Remarks:
The typhoid fever germs are looking thin. I don’t know who to feed them on. Sometimes I think it would be a good idea to throw them overboard, but I’m too tender-hearted.—My raincoat leaks. Caught a bad cold. Mrs. Noah made a mustard foot-bath for me tonight. Drank two goblets of sassafras tea. Mrs. Ham tried to give me some patent medicine. No sir, I’ll stick to the old-fashioned remedies every time. The Ark is a bad place for a rheumatic.—Caught Ham making hieroglyphics of me today.
“Never saw such rain”
THURSDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—terrible. Sea—wild. Ship’s Run—minus 19.
Remarks:
I stood on the bridge eighteen hours during a storm. Never saw such waves. Some were as high as the Tower of Babel is going to be. A few broke into the funnels. Ham was flooded out of the engine room. We used racks on the table, and had trouble with the soup. The hippo rolled over one of the mice and nearly squashed it. The animals got all mixed up. The lightning turned the condensed milk sour. Mrs. Shem says she will be able to make cheese out of it. Had to throw the library overboard to save the ship. I saved the almanac, Æsop’s animal book, the dictionary, and the Everyman’s Encyclopedia. The sea is quieting now. I’m dead tired. Now to bed.—I wonder where mother-in-law is tonight?
“Had to throw the library overboard to save the ship”
FRIDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—less. Sea—less. Ship’s Run—1.
Remarks:
While making an inspection of the fowls of the air, I heard someone talking. Thought it was a stowaway until I found two Irish-green birds with Hebraic beaks and the voice of a man. They are the most wonderful birds I ever saw. One of them hollered “hello,” and the other says something about a cracker. I’m going to make friends with them. Took them to my stateroom. They eat sunflower seed and climb with their faces.
SATURDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—from astern. Sea—quiet. Ship’s Run—resumed normal speed.