16th—Amerikey is away beyond.
Not even a speck of San Francisco in sight yet!
I amused myself thinking what would happen if I never returned home.
Marriage with a ’Merican, wealthy and comely?
I had well-nigh decided that I would not cross such an ocean again by ship. I would wait patiently until a trans-Pacific railroad is erected.
I was basking in the sun.
I fancied the “Belgic” navigating a wrong track.
What then?
Was I approaching lantern-eyed demons or howling cannibals?
“Iya, iya, no! I will proudly land on the historical island of Lotos Eaters.” I said.