata, today, begin to expect rough weather.

September 16th 1866
Sunday. I hope not many more Sundays now, before we reach our destination. Moderate breeze fine weather. Midnight the same.

September 17th 1866
Monday. Smart breeze fine weather. Midnight thick and cloudy. September 18th 1866
Tuesday. Strong breeze and thick cloudy weather. Almost finished Dombey, such an amusing book; in some parts making me laugh so. Midnight light breeze thick and cloudy.

September 19th 1866
Wednesday. Make more toffee today with which I am in great fears of the pan tumbling over every minute as the ship gives a lurch. Consequently it proves a great bother and I say to myself that it shall be the last for the passage out at all events.

September 20th 1866
Thursday. Light breeze and fine clear weather. Midnight ends the same.

September 21st 1866
Friday. Fine clear weather. Midnight same.

September 22nd 1866
Saturday. Strong breeze weather. Midnight ends cloudy. September 23rd 1866
Sunday. Strong gale and heavy seas, but I go on deck prepared for it as I have Papa's oil skin coat on and Sou'wester and of course I look a regular "Tar". Ship shipping a deal of water over all. Topsy had several baths.

September 24th 1866
Monday. Strong gale and heavy seas attended with squalls. Ship under close reefed topsails. Sighted the land, Cape St Vincent.

September 25th 1866
Tuesday. Sighted Cape St John. Papa called me on deck 8 o'clock this morning to see Cape St John with its hills covered in snow. Nobody lives here, can not in fact for the severity of the weather, terribly cold.

September 26th 1866
Wednesday. Saw the Cape Pigeons. Put out my line over the stern and George the Apprentice caught two beauties for me, killed them and took the wings of very pretty birds that follow the ship for miles and miles sometimes Papa tells me even to Valparaiso. But it seems a pity to kill the poor things, catch them with a fishing hook, a line, and a piece of pork. Of course they come after the pork little thinking the hook is attached to it; consequently they get caught immediately. When they drawn on deck they can not fly off again. They are helpless. Midnight fine.

September 27th 1866
Thursday. Hard gale with heavy sea. Midnight ends moderate. September 28th 1866
Friday. Hard gale and heavy sea, ship shipping a deal of water. I happen to get wet several times, but am perfectly resigned to it now. Midnight heavy squalls, wind whistling through her sails, very loud making such a mournful sound.

September 29th 1866
Saturday. Hard gale and very heavy sea. Go to my drawer and look over my things but find it will not answer, as things go flying here and flying there. Midnight moderate.

September 30th 1866
Sunday. Very hard gale with heavy cross sea, can hardly stand on deck, have to hold on by the rails, find it very cold, begin to wonder what Cape Horn can be like at all, if this is the first impression of it, which I am sure is not at all a favourable one. Get wet literally through and through. Have to go down below and change everything, all through trying to catch Cape Pigeons. Expect soon to see the Albatrosses, beautiful large birds. Midnight moderate breeze.

October 1st 1866
Monday. Hard gale with a heavy cross sea, ship labouring heavily and shipping a deal of water - under close reefed canvass. Midnight hard gale accompanied with squalls, sleet and hail.

October 2nd 1866
Tuesday. Got my work out this morning with the intention of doing a little but find it quite impossible, reel of cotton rolling away first, then the scissors following the example, last of all me going with them, just I was taking pity on them and picking them up. I only fancy how some of them at home would laugh to be here, for after all it is fun and no mistake; no one can imagine on shore, but on goes the old ship not caring a button whether she knocks you about or whether she doesn't - all the same to her as long as she gets to Valparaiso some way or other; on she goes dashing the spray around her and riding so gracefully over the great waves that come up against her seeming to bid defiance; but she soon knocks them down, and the poor miserable victims on deck too. As for poor Puss, I do pity her, for she looks perfectly scared and Topsy has given it up as a bad job long ago, and goes in for a snooze. Tremendous heavy gale ship shipping a deal of water. Midnight hard gales with sleet and hail.

October 3rd 1866
Wednesday. Hard gale ship labouring heavily. Saw the Albatrosses but did not succeed in catching any, ship going so fast through the water, also the ape Hens. Midnight increasing gale.

October 4th 1866
Thursday. Today occurred the remarkable event of killing one of the pigs which made a most fearful noise onboard. Hard gale with heavy sea, increasing sea. Noon signalised the ship "Emily Waters" bound west from Swansea. Midnight very hard gale accompanied with heavy squalls, sleet and hail.

October 5th 1866
Friday. Hard gale and heavy sea. Caught a very large Albatross, very busy picking off the feathers, lovely white birds. Keep the head as a curiosity. Midnight hard gale with heavy sea.

October 6th 1866
Saturday. Hard gale with heavy sea, ship labouring heavily, shipping a deal of water inasmuch that we lost three shovels overboard. Poor Carlo begins to be very sick and bad. He loses his coat. Midnight strong winds and cloudy.

October 7th 1866
Sunday. Strong gale with heavy sea, ship labouring heavily. Caught two more very large Albatrosses. Spent Sunday as usual reading, finish Dombey & Son. Midnight moderate but cloudy.

October 8th 1866
Monday. Unsteady squally weather with a heavy head sea. Papa begins to feel very low spirited thinking what a long voyage we are having. I feel very much the same, but pass my time practising and reading. Commence another book called "Vilette", a French novel. Do not care for the beginning very much, seems rather dry. Midnight ends increasing sea and squally.

October 9th 1866
Tuesday. Moderate breeze and cloudy. Sight the Diego Ramiries Islands, bearing N.N.W. just off the Horn. Frightfully cold.

October 10th 1866
Wednesday. Smart breeze and cloudy weather; noon hard gale with heavy sea, shipping a deal of water. Midnight the same.

October 11th 1866
Thursday. Poor old dog, Carlo, grow s worse and worse every day. A pitiful sight to look upon now; frightened that poor Topsy has caught the same disease; hard glae with heavy increasing sea, ship tossing dreadfully. Now is the time for thinking of home. I only fancy what they would say at home now were they to see us. Of course I am not the least timid, quite used to it. I come on deck muffled up with Papa and quite prepared to meet anything, but we both have to hold fast to the railings for support. Midnight thick weather with heavy sea (sic).

October 12th 1866
Friday. Strong breeze with increasing sea with thick rainy weather. Ship shipping a deal of water. Midnight hard gale and heavy squall.

October 13th 1866
Saturday. Hard gale, ship labouring heavily with a cross sea, everything onboard playing "tick" again. Papa and myself got up about 3 o'clock this morning and repaired a great deal of damage that had been done, no end to smashing upsetting here and another upsetting somewhere else. We would no sooner get one thing settled comfortable when away the ship rolls to the opposite side and down, smash goes something else, making me of course roar
with laughing, while Papa and the Steward take it in a more serious light. But even Papa can not help laughing in spite of himself, and passed some dry remarks which of course makes one laugh all the more; get into bed again and get all nice and comfortable but have not been there above minutes when Bang goes two bottles under the lockers, get out, and Papa says "now my little dears, can I do anything for you". It happens to be two bottles of ale capsized over the floor swamping everything. Such, readers, is the state of things at sea.

