Excerpt from In the Land of the Filipino I knew nobody and nobody knew me, although, on going down to my stateroom, 1 met Mr. M., who, I learned, was to occupy the room with me. We made ourselves acquainted with each other, and then de cided to look around the boat while waiting for her to get under way. We found the ship to be quite as described in the company's descriptive pamphlet. Although, by comparing her tonnage with that of other ships on the Pacific, we knew the Doric was one of the smaller boats, yet to us, she seemed a great leviathan; for neither of us had ever been on any vessel larger than a steamer of the Great Lakes. There appeared to be nothing in any way lacking about the Doric except, perhaps, some indication of her intention to start her engines and to set out toward the ocean. We were becoming impatient. Finally, the last suit-case was stowed safely away in its owner's stateroom; the last rope binding our floating home to America was cast off' the last good by was called from the wharf; and the Doric, giving vent to one last screech from her powerful whistle, started on her southwesterly course toward those beautiful tropic isles, the Hawaiians, and toward their Americanized capital, Honolulu. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.