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The Tigris Expedition
                 distinct smell of jungle. A warm, spicy, botanical aroma of a
                 tropical rain forest was wafted into our nostrils, from India far
                 beyond the horizon. What was more amazing, the wind had
                  brought a rain of insects across the sea. Several beetles, ants, a few
                  big moths, a dragon-fly and some fair-sized spiders came down
                  from the sky to join our old company of grasshoppers who for
                  some time had been silenced by the storm. Seven sharks had taken
                  to our sides in the rough weather, and showed no sign of leaving.
                  The side-on rolling to the sea without sail was terrific after the
                  storm. I timed it; two and a half seconds between each violent jerk,
                  when it felt as if we dropped brutally down into a deep trench. The
                  step-ladder in the empty mast looked like a naked skeleton against
                  the grey morning sky. It was hard to keep balance around the
                  breakfast table. We praised the presence of the mouse as the food
                  that spilled during meals was not easily swept up from between the
                  thousand berdi stalks beneath us. The stowaway crabs, too, were
                  growing in size and number and helped keep the ship clean,
 I                continental bacteria. Soaked by seas and chilled by rain and storm,
                  operating like tooth-picks between the reeds.
                    Clearly we had not yet had time to rid ourselves completely of all
                  four men caught colds and were confined to quarters by Yuri, who
                  said that they all ran temperatures.
                    We hoisted the mainsail to the foot of the broken topmast and
                  succeeded in maintaining a fairly even southerly course, although
                  the north-east monsoon never showed up. The wind varied between
                  ese and sw, and at times we had to fall off and turn all about to fill the
                  sail from the opposite quarter and then continue our interrupted
                  course. We were masters of our progress. We could have done
                  better with more oar-blades or lee-boards in the water, but we were
                  indeed no drift voyagers. We held our own in contrary wind, and
                  even managed to force Tigris some few degrees against the wind
                  direction. The best we managed, according to Norman’s observa­
                  tions, was to advance 80° into the wind. We tested broad tables and
                  rowing-oars lashed to the side bundles as lee-boards, and we tested
                  similar boards lowered as centre-boards orguara in the open slots
                  between the twin bundles fore and aft. Any such addition to the
                  under-water keel-effect already provided by the large rudder-oars
                  and by the longitudinal groove between the twin bundles helped
                  reduce leeway. An interplay of guara fore and aft had an immediate
                  effect on the course, but although of paramount importance for
                  manoeuvring South American balsa rafts, and probably even South
                  American reed-boats, the big rudder-oars sufficed for guiding our

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