October 14th 1866
Sunday. Hard gale and increasing heavy seas. The quiet once again, everything onboard does not seem to think so, for they are rattling about at a furious rate. They are determined to have their fun in spite of the Steward jamming them together. As to poor Puss she sits on top of the piano, ever and anon rolling herself as the ship rolls, there she sits a quiet spectator of the scene, and seeming to wonder each minute when anything falls. Wherever are we going to at all, and what is all this fuss about - this is a pretty state of affairs indeed. Such I suppose are poor Pussy's ideas on the subject.

October 15th 1866
Monday. Hard gale accompanied with heavy squalls; but go on deck but can not stand the cold, so have to go below to the fire, where I sit toasting my feet reading "Vilette" and cracking toffee (great baby of course but nothing better to do in rough weather). About 9 o'clock at night the Steward and I make gruel over the fire to warm Papa and I after being on deck in the cold, Papa at the same time amusing me with some jokes of his, nearly making me upset it. Enjoy our gruel very much (as it is nicely spiced and got several nice things in it) enjoy it very much. Then we go to bed where we are rocked to sleep like an enfant in his cradle.

October 16th 1866
Tuesday. Unsteady squally weather with a heavy sea. The Steward this day assassinates another pig. Midnight moderate breeze but cloudy.

October 17th 1866
Wednesday. Strong breeze but cloudy. Midnight squally. October 18th 1866
Thursday. Moderate breeze and fine. Manage to do a little work today. Midnight moderate accompanied with passing showers. This night I had an opportunity of seeing what many sailors have not seen, "Compazantes" fixed on the yardarm and royal mast-head, termed on shore "Jack O'Lantern", or Will O' the Whisp". This electric fluid shews a bright brilliant light like so many powerful large lanterns hung up.

October 19th 1866
Friday. Moderate breeze with passing showers. Caught 2 more Cape Pigeons. Midnight light unsteady winds and squally.

October 20th 1866
Saturday. Increasing breeze and squally accompanied with snow and hail, which falls in feathery particles much to the annoyance of those on deck, who can not succeed in their endeavours to keep themselves warm, though they stamp their feet on the deck and fling their arms about their breasts with an energy truly surprising.

October 21st 1866
Sunday. Strong breeze and cloudy weather. Signalise a ship called the "Maipu" bound to Valparaiso. Midnight strong gale and squally.

October 22nd1866
Monday. Strong gale with a heavy sea, ship pitching heavily today. Poor carlo the dog dies after crying most piteously. All the efforts to save him have been to no avail. He is dead at last. Midnight strong gale with heavy squalls, consign poor carlo's remains to the deep.

October 23rd 1866
Tuesday. Hard gale and heavy seas, ship pitching heavily and shipping a deal of water. Expect very soon now to be at Valparaiso. Midnight grows moderate.

October 24th 1866
Wednesday. Strong breeze and cloudy weather. Midnight the same.

October 25th 1866
Thursday. Strong gale with heavy sea, ship shipping a deal of water over all. Had a game of snow-balling with Mr Millburn, the Mate, in which I come off victorious. Midnight hard gale and cloudy weather.

October 26th 1866
Friday. Strong breeze with fine weather. George today catches another large Albatross and gives it to me, so I am busy for the remainder of the day pulling off and arranging the feathers. I want very much to preserve the skin but Papa tells me that it can not be done, so I of course have to banish that idea. Midnight sudden change of wind.

October 27th 1866
Saturday. Strong breeze and squally weather. Papa today marks her off on the Chart as usual and finds that if all goes well we shall be at Valparaiso in about another week or 10 days, if the wind keeps as it is now. Midnight strong breeze.

October 28th 1866
Sunday. Caught six very large Albatrosses two in particular were very large. On one we tied a piece of yellow bunting round the neck of it and let him fly off again, and as he flew away he looked so pretty. But he took care to keep at a respectful distance afterwards. Midnight, light breeze and fine weather, expect fine weather now again for which we are all very thankful.

October 29th 1866
Monday. Light breeze and beautiful weather. All the crew busily employed scraping the ship for when we arrive, I myself polishing the furniture in Papa's State Room. Steward busy cleaning the cabin, not one on board that is not employed in something. Carpenter making me a nice box to take my music in on shore, which will I dare say prove very handy. Midnight smart breeze and fine beautiful weather.

October 30th 1866
Tuesday. Employed busily, all the crew on deck as yesterday cleaning the vessel and she really looks pretty. Midnight very clear fine night.

October 31st 1866
Wednesday. Crew employed varnishing the deck. Thinking the steward would not be done in time, I set to and help him but have not been so employed above half an hour before I fall down in a fit and feel very ill, so of course I have to cease. Midnight beautiful night and starlight, ship going along 10 knots an hour; Papa and I walk the deck as usual; expect to arrive at Valparaiso about tomorrow night.

November 1st 1866
Thursday. Very fine beautiful day. I feel very much better today, expect to arrive about dark. I am very nearly frantic at the idea. Midnight saw Corunnilla Point, shortly afterwards the light, which you may easily imagine gladdened our eyes, after seeing nothing but water and sky for 119 days.

November 2nd 1866
Friday. This morning we entered the harbour of Valparaiso and about ten o'clock let go the anchor and furl'd the sails for the first time since leaving Liverpool. A great number of ships were lying in the Bay, both Merchant ships and ships of war, which with their colours flying, the sun shining on the hills and town (which faces the shipping) looked much prettier than I can describe, a very pleasant change after so many days at sea. Papa being so well known here, the anchor was no sooner down than many boats came off from shore alongside, and the decks and cabin were both filled in quarter less than no time with inquiring friends. Now commenced the shaking of hands without end and many inquiries about the folks at home, in the Old Country as they call it. As this is one of Papa's busiest days, "The Day of Arrival", I remain onboard until tomorrow - altho' of course longing to go ashore. Just fancy how agreeably I was surprised when from some kind Apostle I received a large basket of Strawberries sent off from the shore. You may readily imagine what a treat for me, especially as I did not know they were coming; and this was shortly afterwards followed up by a lovely Bouquet of flowers, such bouquets as you never see in England, such beautiful flowers, and so tactfully got up; not a thing the size for a button hole, but a magnificent bunch (as large as one's head); I mean a good sized head (not a pimple).
(Note: this entry has been underlined, in the first sentence, in pencil. A pencilled footnote in a different hand at the foot of the page reads: "117 days out from Liverpool - sailed July 8th").

