SATURDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—less. Sea—less. Ship’s Run—1.
Remarks:
Barometer going up. My rheumatism is much better. The clouds seem to be breaking. I believe it will clear. I’m so used to this rain I almost hate to see it stop.—One night more and we’ll be able to sit on deck.—I had everybody guessing at the supper table. I asked them where Moses is going to be when the light goes out. The officers and their wives are trying to guess.—I made a muffler for the fog-horn today. Now, let it fog.—Took my bath.
SUNDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—dying. Sea—calm. Ship’s Run—3.
Remarks:
Fortieth day out. Rain almost over.—Services this a.m. Ham went to sleep during the sermon.—This afternoon I sat around talking to the girls. They love to hear me tell how I captured the animals. Today I told them about lassoing the Wild West buffaloes.—Had to get the trunks out of the hold. Mrs. Noah wanted her parasol.—Everybody more cheerful.—Had the harpactocaicinus punctulatus out for an airing. Something must be wrong with them. They only walked sideways. Looked them up in the encyclopedia and found they were nothing but common crabs.—Nobody has guessed my riddle.—Mrs. Noah quit kicking about her corns. Now, I know it will stop raining.—Well, the old Dreadnought weathered the rain all right.
MONDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—fine. Wind—stopped. Sea—blue. Ship’s Run—5.
Remarks:
Punctually at one second after eight bells—midnight—the rain ceased.—The day dawned bright and clear.—Deck was covered with wash all morning. My, but the sun felt good!—Curried the rust off the two donkey engines.—The ladies began using their kodaks this afternoon. I had to pose for my picture.—After supper we all promenaded the promenade deck. It was clear tonight so we used the searchlight. Much interesting débris about. It is dangerous to navigation.—Everything smells so nice after the shower.—Shem says he can’t quite tell where we are by the stars, but he thinks we are south of the dipper.—Started painting the ship.—Nobody has guessed my riddle.
TUESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—clear. Wind—balmy. Sea—fine. Ship’s Run—5.
Remarks:
The ladies spent the morning ironing.—I rigged up the deck shuffleboard and practised. The list of the ship makes the game interesting.—I find my umbrella comes in handy to keep off the sun.—The girls are now afraid they will be tanned.—Sat in steamer chair most of the afternoon. Tonight, Shem, Ham, Japheth, and their wives are sitting on deck and singing old songs. I won’t be able to get asleep. I wonder if they think this is a Cook’s tour?—Had to tell the answer to my joke. I thought Shem would die laughing. The dear boy does enjoy humour.—We are trying to see who can walk around the deck the greatest number of times.—My nose is beginning to peel.—My, this weather is glorious!
WEDNESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—clear. Wind—same. Sea—delightful. Ship’s Run—5.