WEDNESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—high. Sea—disturbed. Ship’s Run—½.
Remarks:
Greatly disappointed at breakfast. My day for the egg, but the hen didn’t lay one.—The male whale has a bad attack of eczema. I must be careful of that fish. I have to save him for Jonah.—My steamer rug is almost worn out.—Ouch! I just killed a mosquito. I don’t mind their singing, but I can’t get used to their bites.—One of my back teeth began to ache.
THURSDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—same. Sea—same. Ship’s Run—same.
Remarks:
An all-day rain.—I can’t get along with Mrs. Ham. About all she can do is sit around and try to look pretty. She can’t even do that very well. Her family thought Ham married her for her money. Some women are so useless. Mrs. Shem and Mrs. Japheth are so different. They are sympathetic and love the cargo. They seem to realize I have done quite a favour in bringing them along. It does my heart good to see Mrs. Shem pet those pigs. She would make a dandy snake-charmer. That Ham woman only plays with the French poodle and the pomeranian. Today she refused to feed the mosquitoes. She said they make lumps on her arms.
FRIDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—hot. Sea—peaceful. Ship’s Run—3.
Remarks:
Set the sun-dial ahead half an hour. Have to do that every day to keep up with the run of the ship.—The giraffe has a cold in his throat. Mrs. Noah took all my red flannels and forty pounds of bacon to make a bandage.—I get all muddled up when I try to figure where we are. The first officer thinks we are off the coast of Egypt. That’s where they are going to build the pyramids. I guess we are sailing along the African coast. Keeping a sharp lookout for pirates.—The women folks are always asking me when it will stop raining. They say nobody will believe they have been away unless they are sunburned.
