SCHOONER CHANCE 3 



Going over the shoals, the weather was delightful, flat as a table, 

 calm, warm, and a moon. Terry keeps wondering why we brought 

 the sails. So far they have been a great nuisance. 



Position Crossing the Qulf of Maine 

 Monday, July $th ^ Weather Clear 



Wind Calm to strong southerly 



A MOST discouraging day as far as wind goes but wonderful 

 weather. All morning light easterly breezes played around on a 

 beautiful flat sea. The sun was warm and the sky blue. We sat 

 around the deck reading, sleeping. Bart, who is now named the 

 "Sun God," burnt himself lobster red. The monotony of barging 

 along under power was only broken twice when Bob insisted on 

 stopping the engine to oil it. 



In the afternoon somebody thought of the black-fish we might see 

 tomorrow and for a while everybody was busy sharpening harpoons 

 and thinking of the best means of capturing one of the beasts. The 

 irons Dr. Bigelow gave us seem pretty formidable. 



About five o'clock a light SE wind sprang up and we were able to 

 stop the motor and slide quietly along under all sail. After supper 

 the wind picked up a bit and we were soon making four knots. 



John felt a bit sick after supper so we split up his watch among 

 Terry, Woody and Knowlton. About two o'clock the peak had 

 another tremendous celebration. Several more fire-crackers went off 

 in people's bunks and a railroad flare was stuck into the table by 

 Terry. This seemed to have upset Bob as he soon began to crawl in 

 his sleep right into John's bunk. It is reported that Terry slept the 

 rest of the night with another flare in his hand all ready to light 

 should anyone molest him. 



By four o'clock we were making a good seven knots in smooth 

 water. 