November 3rd 1866
Saturday. Several came off onboard again this morning and among them one gentleman who bought us all glad tidings from home. I could almost have gone wild for joy. I had one letter from Mamma and one from Lilly, also one from up the Coast, from dear Tom my brother, telling Papa and I that he would be with us on the 11th. Just fancy my feelings when reading
this; I can not describe them; the thought of our meeting in Valparaiso. This day I have spent on shore. I find Valparaiso a pretty, stylish place; my first introduction was to a Mr Livingston and his only daughter, Virginia, who appears to be a warm hearted affectionate little creature, one that I already feel as if I could love. They wish me to stop with them during our stay in Valparaiso, in town or at Quillota, their country seat. From thence I went to Messrs. Williamsons on the Hill, who also appear to be fine and affectionate family. I received another pressing invitation to stay with them, in fact all the people here appear to be of the same stamp, they can not do too much for one. Papa and I stay the night on shore at Mr Williamson's house, but in the evening about 3 o'clock Sophie, his daughter, and I went out shopping. Saw some fine shops and the beautiful Ladies with their dark eyes, dress'd very beautifully, and wearing nothing on their heads but a long lace veil, their hair being done up beyond all description really splendid; and they seem to stare at the English wearing hats and bonnets.

November 4th 1866
Sunday. This morning I was up with the Lark. I was too eager to see Valparaiso to sleep long. This day also we have spent with the Williamson family but about 1 o'clock we all went onboard to dine, spent two or three hours there, after which we again went on shore, got into an omnibus and went down to the Public Gardens from thence down to the Railway Station. Feel very tired, so ride back again to Mr Williamson's where we have tea. Spent the rest of the evening with them, then came onboard. Mr Williamson's house is situated upon one of the highest hills in Valparaiso, affording us a lovely view of the ships in the Bay and all the surrounding country. This day also is my birthday.

November 5th 1866
Monday. Called on Mrs Livingston this morning but did not find her at home. Called at several places with Papa and was introduced to a great many gentlemen. Went with Papa into a restaurant where I had a splendid ice-cream; and Papa also bought me a large packet of their comfits which were very nice. From there we went to a Dr Bates. I was introduced to him and found him to be a very pleasant gentleman. Of course, there was another pressing invitation. From there went up the hill to Mr Williamson's and spent the day with them, as it was his daughter Norah's birthday, rather a singular occurrence, her birthday the very day after mine, and both bearing the same name. Evening coming on they had a Grand Party (introduced to several nice ladies and gentlemen). About 8 o'clock a Conjuror came and did a great many wonderful things. Enjoyed ourselves very much indeed and spent a very happy and comfortable evening. Got to bed about half past three, Sophie and I sleeping till about 12 the next day.

November 6th 1866
Tuesday. Got up very late, the effects of going to bed late. Found that Papa had gone on board, so got ready and Sophie, Aurora and myself went down to the Gardens, enjoyed ourselves very much, had a splendid walk, rode back and had dinner, after which Papa made his appearance. Stayed tea with them, then went onboard but had not been onboard above half an hour or so before the Purser of the Man of War, in company with another
gentleman, called. They were both very pleasant. They stayed a long time with us having some music and singing. When they were leaving they asked me was I fond of riding, to which I answered "Yes", being very fond of it. They gave me an invitation to go out riding with them and also to come to visit them onboard, saying they would send their boat for me, which I thought very kind. One of them also left me a beautiful volume of music, "Moore's Irish Melodies".

November 7th 1866
Wednesday. Not been on shore today not feeling well. Had a visit from Mr Livingston and Mr Williamson, first time of seeing Mr Livingston. Quite alone onboard as Papa had to go on shore early this morning on business, so could not be bothered with me. I am in great anticipation of seeing Tom, four more days longer yet to wait.

November 8th 1866
Thursday. Captain Williams, a friend of Papa's and also a Captain Price called onboard today with two other gentlemen. All went to the Gardens, also several ladies. Had great fun at the Gardens with Mr Terrie, his wife and his daughters, they dancing the "Saruaceuca", the country dance so pretty and playing and singing on the guitar. Came home about dusk and spent the remainder of the evening onboard having some music and singing.

November 9th 1866
Friday. Went on shore with Papa, called at several places with him. Met Captain Williams and his wife and all had dinner together at the English Hotel, after which we took a very long walk.

November 10th 1866
Saturday. Invited to go onboard "Pembroke Castle" to see Captain Price away (as is customary). See him sail away off to Tongoy away down the coast.

November 11th 1866
Sunday. Expect dear Tom today. Can not express my feelings. I am all excited and feel delighted. One o'clock as we are sitting at dinner we hear a gun go off. Ran on deck and there saw the "Panama" sailing in so beautifully. Felt as if I would like to jump overboard and swim across. There being two gentlemen onboard of our vessel at the time, and knowing Tom, one of them went off to see him and brought back the message "that he would be with us in about 20 minutes" (sooner than expected), so I went below and waited patiently and in about 10 minutes as I happened to be looking through one of the berth windows there I spied the dear fellow coming in his boat from the "Panama". So I called out Tom, not being able to contain myself any longer, and there he was looking everywhere to see where the voice came from. At last he spied me and didn't he look delighted? He did so. The next I heard was him coming down the cabin stairs so I did not stay longer at the window but rushed out. Neither of us spoke for about five minutes but stood with our arms round each other. I actually cried for joy, but sure enough I did. After staying onboard for about a couple or three hours and chatting to Papa about business and different things, we dressed ourselves and went with him onboard the "Panama" to dine. Tom introduced me to several onboard also passengers and Mrs Meynard, one lady, and I were friends directly. Spent such
a delightful evening, Tom singing the old songs that we used to sing at home, when at one o'clock in the morning we had dancing. I danced right away down the Saloon with the Chief Officer, Mr Craig. Papa also sang several songs. In fact we enjoyed ourselves very much indeed; got onboard our own vessel about half past three, Tom coming with us and sleeping onboard.

November 8th 1866
Thursday. Captain Williams, a friend of Papa's and also a Captain Price called onboard today with two other gentlemen. All went to the Gardens, also several ladies. Had great fun at the Gardens with Mr Terrie, his wife and his daughters, they dancing the "Saruaceuca", the country dance so pretty and playing and singing on the guitar. Came home about dusk and spent the remainder of the evening onboard having some music and singing.

November 9th 1866
Friday. Went on shore with Papa, called at several places with him. Met Captain Williams and his wife and all had dinner together at the English Hotel, after which we took a very long walk.

November 10th 1866
Saturday. Invited to go onboard "Pembroke Castle" to see Captain Price away (as is customary). See him sail away off to Tongoy away down the coast.

November 11th 1866
Sunday. Expect dear Tom today. Can not express my feelings. I am all excited and feel delighted. One o'clock as we are sitting at dinner we hear a gun go off. Ran on deck and there saw the "Panama" sailing in so beautifully. Felt as if I would like to jump overboard and swim across. There being two gentlemen onboard of our vessel at the time, and knowing Tom, one of them went off to see him and brought back the message "that he would be with us in about 20 minutes" (sooner than expected), so I went below and waited patiently and in about 10 minutes as I happened to be looking through one of the berth windows there I spied the dear fellow coming in his boat from the "Panama". So I called out Tom, not being able to contain myself any longer, and there he was looking everywhere to see where the voice came from. At last he spied me and didn't he look delighted? He did so. The next I heard was him coming down the cabin stairs so I did not stay longer at the window but rushed out. Neither of us spoke for about five minutes but stood with our arms round each other. I actually cried for joy, but sure enough I did. After staying onboard for about a couple or three hours and chatting to Papa about business and different things, we dressed ourselves and went with him onboard the "Panama" to dine. Tom introduced me to several onboard also passengers and Mrs Meynard, one lady, and I were friends directly. Spent such a delightful evening, Tom singing the old songs that we used to sing at home, when at one o'clock in the morning we had dancing. I danced right away down the Saloon with the Chief Officer, Mr Craig. Papa also sang several songs. In fact we enjoyed ourselves very much indeed; got onboard our own vessel about half past three, Tom coming with us and sleeping onboard.

