6.45 P. M.—The Mate took soundings, and reported no bottom. The Captain announced that, from the depth of water, we must be nearing Wall Street. The Mate was ordered to ring for a messenger-boy and send him after a pilot.
8 P. M.—The Mate boxed the [85] ]compass and the compass won on points.
The Committee on Jonah have been through the vessel like a pack of ferrets, and report that the Jonah can be no other than Moxie Matzoon, alias Moxie Grandpa. The report of the Committee was accepted and ordered inscribed on the records. A special copy, engrossed on parchment, will be sent to the Hon. Bromo S. Emerson, of Baltimore.
Very dull in the smoking-room to-night. Nothing doing but a game [86] ]of tiddlywinks on the O. P. side. Roderick Dhuar, a reformed Scotch barkeep, enlivened the hours by playing “Comin’ Through the Rye,” with variations, on the cash register. When he finished he found he owed the Steward $22.30. He gave his I O U.
Shortly after midnight the lookout reported a strange light on the port bow. It turned out to be an electric advertisement, reading,
WHEN ALL IN AND SPEECHLESS,
MAKE SIGNS FOR BRICKTOP RYE