LOG Third Day
The morning opened clear and extra dry. Big head winds. The Mate tried to take the Sun, but the sky was cloudy, so he took the Tribune.
Barometer extra brut. Wind S. W. and scorching.
The saloon sounds like a dog-show. Everybody has a dry, hacking cough.
The Steward, assisted by the Ship’s Valet, dusted off the tongues of the passengers and sprayed them with Blisterine. They were very [54] ]grateful, and a collection has been taken up to purchase a loving-cup for him.