November 12th 1866
Monday. Tom and I got up this morning before papa but Papa was not long after us. Had our breakfast, when Tom went onboard and Papa had to go on shore, so we separated looking forward to the evening. So I went down to the Cabin and managed to pass away my time till about six o'clock when Tom sent off the boat for me to come on board, and when I got there he put a beautiful little dog into my hands and said "there Nora that is yours", after which he took me into his pretty cabin and shewed me all his little things, shut the door and we had a long long chat about home. Papa came onboard about half an hour afterwards, then we all go down to the saloon to dine. Tom introduces me to Mr Madden, a very nice gentleman, who asks me to go riding with him the next day; all came onboard again (our own ship) about 3 o'clock and have some fun there.

November 13th 1866
Tuesday. R and Mrs Meynard, Mr Madden and myself all went out riding today, to the racecourse right away up over the mountains, 10 miles from Valparaiso. Spent a most delightful day, got home at dark. Had tea at the Hotel with Tom and Papa and several other ladies and gentlemen.

November 14th 1866
Wednesday. Got up this morning about half past nine, feeling dreadfully stiff and sore after riding yesterday, can scarcely move, so do not go on shore. 6 o'clock all of them from the "Panama" came off onboard the "Worrall". Has some music, singing and dancing, in fact a regular "jollification". Propose riding tomorrow.

November 15th 1866
Thursday. Mr and Mrs Meynard, Mr Madden and myself (poor Tom could not come) all go riding today again. Mr Madden and I loose (sic) Mr and Mrs Meynard so we go galloping off at a furious pace by ourselves. Get back about 9 o'clock, meet Papa and Tom, Mr and Mrs Meynard. Go onboard about 12 o'clock, Tom coming with us and sleeping onboard.

November 16th 1866
Friday. Mr and Mrs Meynard go away today down the coast to Coronel where they intend staying five years, give me an invitation to go and see them if I go with Papa next voyage. After seeing them off, Tom comes onboard wanting me to go onboard the "Panama" with him and overlook his things, as he sails tomorrow. Of course I go but I do not do anything towards repairing, as we sit talking about one thing and other. Poor Mamma was frightened that Tom would forget his Spanish ut I had the pleasure (Although not the first time) of hearing him speak it, with a very pretty young Spanish lady. We were all sitting together in his Cabin and Tom and her were talking so, their tongues running in Spanish (nineteen to the dozen) as the saying is). He speaks it beautifully and no mistake. As to the Spanish ladies, am quite enchanted with them, they are all so beautiful, and it is just like listening to so much music to listen to them talking. They are also so free and affable in their manners. There is very little English spoken onboard the "Panama", for they all mostly converse in Spanish. Dinner being at last announced, we all adjourn to the saloon and after that being over we have some dancing and music and spend another most delightful night. Tom of course coming onboard with us when we come away from the "Panama".

November 17th 1866
Saturday. I got up first this morning leaving Papa and Tom both sleeping. I got up at 5 o'clock and was very busy finishing my letter home to dear Mamma, also one to Lilly (the Panama carries them). Tom shortly afterwards goes onboard , comes back in about half and hour to bring me onboard - I go. This is the last day with poor Tom, so of course I spend a very long day with him. Have a nice walk up and down the Panama's deck with Mrs Thomas, the Captain's wife. We leave papa and captain Thomas in the saloon together and we have our bit of fun to ourselves. Mr Madden makes me a present of two lovely bouquets (or bucketsO as Tom (for fun) calls them ( a slight difference 'twixt the two I must say). Also a beautiful vase and any quantity of Pine Apples and Oranges. I quite forgot to mention that when Tom arrived he brought me a large basket full of Pine Apples - real beauties, also a large quantity of "Cheremoyas", a most beautiful but very luscious fruit, also a large quantity of beautiful white Coral. At length about seven o'clock in the evening Papa and myself have to bid Tom a sorrowful Goodbye, poor fellow it was as much as ever he could do to bear up against it; as to me I had to give way and had a good cry. To think our joy should be so short. On parting with him, he gave me a very pretty little keepsake. We had a hope, but rather a faint one, of seeing each other again before we left the coast, but as Tom will be 5 to 8 weeks away, I scarcely think we shall be here when he returns. Papa and I get into our little boat, feeling very very sad, push off from the "Panama", and at last she's off too. Away she goes and there's such a waving of handkerchiefs and Goodbyes without end. Papa and I go onboard, get our tea. I then take my dear little dog Cheeca in my arms and go on deck for a walk, being tired. Then I come down and go to bed to dream of brother Tom and the Panama.

November 18th 1866
Sunday. Get up this morning feeling very low spirited on account of losing Tom. I want to stay onboard all day, but Papa wants me to go with him to the Livingston's so we dine onboard but just as we are finishing dinner Mr Livingston makes his appearance with his son John. So of course we all go off together direct to his house. I see Virginia and stay all night with her. Papa stays at the house also.

November 19th 1866
Monday. Get up this morning and go into the sitting room where we have what we call the "Morning Concert". Afterwards we go shopping which I always enjoy. Evening we have music and dancing, several visitors calling.

November 20th 1866
Tuesday. Being up late last evening, we get up very late this morning in consequence. Have some music, playing duets together and pass the time pleasantly enough between ourselves as we are always left alone during the day; several gentlemen call about 3 o'clock, have some music and dancing. Get to bed about 1 o'clock.

November 21st 1866
Wednesday. Go onboard this morning to get a few things that I require, stay onboard for an hour or so. Papa goes on shore and leaves me. I set to and write to dear brother Tom a long letter. When I have just finished Papa comes back bringing Captain Linley and Captain
Price. They stay for a short time, when Papa and I go on shore to dine with Captain Price at the French Hotel ("Hotel Aubry"). From there we go to Mr Livingston's, where we spend the rest of the evening, getting onboard about 12 o'clock.

November 22nd 1866
Thursday. Got up this morning 10 o'clock. Did not go ashore but Papa did, promising to call back for me at 3 o'clock; 3 o'clock Papa has not yet come back. - 6 o'clock business is detaining him I suppose; go down in the Cabin to get my tea, when Captain Williams with his wife and Captain Greenwood called to take me to the Teatro (theatre) with them to a grand Concert. After arriving on shore we meet Papa in company with Captain Price, who both join us. Enjoyed ourselves very much. The music was really delightful and the ladies dress'd beautifully. Came away 1 o'clock but it was not over till 2 or half past. Went to the Hotel Aubry which is a beautiful place, and took up our abode there for the night intending to go onboard in the morning.

