The corporal thinks we look suspicious, for some reason best known to himself, and considers it necessary to search us for 'stodge,' which it is against rules to bring on board. We are redolent of tobacco, of course, which does not escape his olfactory sense, but he has no proof against us, and has to let us go. Sold again! We go on the sleeping deck to shift, and after muster march to the messroom for tea. Then preparation, and half an hour to ourselves till prayers. No 'fours' to-night, and I feel quite ready to turn into my hammock when the time comes. There is a slip on my hammock! I feel it going! I try to turn out, but am too late. I clutch wildly at Jones's hammock. Bump! We are both down, and the other fellows in great delight at the tableau. It turns out to have been a trick of Jones's; so he has been well punished. Calm once more restored. After a little conversation, I am once more in the land of dreams. On board H.M.S. _Britannia_ one day is very much like another, which, though somewhat monotonous, has the advantage (if it be one) of making time fly fast. The studies are varied by seamanship, including signalling by semaphore, flag, and Morse systems; working anchors and cables, learnt by a model on wheels, which is kept on the middle deck; knots and splices; working sailing cutters; the steam picket boat, and other such oily delights. To-day, however, we have mathematics all the morning, from nine o'clock until midday, with an interval at 10.30 for receiving our weekly pocket money, consisting of the noble sum of one shilling, which the third and fourth terms are entitled to receive also on Wednesdays, if their parents see fit. Next Monday being a whole holiday, however, the chaps who are lucky enough to have friends in the neighbourhood, and are going on leave to them until Monday, get extra pocket money, which may not exceed five shillings, added to their railway fare. Having no friend to invite me, I have arranged to go up the river to Totnes in a blue boat with some other fellows, and we are to receive our extra pocket money on Monday morning. We fall in according to our terms and march round to the half deck, the fourth term leading, the others following in order. Dinner hour on 'halves' is twelve o'clock, and it follows, therefore, that we are famishing by the time our evening meal is ready, which is not until seven o'clock. The consequence is that a great deal of money finds its way into the stodge shop, and our pocket money is exhausted at a rapid rate. All the better for old 'Stodger,' and for Dawe, whose shop is open on half-holidays only. The cadets going on leave took their departure before dinner, rowing ashore to the platform abreast of the _Britannia_, where trains stop by special order.