When dressed, I go and fall in for my punishment drill; but for this I should be in the cricket field. There are twenty other chaps in the same box as myself; poles are served out to us, and for a whole hour of this blessed afternoon we have to do a variety of exercises, and double round the drill ground. It is frightfully hot work, and I am glad when it is over, and I can go up to the field and get refreshments at Stodger's. A game of cricket is going on; other chaps are practising at the nets; and some of the officers are playing, too, at the first eleven nets. I find one of the tennis courts empty, and get a game with three other fellows who have been doing drill with me. After two sets I go on board again, and, shifting out of flannels, go down to the messroom and finish my story in the _Strand_. I have time to read another before muster, after which we march into the messroom for tea. To-night we get cold meat, cake, bread and butter, and tea or cocoa _ad lib_. An hour's preparation follows, and there is time for a quarter of an hour's dancing before the band stops. F. and I indulge in a wild _pas de quatre_, and have another quarter of an hour to ourselves before prayers, which take place at 9.15 in the messroom; and now, instead of turning comfortably into my hammock, I have to do my fours--viz. to stand for an hour on the middle deck before undressing. It is precious dull work, as there are very few chaps at the same business to-night. After half an hour is up, I am the only one left. I can hear the fellows talking and laughing on the sleeping deck. I think of many things, but my thoughts grow confused, and I begin to yawn, and nearly fall asleep standing. At last the corporal tells me the hour is up, and I gladly go to my chest and undress and turn in. After all, there is nothing more comfortable than a hammock; and notwithstanding the snoring of Jones, which is not melodious, I soon fall asleep, with pleasant thoughts of to-morrow, for it promises to be fine, and I am going out for a cruise in the _Wave_. 6.30.--I am wide awake this morning, and the sun is streaming in through the port, so I know it is a fine day. I turn out with alacrity, and am not behindhand in dressing; besides, I have only to put on my flannels. Muster over, my class goes off to the _Wave_, with a couple of fourth term classes, for shifting the topgallant masts and yards. The _Wave_ is a barque of about 300 tons, with auxiliary steam power; full speed under steam, 4-1/2 knots. She is noted for her rolling propensities. However, as she is now in the harbour, just astern of the _Britannia_, she is as steady as a rock, or nearly so. [Illustration: FIRST TERM SLEEPING DECK ON BOARD THE "HINDOSTAN." _Photo: Smale & Son, Dartmouth._]