November 23rd 1866
Friday. Got up this morning 8 o'clock. Mrs Williams and myself have a lovely bath which refreshes us very much, after which we have breakfast and go onboard.

November 24th 1866
Saturday. Make up my mind to stay onboard now, for two or three days to have a good rest. Several ladies called onboard today.

November 25th 1866
Sunday. Spend today in writing letters home which Papa and I always enjoy very much. Finish them about 9 o'clock.

November 26th 1866
Monday. Do not go on shore. Several people calling onboard.

November 27th 1866
Tuesday. Go ashore today with Papa on business, call at several places. At last go into the Bolsa where I have a feast of strawberries and ice-cream. Come onboard again 6 o'clock.

November 28th 1866
Wednesday. Go on shore to Virginia's this morning, who wonders where I have been so long. Papa leaves me and goes away, promising to come back in the evening but does not make his appearance.

November 29th 1866
Thursday. Get up at six o'clock this morning. Mr Blackwood, Virginia's cousin John, her brother and myself all go out for a ride as far (as what they call) "Pliancna" which is the Lighthouse. Come back for breakfast about half past nine rather tired, but with fine rosy cheeks having enjoyed the ride very much. About 1 o'clock we take the omnibus and drive down to the Baths. Have great fun there. Get back to lunch about half past two. Spend the rest of the day reading and practising. Several visitors call in the evening when we have fine fun.

November 30th 1866
Friday. This morning we go to the Baths which we intend to do every morning, as we find it does us so much good. Ride home and have lunch, after which we go out for a walk. Come home and find Papa there waiting for me. Spend a very pleasant evening dancing and singing.

December 1st 1866
Saturday. Spent today the same as yesterday. December 2nd 1866
Sunday. Virginia, her cousin, Mr Blackwood, her brother Duncan and myself all go onboard of the Worrall, Virginia not being onboard 20 minutes before she is sick which she thinks remarkably pleasant. Have some strawberries then go ashore. Have lunch, after which we go for a drive. Get back about 5, 6 o'clock, have dinner then go to Church (which is a pretty little place on top of a hill). Hear a very good sermon, when we come back and have our tea. Spend the rest of the evening asking conundrums and chatting.

December 3rd 1866
Monday. Go to the Baths as usual. Have a walk looking at the shops. Spend the day in sewing - rather industrious today (for a change).

December 4th 1866
Tuesday. Go to the baths six o'clock this morning and being a long way from Virginia's house we always have to ride (which we have not the slightest objection to). Come back, have our breakfast and put ourselves to rights. Take a nice book each and go into the Balcony, a beautiful place overlooking all the Bay and the shipping and the beach. Sit there all the afternoon reading till about dusk when we can read no longer. So we talk about home (at least I do) and several other things till 6 o'clock when we are summoned to dinner, after which we all adjourn to the Drawing Room and spend the evening as usual dancing and singing, Virginia being a splendid singer, also player. Several people call (which is the case every evening nearly). Someone is sure to call so that we are never dull.

December 5th 1866
Wednesday. Mr Livingston tells Virginia and I that tomorrow he intends taking us and several other ladies on board the Peruvian Man of War, the "Independencia", which we look forward to very much.

December 6th 1866
Thursday. Get up in high spirits this morning about 10 o'clock. We get our breakfast and dress quickly as we have to be ready by eleven o'clock. Mr Livingston calls for us, go down in the omnibus to the Mold (which is the landing place for the boats) where we meet a great many Chilean dress'd beautifully, and we all go off together. We board our ship first, stay there for an hour or so, then off we go two boats full of us on board of the "Independencia". They make a great fuss of us there, the officers being very polite, doing all they can for us and explaining everything. Have a nice walk on deck when the Band begins to play which is beautiful indeed. Have all kinds of fruits onboard, enjoy ourselves very much. From there we come onboard of our vessel to lunch and have dancing on deck, some of the ladies with the officers dancing the "Samacenca". About 7 in the evening we all go on shore to Mr Livingston's house and spend a very jolly evening.

December 7th 1866
Friday. Get up this morning very tired so can not go to bathe. Hearing the report of a gun we go to the Balcony and see the "Independencia" sailing away off to Juan Fernandez.

December 8th 1866
Saturday. Virginia and I go to a Pic-Nic (sic) today away out in the country to a place called "Quilpue" starting at 11 o'clock a.m., expecting to arrive home at 6 the same evening. But the engine breaking down, we are detained till 3 in the morning. But we enjoyed the sport nevertheless, if only the novelty of the thing out in the country so many miles from Valparaiso, at that time in the morning. Only I was frightened of what Papa might think, perhaps that something had happened to us.

December 9th 1866
Sunday. Can not get up this morning at all, feeling so dreadfully tired. Do not rise till about 11 o'clock. Virginia and myself fall asleep all day over everything we do. Go to Church about half past 6. Coming home have a walk being a beautiful moonlight night; go onboard 9 o'clock.

December 10th 1866
Monday. Stay onboard all day today.

December 11th 1866
Tuesday. Stay onboard today also.
December 12th 1866
Wednesday. I stay onboard till 4 o'clock when Papa promises to call for me as we are invited on shore to spend the evening; but whether he will come or not I can not tell. 4 o'clock Papa calls and we both go off to meet Mr Goble with whom we are going to spend the evening. Drive up in a cab to his house, have dinner and spend a most delightful evening, having any amount of dancing, music and singing. I also make the acquaintance of two French ladies and their Mamma who are such jolly lively girls. Enjoy ourselves very much, stay all night, getting onboard about 10 o'clock the following morning.

December 13th 1866
Thursday. Remain onboard today until after dinner, when I go ashore to Mrs Ryder's on business, remain there all day, but feeling rather sleepy, through being up so late last night; get onboard 7 o'clock.

December 14th 1866
Friday. Call for Virginia this morning and both of us go to see Mrs McGregor, on business. Come back and spend the rest of the day with Virginia, spending a very pleasant one, amusing ourselves as we generally do. Get onboard 11 o'clock.
(A day is missing here).

December 16th 1866
Sunday. Papa and I do not go ashore today but stay onboard writing letters home. We expect to start next week for sea again. Rather sorry to leave Valparaiso, having had such merry times there.

December 17th 1866
Monday. Stay onboard today, not feeling very well. December 18th 1866
Tuesday. (At this passage in the Diary the dates, as written, become confused. They are thus shown corrected according to the 1866 calendar). Do not go ashore today either. Several persons calling onboard.

December 19th 1866
Wednesday. Go ashore today with Papa, and after having called at several places, Papa puts me into the Omnibus and I go down to Virginia's, leaving Papa to attend to his own business. After arriving at Virginia's we go for a walk together, buying several little things. Stay with her all night. Expect every day to go to sea now, but want Papa very much to stay over Christmas.

December 20th 1866
Thursday. Go to the Baths this morning 6 o'clock after calling for another young lady (Miss Harvey) a native, but speaks English beautifully. Take a coach and off we go, have fine fun, in fact we always do - get back to breakfast 8 o'clock. Spend the day as usual, only talking a great deal about Christmas day and how we shall spend it. Mr Davies, a friend of the Livingston's, is trying to get up a large riding party and we think he will succeed; but still have great doubts about Papa going away either on, or before Christmas Day; but we both hope not.

