Remarks:
Made inventory of cargo. All present. It’s a grand sight to see them all lined up. It’s a wonder I can remember all their names. I do get mixed on the Latin pronunciation occasionally, but the family never notice it. Anyway, I can’t see the use of giving a fly such a high-faluting name as “musca domestica.”—The women folks make a lot of fuss over the peacocks. They’re too fancy for me. I like something plain like a hippopotamus.—It might be a good plan to catalogue these animals while I have them all together. But I’m not a zoölogist. I’m a shipbuilder and navigator.—My day to eat the egg.—Slipped Mrs. Noah’s muff into the moths’ den. It ought to make good pasture for them.—Took my bath.
SUNDAY. Wireless Report—Do your Christmas shopping early.
Remarks:
Services.—We’re over India. It’s a shame we are so close to these interesting places and can’t see them.—Shem says we are nearer the horizon today than any time on the cruise.—Ham can’t see any use in hanging up the red and green lights at night. As long as I’m captain I’m going to run the Ark according to the rules. Who ever heard of an Ark at sea without lights?—No ice-cream for dinner today. The freezer is broken.—Mrs. Noah found her muff. She was furious.
MONDAY.
Remarks:
Can’t understand two little birds among my specimens. They roost in the top of the clock. Every once in awhile they come out and holler “coo-coo.” I have tried everything to make them eat. They don’t like bird-seed. Now, I’m tempting them with worms.—Took Mrs. Noah’s boa to the moths’ den. I was caught. She won’t talk to me now. That woman is heartless. She wouldn’t care if the dear animals starved to death. I’ll have to feed them blotting paper.—Repaired the freezer.
Remarks:
We can’t keep the fox terrier away from talking machine.
