CRUISE OF 1938 



miles. We had taken this punishment for seventeen hours before we cast 

 anchor in Lookout Bight. All effort, all motion, all sound suddenly sub- 

 sided. The feeling was nearest to perfect peace that I have ever known. 

 We sat in silence, ate sandwiches, and drank coffee. We had one thought 

 in common. Buckaroo is a seaworthy little ship; beyond that the mind 

 ceased to function. Little did we know that there had been cause for great 

 worry. "Ignorance is bhss" as we discovered during an overhaul the fol- 

 lowing winter. 



Next day, the wind still blowing a gale from the North, as reported by 

 the Coast Guard, we decided to avail ourselves of the inland waterway to 

 Norfolk. And here ends any matter of interest for the remainder of the 

 cruise. 



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