December 21st 1866
Friday. We go to the Baths 6 o'clock this morning as usual. Have great fun as usual; get back 8 o'clock. After having breakfast we go into the Balcony and sit there reading, after which we go to the Drawing Room and practise Duets together.

December 22nd 1866
Saturday. Only four days more now off Christmas Day. We go to the Balcony after coming home from the Baths and to our surprise we find the "Worrall" moving out of the Bay and the Steam Tug alongside. She moves out to the Point so as to be ready to start with the first breeze. I feel certain we shall go soon now, so make up my mind to that. Virginia is very sorry to think I am going and presses Papa very hard to let me remain in Valparaiso with her.

December 23rd 1866
Sunday. Three days now off Christmas Day. Went to the Baths this morning. Came back and spent the remainder of the day in the house, did not go out at all. About 3 o'clock in the afternoon Mr Davies called saying he had engaged horses for us to go to the Race Course 8 or 10 miles in the country. Of course we are filled with joy in one moment and look forward to it very much.

December 24th 1866
Monday. Nothing worthy of note. Very busy today altering a Riding Habit to make it fit me properly, and getting sundry little things ready. Looking forward to tomorrow when up comes Papa, saying that he sails tomorrow at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, but after a little coaxing from Virginia, and myself, we at length prevail on him to stay.

December 25th 1866
Tuesday. Here's Christmas day at last, long looked for. This is now two Christmas days that I have spent from home, the last one being in France. I hope I shall not be away another one. 11o'clock arrives and with it the horses and all our delightful party, being about 12 in number. So we mount on their backs and off we go, make such a chatter along the street, Virginia, myself and another young lady and nine gentlemen (one of them being an old schoolmaster of my brother Tom's at the College in Shaw Street, Liverpool). Papa and Mr Livingston intend to follow us in a coach, so we're off at last. We arrive out there about 2 o'clock when we sit down to a splendid dinner prepared there for us and having a most delicious Christmas pudding. After finishing this part of the business, we all got on horseback again and went to the race-course where we formed ourselves in couples and had racing; oh! What glorious fun we did have to be sure. Had tea about 6 o'clock and came home by moonlight singing songs on the way, after spending one of the happiest days that possibly could be. We arrive home about half past 11 o'clock awfully tired and dusty. Go to bed very soon - expect to leave Valparaiso tomorrow.

December 26th 1866
Wednesday. Papa being in town today sent me up a message to go onboard, Virginia and I; so we go, accompanied by one of the gentlemen from our riding party and her brother Duncan. Go onboard where, to our astonishment, we see a regular congregation of friends, come to pay us a "farewell" visit. We spend another jolly evening, not breaking up till 4 o'clock in the morning, it being so beautifully fine and the moon shining down upon us. We went for a row in the boat, Virginia, myself, her brother and two other gentlemen. It was really beautiful, so peaceful and quiet, and the water so smooth, Virginia and I of course rowing and allowing the gentlemen to take it easy (as things ought to be). About 9 o'clock Papa and I went on shore for the last time and then only for an hour to get me some fruit. A great number coming to see us off. At last we set sail and away we went after bidding all our dear kind friends a sorrowful Adieu. I felt it nearly the same as leaving home, for no one can help being attached to a place where they have had so many kind receptions and treated as Papa and I have been. Oh! How wretched poor Tom will feel when he arrives and finds that we have gone, poor fellow.

A pencilled footnote in another hand here reads: "after 54 days in Valparaiso".
(No entry for December 27th 1866).

"The Homeward Bound"

Hark! To that merry joyous song,

That floats o'er the water far.

It springs from the light and bounding heart,
Of many an honest 'Tar'.

Each nerve is strained as they sing "Heave on",
And the windlass tinkles round.
And the ponderous anchor comes to the bow,
To the song of the "Homeward Bound".

"Then hoist away lads the swelling sails",
As they fill with the warm south wind.
Then soon will the lofty "Chil'n Hills",
Be left in the distance behind.
T'was done, and away flew our good little ship,
Dashing the spray around.
All was done, with a right good will,
For they knew, they were "Homeward Bound".
For after long absence from all that's dear,
Oh! Tell me where's the man?
Whose heart does not leap with unbounded joy,
When bound for his native land.
See! Our Pilot now leaves in his little skiff,
And as he twirls his hat around.
He cries "Good Bye, God speed",
The lives of the "Homeward Bound".
By Thomas Power.

December 28th 1866
Friday. Here we are once more upon the sea, going along with a fine breeze.

December 29th 1866
Saturday. Still going along with the same breeze. I heartily wish we may have a quick passage home but whether wishing will do it any good or not I can not say.

December 30th 1866
Sunday. Ship still along with a good breeze. Very quiet today, being Sunday.

December 31st 1866
Monday. Ship gong along very fast. Busily employed making wool mats and trimming them with beads. I think they will look very pretty.

January 1st 1867
Tuesday. New Year's Day. A Happy New year to all at home. May we be with them soon. Ship today scarcely moving, being becalmed.

January 2nd 1867 Wednesday. Ship still becalmed.

January 3rd 1867
Thursday. Still becalmed, a light breeze but not much.

January 4th 1867
Friday. Sailing along again very fast with a good fair wind after us. Employed crocheting a piece of work for a Pin-cushion.

January 5th 1867
Saturday. Fine magnificent day. Ship becalmed with scarcely a breeze of wind.

January 6th 1867
Sunday. Very fine beautiful day. Still becalmed.

January 7th 1867
Monday. Dark and cloudy day with a very light breeze; raining a little.

January 8th 1867
Tuesday. Light breeze and beautifully fine. Ship going along about 4 or 5 knots.

January 9th 1867
Wednesday. Today a nice breeze sprang up. Ship going along 3 or 4 knots an hour. Finished two of my mats. Breeze dies off 6 o'clock and becomes calm.

January 10th 1867
Thursday. Becalmed again today which becomes rather tiresome. January 11th 1867
Friday. Calm still continues. Tom will have arrived in Valparaiso today. Wish we were back again to see him.

January 12th 1867
Saturday. Strong breeze today. Ship going along about 10 knots an hour which seems to put everybody in a good humour to what it does at other times.

January 13th 1867
Sunday. Still going along with a lovely breeze 8 or 9 miles an hour (sic).

January 14th 1867
Monday. Becalmed today. Ship rolling and knocking about, to the great annoyance of all onboard.
January 15th 1867
Tuesday. Nice fine weather and strong beautiful breeze. Saw a vessel bound in the opposite direction.

January 16th 1867
Wednesday. Breeze still continues. Close to Cape Horn.

January 17th 1867
Thursday. Breeze still continues. Everyone appearing delighted.

January 18th 1867
Friday. Saw two ships today, both bound outward. Did not signalise.

January 19th 1867
Saturday. Very fine weather buy very cold. Have a fire lit in the Cabin.

