8 A COLLECTING TRIP 
lighted to hear from you. Turned in at nine. Run 
today, 364 miles. 
October 4. 
Beautiful day, although getting rougher. Did not 
get up to breakfast. Went on deck about eleven and 
tried my very best to knit those pesky shells. Neither 
my English friend (Miss Edwards) nor I could make 
them come out. Are you sure that you gave me the 
directions correctly ? Do give them to me again and 
make out new ones while you yourself are knitting the 
shells. Make the directions very plain. Tom is still 
on the flat of his back. Had lunch with him in the 
state room. The head steward sent word in to us that 
he would cook anything we wanted; so in future I 
hope to live on game birds. Went on deck after 
lunch. Several of the English people asked me to join 
in their games with them, but I refused, being none 
too steady on my feet. Had dinner with Tom in the 
state room and turned in early. Run today, 367 
miles. 
October 6. 
Nasty day, rough, blowy and disagreeable. Had 
breakfast in bed. Went on deck at eleven and took 
‘‘Oliver Horne,’’ a very good novel which Prof. R. T. 
Jackson sent Tom, which I started. Two little birds, 
called red polls, flew on board and caused great excite- 
ment. Had lunch with Tom in the state room and 
had plover on toast, a special dish served us by the 
head steward, also hothouse grapes. Poor Tom covers 
his food with pepper and manages to keep it down. 
Went up on deck directly after lunch, and met a Dr. 
Ewert, a very prominent English nerve specialist. He 
found that I was related to the Bowditches and so I 
