Post by KG on Jan 31, 2009 23:36:27 GMT
A LETTER FROM JIM:
S.S. Harcalo,
At Sea,
28th April 1937.
Dear T.E.N.
Further to attached letter I thought I would let you know that knowing how impatient youth is, especially when taking up a hobby I decided last evening to hunt around the decks to see if I could find a few specimens for you straight away. We were only a couple of days out and just off the coast so \I knew that I should have a fair chance of picking up a few. Insects aboard a ship, as soon as she is at sea, seek shelter from the wind, and they generally are to be found under the steam pipes which run along the decks close to the hatches.
Accordingly I obtained a glass jam jar, a pair of pincers, and as I have no personal liking for these insects or any crawly thing unless I do the introducing, I also took with me, as protection, a hammer.
In the dog watch last night then, I sallied forth on my first expedition, and getting on deck I was soon on my hands and knees looking under the steam pipes. I was very agree-ably surprised to find quite a few insects but I had a job to catch any. I did not like to pick them up with my fingers so I had a small piece of paper with which I tried to pick them up. Some were too quick for me,
"nimble" is how I would describe them, and some were so horrible looking and ferocious that after trying in vain to catch them between the paper, and my natural timidity getting the better of me I would swot them…with the hammer, they dodged and it took several blows sometimes before I got them on the spot.
I had told no one of my intentions when I went on deck and I had paid no attention to anyone in my enthusiasm, but happening to look up, I noticed that half the crew had gathered in a little crowd and were watching me closely. Some of them I noticed were armed with large hammers and one had a length of rope. However I was too busy to pay any heed to them as I had now succeeded in obtaining a few small insects.
It suddenly occurred to me that the galley being a warm and sheltered spot, would be a likely hunting ground, and the time now getting on, I hurried to the galley muttering "Won't T.E.N. be pleased with these". As I rushed in one door of the galley I noticed the cook dash out of the other door carrying all his long knives and choppers, so I sung out "Cookie, can I look" but he was gone, so I hurried after him to find out what was the matter. Away he went along the deck like hell, so I naturally thought he had burnt himself and was rushing to the Steward for treatment. I am keen on first aid myself so I dashed along to give the Steward a hand and unfortunately dropped the bottle in my haste, and there I was, rushing along the deck when suddenly a sack was thrown over my head and my arms pinioned.
Bless my soul, the crew had thought that the heat had effected me, and intended putting me in a straight jacket!. I lost all the specimens but one, but I will never forget the cook dashing along the deck with every hair on his head on end, and that is the end of my first expedition. One bugs the bag, and he, I think it a he by the way it kicked, is shaped exactly like a shield, about half inch in length, and is an olive green in colour.
It is now trying to bite its way out of a tobacco tin, but I have a 7 lb weight on the lid. I am taking no chances with things like that in my room, and so near to my bunk, oh no!
Jim Luen
The cook is bald!
We are not aware of the recipient T. E. N.
ANY INFO ON : S.S. Harcalo WELCOMED......
S.S. Harcalo,
At Sea,
28th April 1937.
Dear T.E.N.
Further to attached letter I thought I would let you know that knowing how impatient youth is, especially when taking up a hobby I decided last evening to hunt around the decks to see if I could find a few specimens for you straight away. We were only a couple of days out and just off the coast so \I knew that I should have a fair chance of picking up a few. Insects aboard a ship, as soon as she is at sea, seek shelter from the wind, and they generally are to be found under the steam pipes which run along the decks close to the hatches.
Accordingly I obtained a glass jam jar, a pair of pincers, and as I have no personal liking for these insects or any crawly thing unless I do the introducing, I also took with me, as protection, a hammer.
In the dog watch last night then, I sallied forth on my first expedition, and getting on deck I was soon on my hands and knees looking under the steam pipes. I was very agree-ably surprised to find quite a few insects but I had a job to catch any. I did not like to pick them up with my fingers so I had a small piece of paper with which I tried to pick them up. Some were too quick for me,
"nimble" is how I would describe them, and some were so horrible looking and ferocious that after trying in vain to catch them between the paper, and my natural timidity getting the better of me I would swot them…with the hammer, they dodged and it took several blows sometimes before I got them on the spot.
I had told no one of my intentions when I went on deck and I had paid no attention to anyone in my enthusiasm, but happening to look up, I noticed that half the crew had gathered in a little crowd and were watching me closely. Some of them I noticed were armed with large hammers and one had a length of rope. However I was too busy to pay any heed to them as I had now succeeded in obtaining a few small insects.
It suddenly occurred to me that the galley being a warm and sheltered spot, would be a likely hunting ground, and the time now getting on, I hurried to the galley muttering "Won't T.E.N. be pleased with these". As I rushed in one door of the galley I noticed the cook dash out of the other door carrying all his long knives and choppers, so I sung out "Cookie, can I look" but he was gone, so I hurried after him to find out what was the matter. Away he went along the deck like hell, so I naturally thought he had burnt himself and was rushing to the Steward for treatment. I am keen on first aid myself so I dashed along to give the Steward a hand and unfortunately dropped the bottle in my haste, and there I was, rushing along the deck when suddenly a sack was thrown over my head and my arms pinioned.
Bless my soul, the crew had thought that the heat had effected me, and intended putting me in a straight jacket!. I lost all the specimens but one, but I will never forget the cook dashing along the deck with every hair on his head on end, and that is the end of my first expedition. One bugs the bag, and he, I think it a he by the way it kicked, is shaped exactly like a shield, about half inch in length, and is an olive green in colour.
It is now trying to bite its way out of a tobacco tin, but I have a 7 lb weight on the lid. I am taking no chances with things like that in my room, and so near to my bunk, oh no!
Jim Luen
The cook is bald!
We are not aware of the recipient T. E. N.
ANY INFO ON : S.S. Harcalo WELCOMED......