MONDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—no wind. Sea—all right again. Ship’s Run—3. Wireless Report—Peach and potato crops ruined.
Remarks:
Rained harder than usual.—The elephant’s tusk was much better this morning.—There’s a funny piece of mechanism on the bridge. It has N. S. E. W. printed on it. Shem and Ham say it’s a game. They spin a needle and guess where it will stop. Shem always puts his money on the letter N and wins. They wouldn’t let me play the N. I believe Shem is a capper.—This weather looks like a real flood.—I feel a little better today.
TUESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—none. Sea—none. Ship’s Run—3. Wireless Report—C. Q. D. Mesopotamia.
Remarks:
Mrs. Noah is again complaining. She says the weather takes the waves out of her marcels. I suppose on the forty-first day she will find fault with the sunshine.—The camels took a drink four days ago, and haven’t touched a drop since.—Shem and Ham let me play the N today. I lost two more shekels. I think that machine is possessed.—According to the almanac we should be having fine weather.
WEDNESDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—moderate. Sea—reposed. Ship’s Run—4¼. Wireless Report—none today.
Remarks:
Mrs. Noah is becoming attached to the diplodocus carnegiei. The two are together a great deal.—I played that machine again today. Lost! Just before I quit, I saw Shem hold a horseshoe where he wanted the needle to stop. When I caught him, he said it was only for good luck. I see through that game now. I’ll catch them tomorrow.—I’m all the time forgetting on which side of the ship the red lights belong. I can’t see the use of making my Ark look like a drug store.— Weather Forecast—continued rain.
THURSDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—south. Sea—same as usual. Rainfall—six inches. Ship’s Run—2.
Remarks:
This morning I took a shoe off the mare. Put ten shekels on the letter W. Held my good-luck shoe at the letter. Shem held his at E. Shem won. I’m not going to play that game any more.—Guess the camels must be sick. They will not drink.—Don’t see land anywhere. The thousand-leggers haven’t their sea legs as yet.
