“Can’t remember when it has rained so hard”
SUNDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—higher. Sea—higher. Ship’s Run—1. Wireless Report—Ephesus C. Q. D.’d. So did Tyre.
Remarks:
I never saw such a rain. It simply poured all day.—No ministers aboard so I had to conduct the services in the saloon this morning. Took as my text—Genesis 7:7. Mrs. Shem played the harpsichord. No collection.—Sea just a little rougher this afternoon.—Have had a time keeping Ham in the engine room. He’s lazy. He would rather fish than work. Ham’s wife always sides with him. I’m afraid I’ll have trouble with her.—Hope we don’t run into any of those waterspouts I’ve read about.—Cargo still quiet. Hope none of those submarines attack us.
MONDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—N. E. Sea—a bit choppy. Ship’s Run—½. Wireless Report—S. O. S. Chaldea.
Remarks:
Women folks kicked to beat the band. It was too wet to hang out the wash. I told them to bring enough lingerie to last forty days. I always thought women’s clothes were too complicated anyway.—Made an inspection of the staterooms. Everything O. K. and sanitary. Some of the animals are a little crowded, but I can’t help that when each mammoth takes two staterooms.—The Shetland ponies need exercise, but it keeps on raining.—Mrs. Noah is still complaining. She can’t stand the motion of the ship, and now she says the thought of the French poodles being bunked with the rhino is horrible.—Real estate getting scarce.—Had the auto tires thrown overboard. I couldn’t see any use for them.
TUESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—same. Sea—choppier. Ship’s Run—same. Wireless Report—Record high water in Babylon. Stores flooded. Boats in streets.
Remarks:
That bunk of mine is made of concrete.—I’m a little shaky today. Appetite all gone. Meals don’t taste good. Felt better on deck. I’ve never been seasick in my life. I wonder if this is it?—I’ll be all right tomorrow.
WEDNESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—stronger. Sea—pretty rough. Ship’s Run—¼. Wireless Report—C. Q. D. Bagdad.
Remarks:
Rain and a little rougher. Never had such strange sensations. I excused myself from the dinner table. I don’t think it’s the motion of the boat, but the smell of the cooking and the vibration. I like to keep perfectly quiet in my steamer chair and have plenty of air.—Mrs. Japheth brought me a sardine sandwich this afternoon. That was sinful.—Only stuck my head in the dining-room door at supper time. I’d like to be on dry land just now. Mrs. Noah is a nuisance. She wants to know what she can do for me. Why can’t people let me alone in these critical times? Wonder if I am seasick?—I’ll be all right tomorrow.