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given a cigarette. I really believe that anybody on hearing us talk 

 would think us crazy. Every other word is one which has been 

 coined in the last three months. All the old Newfoundland favorites 

 are used constantly, "My dear man," "wonderful," "druv," 

 "Look out of the way o' we." 



I Position Anchor at Boston 

 Monday, September 20th < Weather Mostly fog 



I Wind Light southerly 



I OVERSLEPT and on getting up met with the rolled oats and 

 scrambled eggs which Jack had so kindly saved for me. After 

 cutting away the skin which had formed to a leather-like consis- 

 tency, I was not really able to appreciate the interior. Besides the en- 

 gine was still running and a heavy fog had set in. A little breeze 

 from the S gave promise of nothing. After lunch my spirits picked 

 up a bit as the sun began to burn off the fog. Soon we could actually 

 see three miles. Two soundings taken six miles apart told us noth- 

 ing. An outward bound steamer proved we were probably heading 

 for Boston. Meanwhile we steamed hour after hour and it was more 

 and more evident that I must have exaggerated our run of the last 

 36 hours. 



Johnny, while sleeping on deck near the foremast, met with an 

 accident this morning. The anchor hook was inserted in the back of 

 his pants and before he knew it he was hoisted half way up the 

 mast. Just before his pants and underdrawers gave way he managed 

 to grab the rigging and thus escaped further hoisting. 



I passed a miserable afternoon, my reputation as a navigator 

 being at stake. Feeling that we were in home waters I had not 

 looked at a chart since Shelburne. While crossing the Gulf of Maine 

 I had changed courses several times for no particular reason and then 

 as luck would have it we were running towards Boston in a fog with 



