We sighted the _Jennie Harkness_, obviously American, at daylight right ahead in the S.E. trades; at noon we were alongside her, and our Foo-Foo band played “Yankee-Doodle” as we passed her. She had Jimmy Greens and water-sails, flying jib topsails and what not aloft, and we slid by her as if she was—well—sailing slowly, as she undoubtedly was, compared to our speed. We passed a large ship running the easting down. She was under upper topgallant sails, whilst we were under upper topsails with weather upper and lower stunsails set. The old ship was never driven; she did not need it, neither would she stand it. But she sailed rings round anything sighted. To sight a ship to windward and ahead, on a wind, was to ensure the tautening of the weather braces, an order to sail a bit finer and to see her passing ahead and to windward of that ship by the early afternoon. We did this with a four-master, the _Amazon_, and I bear a scar on my eyebrow to-day in memory of that ship—merely a small argument about her name. In the case of the _Jennie Harkness_, I was the “leadin’ ’and” of the Foo-Foo band and can picture the incident now in all its features. Captain H. R. Angel, who had previously commanded the _Glen Osmond_ and _Collingrove_, was the chief owner of the _Torrens_, and had a great say in her design; and after overlooking her building he took her from the stocks and commanded her for 15 voyages. Under him she was a wonderfully lucky ship and a great deal of the credit for her success undoubtedly belonged to Captain Angel. Her biggest run in the 24 hours was 336 miles; and her fastest speed through the water by the log was 14 knots. Her average for 15 outward passages under Captain Angel was 74 days from Plymouth to the Semaphore, Port Adelaide. Captain Angel always brought her into the St. Vincent’s Gulf _via_ the Backstairs Passage, east of Kangaroo Island, instead of through Investigators’ Straits. On the homeward passage he always took the Cape route, for the benefit of his passengers, calling in at Capetown, St. Helena and Ascension. To show the extraordinary way in which luck clung to the _Torrens_ as long as Captain H. R. Angel commanded her, I will give the following instance, given me by Captain Angel himself. On a certain homeward passage, the lamp oil ran short or was lost through some mismanagement. This caused Captain Angel to grow very anxious as the _Torrens_ approached the mouth of the English Channel, in whose narrow crowded waters lights are naturally of the utmost importance. But before soundings were reached a barrel was passed, floating on the water. Angel at once hove his ship to and lowered a boat, picked the barrel up and took it aboard—and, on being opened, it was found to contain oil.