“I’m not going to play that game any more”
FRIDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—steady. Sea—same as yesterday. Ship’s Run—1. Wireless Report—none.
Remarks:
The weather still has it in for us.—I found Shem’s good-luck horseshoe. It’s a magnet. The scoundrel!—Spent the morning reading up on animals. Wish I knew as much about them as Mr. Æsop.—Japheth says the peanut-eating varieties have consumed 477,392 nuts.—Nearly had a sad disaster today.—One of the bullfrogs jumped overboard. We lowered the lifeboat, and rescued him after a chase.—The water spaniels seem to enjoy this weather.—The women folks have organized some kind of an “anti” society.—The food on board is extraordinary. The salt air seems to have benefited my appetite. Still, Mrs. Noah never could cook like mother.
SATURDAY. Course—straight ahead. Weather—rain. Wind—straight ahead. Rainfall—5½ inches. Ship’s Run—4. Sea—much deeper.
Remarks:
Did not sleep well last night. The rain on the roof keeps me awake.—Mrs. Noah went about the Ark pinning up “No smoking” signs.—All at sea about our course. If the world is round we are all right. If it’s flat we may topple off the edge. We ancients are greatly handicapped. Wish Columbus had lived before my time. Japheth and I spent the whole morning trying to figure where we are. His calculations make us sailing south of the Dead Sea. Mine show we are over Sheba. I’m right because I’m the captain.—The camels still won’t drink.—Had to scold Ham for trying to steal the fish-worms. I’ll bet he wanted to go fishing tomorrow.—Took my bath.
“Spent the morning reading up on animals”