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TELESCOPE Page 159 feel hungry come back and help your - self," he said. The roar of machinery was still in full cry when we finished our snack. "Might as well see the engine room and the boilers," offered the Chief. These were located deep down in the after end of the ship. Navigating two steep sets of steps we reached the control panel where the third engineer was manipulating his throt - tle in response to the bell signals of the engine room telegraph. We inspected the banks of gauges, wat - ched the smooth, sinuous rhythm of the glistening rods, stooped low to enter the passageway in front of the boilers (the Charles Dick is now oil fired, having been converted from coal in 1947) and here, all the while, we were able to talk in nor- mal tones. There was sound here, but it was soft and muted by the three- story height of the room. Here ac- quaintanceship with the engineer, fireman and oiler on this shift was made. And by the time this visit was over, the Chief decreed it was time for another forage on the galley. Finally...I thought I had better get to bed so as to be up when we pulled in at Cleveland the next day. I felt more at ease making my way along the catwalk now for the third time. I turned in and actually slept. But at four in the morning the winch hauled in the anchor with an incredible rumbling and clanking right outside my open portholes. An increased lift to the stateroom curtains suggested we might be moving. Being used to the staccato of diesel and gas engines on smaller boats I could scarce believe we were under way, so quiet was it forward. I heard the rustle of water along the bows and actually crawled out of my bunk and stepped out on the deck to actually confirm it. We were un- der way all right but sc solidly silently that my doubts could be pardoned. Grubb's Reef lighted bell buoy slipped astern. Ahead the red light of the Southeast Shoal light- house blinked on and off. And, the length of the Pelee Passage was ablaze with a parade of lake boats lighted up like young cities. A full moon and a sky full of stars etched the panorama deep. I awakened again at seven. After shaving and dressing I ascended to the bridge deck and, gauging the wind direction, went round to the lee side and entered the wheelhouse. A mate, perched on a stool, was keeping a watchful vigil out of a window. A wheelsman was easing and catching the wheel to keep the red line of the compass over the de- gree of the course. To the east, Cleveland's water intake was showing up, to the west the bulk of highrise apartments began to show through the morning murk. When the high spire of Cleveland's distinctive skyscraper showed on the horizon I decided to go aft and have breakfast over with by the time we reached the harbor mouth. In the full light of morning ne- gotiating that catwalk was easy. I walked its entire length without on one accasion reaching for a guide- wire! Captain Leonard was seated in the first chair at the side of the first table. I sat down next to him. Poss- ibly I had usurped the first mate's place. When he came in he sat on my left. If I had taken his chair he did not mention it, and for the week I was aboard he always topk the third chair even if he preceded me to the table. The second mate sat on his left, and the third mate took the fifth chair. Across the table from the captain sat the chief en- gineer, and on his right the second, third and fourth engineers. At the next table, the wheelsmen, deckhands, oilers, pump men, and the boatswain sat in the order of their heirarchy. On a blackboard fastened to the forward bulkhead a chalk written menu was written out for each meal. A steward took our orders and re- turned in remarkably short order from the galley. The food of that first breakfast, and of all other