Chapter 11: The Pathfinders

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌⁠In the late afternoon of the second day our flotilla reached the Elbe at Brunsbüttel and ranged up in the inner basin, while a big liner, whimpering like a fretful baby, was tenderly nursed into the lock. During the delay Davies left me in charge, and bolted off with an oil-can and a milk-jug. An official in uniform was passing along the quay from vessel to vessel countersigning papers. I went up