68 THE LOG OF THE 



There was nothing to do aboard the schooner but read. All the 

 rigging has been gone over and as much stuff stowed in the hold as 

 we have room for. I have been reading Woody 's Geology book and 

 find it most interesting. When I get back I must look into it a bit 

 more carefully as he leaves the reasons for some of his theories a bit 

 in the dark. 



The afternoon was passed just about the same. Towards supper 

 time we began to play bridge and Oily and I managed to clean up a 

 picked team from the peak which was particularly gratifying as they 

 have been pretty loud in praise of their brand of playing. 



We broke out some wine after supper and it produced a several 

 hour talk on the peculiarities of our respective families. Drunken 

 uncles were the most numerous. A surprising number of cousins are 

 married to chorus girls. 



Writing and gun-cleaning passed the remainder of the time be- 

 fore bed. Jack was the first to notice the change in the weather about 

 nine o'clock and we all rushed on deck and were much pleased to see 

 that the fog had practically disappeared. Each one went to bed 

 swearing to be the first one awake in the morning (the alarm having 

 been used in the construction of the current-meter). Somehow we all 

 overslept as it was after five before 1 got up. I tried my usual method 

 of waking up the peak, that is pumping on the windlass. As usual 

 Bart and Terry came up together, the first because he wears nothing, 

 and the second because he takes off nothing. The "engineer" fol- 

 lowed shortly, while little Johnny struggled up rubbing his eyes and 

 struggling with his great pants which cover his chest when in place. 

 Jordan made a great show of yelling that someone had taken his 

 boots and strangely they had. 