January 20th 1867
Sunday. Off Cape Horn this morning. Very cold but not so much so as when coming out. Saw another large vessel this morning. Still fine.

January 21st 1867
Monday. Fine clear beautiful day. Ship going along 5 knots. Noon saw the island of "Beauchene", one of the Falkland Isles. Looks to the eye very pretty. No one inhabits this little spot.

January 22nd 1867
Tuesday. Long way past the island this morning. Ship going along with a splendid breeze 8 or 9 knots.

January 23rd 1867
Wednesday. Papa today gives orders to the Carpenter to make my little dog Cheeca a house. I myself busily employed crocheting.

January 24th 1867
Thursday. Carpenter today commences the house. I practice a good deal today. Poor pussy drowned and Topsy dead. No pets onboard now to have fun with but Cheeca.

January 25th 1867
Friday. Went up on deck this morning and saw her chasing the two pigs round and round the decks creating roars of laughter.

January 26th 1867
Saturday. Do my work as usual and wash the dog, after which she looks very nice.

January 27th 1867
Sunday. Going along with a splendid breeze but shipping a deal of water.
January 28th 1867
Monday. Hard gale with a heavy sea. Shipping a deal of water overall. Ship rolling and tossing dreadfully. Employed darning some of Papa's stockings.

January 29th 1867
Tuesday. Darning stockings today also. January 30th 1867
Wednesday. Today going along with a splendid fair wind. I am busy making mats. Finished one set which looks very pretty.

January 31st 1867
Thursday. Today saw a large vessel outward bound, but do not signalise. February 1st 1867
Friday. Fine beautiful day. Ship going along about 6 knots on hour. Busy washing today. February 2nd 1867
Saturday. Lovely day. Crew all employed sewing and mending sails. I wash my dog Cheeca, do my nails and read.

February 3rd 1867
Sunday. Becalmed today. I go on deck and sit there until I am called down for dinner. Having some fun with the dog and the pigs.

February 4th 1867
Monday. Ship spinning along again today with a splendid breeze. Getting near to the Tropics. Begin to dread the insufferable heat.

February 5th 1867
Tuesday. A most miserable uncomfortable day, about one of the most uncomfortable I have felt for the voyage; vessel rolling heavily by reason of what sailors call a heavy, cross, or confused sea, which they consider very much worse and more distressing to the ship than a high, mountainous, noble sea. One neither gets any rest by sitting, standing not lying down and everything on the move. A sad rebellion indeed in the Steward's pantry, among dishes and spoons, &c, &c, &c. The dog and pigs were thoroughly bewildered, you could see from their restless and stupid look, each fancying t'was the other's fault. To add to the extreme comfort of this day, the fore-going amusement was attended with pelting showers of rain, one drop enough to knock in the crown of your hat, giving everything a particularly damp and moist appearance. Papa at this moment pointed out to me one particular advantage of coming to sea: that here we get our baths Gratis, whereas ladies and gentlemen on shore have to pay for them.

February 6th 1867
Wednesday. A most beautiful day. In fact our weather is glorious, very much like an English summer, and as yet not warmer. But we must not boast, however, for we are still at some distance for the tropical line. The chief peculiarities in external objects are the sky and stars, the flying fish and the phosphorescent appearances in the water. The stars shine out in much stronger relief than in England; at home they are too like candle ends set in wet blankets; here they seem literally 'eye holes' to let glory through. The position of the constellations is entirely changed. Earth there is none but we are often tempted to believe that we are under a 'new heaven'. The flying fish have shown themselves repeatedly during the last few days. They are of the size of a herring and fly along the surface of the water for a considerable distance, glittering like silver fish in the rays of the sun.

February 7th 1867
Thursday. Beautiful weather. As we are approaching the Equator the weather gets warmer and warmer every day.

February 8th 1867
Friday. Very busy today washing, which fatigues me very much on account of the excessive heat.

February 9th 1867
Saturday. Embroidering my petticoats today. Have a very good mind to drop it altogether; the heat really is something dreadful; talk about the summer's at home no more after this.

February 10th 1867
Sunday. Beautiful fine weather, this being the Sabbath day of course everything is very quiet onboard.

February 11th 1867
Monday. Went on deck this morning but did not stay long, nearly scorched to death with the sun. There are few things more amusing to one who visits the Tropics for the firs time than the heat - amusing, for heat is really a friend to good temper, more so at all events than cold. You wake in the morning before sunrise. You begin to wash and by the time you have dried your face and hands they need drying again! You put on your stockings and though they be (as they ought to be) quite clean, you are obliged to have recourse to the towel again or fall back on your pillow thoroughly exhausted, and so on till, at the end of an hour your toil, and toilet, are ended. Then the heat of walking on deck begins. You sit under the awning, stretch out your neck to catch the breeze and absolutely perspire with the effort. Your walking done, such as it is, you descend to breakfast - chops, rice, eggs, tea, salmon, &c. All eat and perspire, and perspire, and eat again: the only interruption, "oblige me with that chop". " How dreadfully warm!" and such like interesting communications. The walking on deck is resumed and all is done to remind you that it is not winter. The sailors are at their work clothed in at most three garments, including a hat, and all scanty. The heat of the Tropics is really very amusing.

February 12th 1867
Tuesday. The lines today have been put out to catch fish. None, however, has been captured. Yet the water is as blue as indigo and beautifully clear, making one long for a bathe. Several fish have been seen playing around our bows but somehow or other they are too knowing.

February 13th 1867
Wednesday. This day we have passed under the sun's zenith. Consequently everything is shadowless. Although the weather in the Tropics is glorious, yet it becomes rather monotonous, the same unchangeable sky and the same smooth sea, the ship gliding along at the same easy speed, the sails not requiring to be touched from day to day. The crew are sitting under the awnings sewing sails, the Carpenter trimming the Captain's Gig before being painted. It is astonishing what a quantity of work there is to be done at sea in keeping the ship in nice trim.

February 14th 1867
Thursday. Nothing worthy of note. Weather fine.

February 15th 1867 Friday. Fine weather.

February 16th 1867
Saturday. Weather fine as usual and sea smooth. February 17th 1867
Sunday. Quiet day, fine weather; on deck all are reading. February 18th 1867
Monday. Drawing very near the Equator. There is no describing the heat. It is intense. February 19th 1867
Tuesday. Continual fine beautiful weather, smooth water, much smoother than in the Mersey, and the colour transparent. It would be vain for me to attempt to describe the colour of the sky and the ocean. There is only one great drawback and that is the insufferable heat. The starry nights are much more pleasant even than the days. We have at present a full moon which affords us quite enough light to see to read with.

February 20th 1867
Wednesday. Saw a large vessel outward bound but did not signalise. This day we crossed the Line once more, 3.50 p.m. Weather excessively warm, winds light.

February 21st 1867
Thursday. Continuation of light fine weather. Having crossed the Equator yesterday, we have now the satisfaction of being in our own Northern Hemisphere.

February 22nd 1867
Friday. Nothing worthy of note.

February 23rd 1867
Saturday. Caught a flying fish today, or at least one flew onboard, which was given to my dog Cheeca. Weather find.

