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= Also, chugging along at 5 to 7 miles per hour, what did one do to pass the time away? Every morning the deck watchman and I would take down the running lights and all the lanterns hanging from the ceilings in the cabins and gangways. I cleaned the globes; he trimmed the wicks, and refilled the lanterns with kero- sene. Then at times I would help the fireman by taking the wheelbarrow, putting in soft coal on deck and wheel it into the coal bunkers. So with all those memories, and being an old wooden steamer, I said, "All right, Captain, I'll sail with you." AMAZONAS was now known as the RICHLAND QUEEN. she left Tonawanda. She looked neat and clean. I got squared away and later had supper and took the wheel at 6:15 p.m. We were leaving Buffalo Harbor on into Lake Erie heading for Toledo for the first load of "Overland" autos for delivery to Chicago. I came aboard on the afternoon When I got off watch at midnight, the mate and I went aft for lunch and coffee While on the fantail talking, I thought I heard the sound of motors running. I asked, and was told, "You know that boat is very old and you just can't cork the seams to be effective, so there are two pumps running continuously; they are doing a good job. It's nothing to worry about!" Well, that was one incident I found that wasn't favorable. RICHLAND QUEEN Young Photo Wood bulk freighter (US. 107348) built in 1898 at W. Bay City, Michigan by James Davidson (Hull #87) as a) AMAZONAS: 295.0 x 44.0 x 21.0; 2,228 gross tons. Renamed b) RICHLAND QUEEN in 1916. Renamed c) PETCOL in 1923. Abandoned in 1930. We carried autos from Toledo, Detroit and Kenosha to Milwaukee, Chicago, Duluth and Buffalo chugging along 5 to 8 miles per hour depending on the way the wind was blowing. On my trips abord the Str. F. R. BUELL, I got to know about the young Indians coming out into the channel and seeing a lumber hooker chugging at 5 miles per hour. They could come close, ask for someone to take their heaving line, and tow them up the St. Clair River to its entrance from Lake Huron. Then they would free his line and with a wave from him he would start floating back down the river in the strong current fishing and enjoying it all back to his starting point. Now, many years later, we were chugging along near the entrance to St. Clair River. mate and I were just coming off watch. By gosh, there was an Indian, with his heaving line in hand, asking for a ride to Lake Huron. We motioned 0.K., took his line, hurried it aft, and tied it to a stanchion. For some reason, the mate took a picture of him being towed. Now, after quite a number of years, I can tell the story with proof of the free ride for Indians. The -2-