Carrie Fellman



WEST WIND DRIFT

By George Barr McCutcheon






WEST WIND DRIFT





On a bright, still morning in October, the Doraine sailed from a
South American port and turned her glistening nose to the northeast.
All told, there were some seven hundred and fifty souls on board;
and there were stores that filled her holds from end to end,--grain,
foodstuffs, metals, chemicals, rubber and certain sinister things
of war. Her passenger list contained the names of men who had
achieved distinction in world affairs,--in finance, in business,
in diplomacy, in war, besides that less subtle pursuit, adventure:
men from both hemispheres, from all continents. It was a cosmopolitan
company that sailed out to sea that placid day, bound for a port
six thousand miles away.