February 24th 1867
Sunday. The weather begins to get colder now, as we are leaving the sunshine behind us. I am not at all sorry because it is far more comfortable and just as fine.

February 25th 1867
Monday. This day I was summoned on deck by Papa to se the Bonitos playing around our bows in great numbers, jumping at a great height out of the water, chasing the flying fish. It was a pleasant sight.

February 26th 1867
Tuesday. Fine weather and much colder. Crew all employed painting the ship. Cheeca's house also is painted and looks very pretty.

February 27th 1867
Wednesday. Weather fine, ship going along at a fine rate 7 or 8 knots.

February 28th 1867
Thursday. About 10 a.m. saw a sail ahead and by three o'clock in the afternoon came up close within signalising distance. She proved to be the English Brig, Gertude, bound in the same direction as ourselves, but as the Worrall was the best sailing ship we very soon left her in the distance behind, so that at sunset she was a mere speck on the water, nearly out of sight astern.

March 1st 1867
Friday. Fine beautiful day. Ship gliding along in smooth water.

March 2nd 1867
Saturday. We are certainly having a splendid time of it and by all appearances now we shall have a very speedy passage home. We are out 64 days today from Valparaiso.

March 3rd 1867
Sunday. Smart fresh breeze. We are now about one thousand miles north of the Equator or what we commonly call our side of the Line. The air now begins to be a little more agreeable.

March 4th 1867
Monday. Very fine beautiful day. I am busily employed washing. Ship going along 6 or 7 knots.

March 5th 1867
Tuesday. We are now entering into that tract of water called the Sargossa Sea, which is covered by innumerable patches of sea plants, called by the vulgar, "Sea-Weed", better known as Sargossa Weed, deserving the name of "Flowers of the Sea". It's most singular where those beautiful little branches come from, as they are never seen in any other part of the world, yet are always found here in this Latitude, 20 degrees north of the Equator, forming a line from East to West from the shores of Africa towards the southern states of America.

March 6th 1867
Wednesday. Fine beautiful weather. 8 o'clock this morning saw a large Barque going in the same direction as ourselves. About 2 o'clock she came within signalising distance. She proved to be the Barque "Vencidora" bound from Chile home to Swansea. After the usual number of questions being asked and answered on both sides, we parted and about dusk we had quite lost sight of each other altogether.

March 7th 1867
Thursday. Saw another large full rigged ship this morning going in the opposite direction. Did not signalise.

March 8th 1867
Friday. Blowing a hard gale, ship knocking about terribly and shipping a deal of water over all, the wind moaning through her sails and making a very doleful noise - seeming to ask, "what do you here? And where are you going?" We meekly reply, "Home we are going. Please do not harm us!" Home! What know I of home? However, you may pass on.

March 9th 1867
Saturday. Blowing a hard gale with a heavy sea. Ship shipping a deal of water over all and knocking about terribly. No rest for one, go where you will. If you sit down you get tossed off your seat. You go to lie down and you are rolled off your bed. Everything in fact is on the move. I quite agree with the song:

Oh! What a row,
What a rumpus and a rioting,
All those endure, you may be sure
Who go to sea.
For a ship, she is a thing
That you never can be quiet in,
By wind or steam
it's all the same.
T'was so with me.

March 10th 1867
Sunday. Light winds with a heavy sea knocking the ship from side to side. 6 o'clock the noise and bustle ceases and we are going along with a splendid breeze, 10 knots. March 11th 1867
Monday. Dirty unsettled weather, first rain then sunshine then rain again. Neither one thing nor the other. Expect to be home again soon now. How are they all by this time, I wonder? I only fancy how glad they will be to see us.
March 12th 1867
Tuesday. About 10 o'clock this morning we spoke an outward bound vessel, the Barque "Athlena" from Cardiff, bound southward, which is the opposite direction to our own course. The two ships soon separated and in a very short time were out of sight of each other.

March 13th 1867
Wednesday. Hard gale with heavy squalls. Ship pitching heavily and shipping a deal of water.

March 14th 1867
Thursday. Saw another large vessel this morning outward bound called the "Isabella Dobson", bound west.

March 15th 1867
Friday. Unsteady squally weather attended with frequent showers of rain. Expect now to be home in a short time.

March 16th 1867
Saturday. Smart breeze, cloudy weather. All the crew employed painting the ship so that she may be in nice order to make her appearance in Liverpool again.

March 17th 1867
Sunday. Hard squalls from the N.W. increasing to a gale. At 6 a.m. struck with a heavy sea and started the port main sail.

March 18th 1867
Monday. Fearful gale with terrific squalls and heavy sea running. Ship hove to under close reefed topsails, labouring very heavy and shipping heavy seas frequently. Afternoon blowing a perfect hurricane. Both topsails blown away from the yards in fragments. Shipped a heavy sea that started the Long Boat and spare spars, and actually ripping the tarpaulins off from the hatches. Parted several new lanyards from the lower rigging and loosened the wedges of the Main Mast.

March 19th 1867
Tuesday. Hard gale with heavy sea. Ship labouring heavily and shipping seas frequently. Both the ship's pumps choked up.
March 20th 1867
Wednesday. More moderate today. All possible sail set by the wind. Saw another Brig but did not signalise, being too stormy.

March 21st 1867
Thursday. Strong breeze with passing rain squalls.

March 22nd 1867
Friday. Hard gale accompanied with heavy squalls. Crew employed clearing the pumps of grain.

March 23rd 1867
Saturday. Hard gale with very heavy squalls. Ship rolling dreadfully. 8 o'clock we have heavy showers of rain, accompanied with thunder and lightening.

March 24th 1867
Sunday. Fine beautiful day and smart breeze. Expect, if all be wee. To be at home this day week. Hope to see Cape Char and the Irish coast tomorrow.

March 25th 1867
Monday. (This is left blank and the Diary ends here).

Editor's Note: Below this last entry the following pencilled notes appear in another hand:
1866
"Left Valparaiso December 26th 5 days
1867 January 31 days February 28 days March 31 days 95 days

"(Diary only up to March 24th but expected to arrive Liverpool "this day week" -March 31st)."
1866 "Left Liverpool July 8th 23 days August 31 days September 30 days October 31 days November 30 days December 31 days
1867
January 31 days February 28 days March 31 days Round Voyage 266 days

Editor: The remaining pages of the book are blank with the exception of the following piece of verse, photocopied from the original. ( My photocopy was very hard to read and so I have typed it in).

Venture.

Venture, though the path be rugged,
Venture, though the sea be rough.
Onward, upward, be our motto, We can
never do enough. Venture in the path
of duty, Fear not, shrink not, in its
causes. Nobly brave the idle censure,
Of the world's unequal laws. Venture
in the paths of virtue, Higher rise
from day to day. Treat at first
although you may be, Strength you'll
gain upon the way. Venture, though
the world's against you,

Break the fetters of its chains. Write
your name on freedom's banner, Glory
waits you for your pains.

END

1 THE POWER FAMILY

1.1 NORMAN ATHOL POWER - 1919