The heavy coils of smoke from the _Ellenora's_ funnel unrolled in the sky, the bridge shook with the quivering of the struggling steam; we were on board, and owners for the time of two berths, one over the other, in the only saloon cabin on board.
Los penachos de humo del Ellenora se elevaban en la atmósfera; su cubierta retemblaba bajo los estertores de la caldera; estábamos a bordo, instalados en dos literas colocadas en la única cámara que poseía el vapor.