1894
Feb.24 
(No.4)   
St. Croix      
or indeed any other objects animate or inanimate
that I have ever before seen. Words fail utterly to
describe their truly gorgeous coloring and extraordinary
markings. Perhaps the impression that they produced 
on me will best tell the story; I gazed at
them a moment and then burst into tears.
It was actually several minutes before I could
again form the crowd of impassive negroes [delete]and[/delete] or
control my voice sufficiently to talk with
Riley and Hubbard. I do not know how
to account for this emotion but for the
moment it simply overpowered me.
  We left St. Croix at 5 P.M. and spent
the night steaming for St. Christopher, 125
miles distant. The trade wind blew strong
and the sea was rather rough but only
two or three of our passengers were at all
affected by the motion.
  We have not seen the slightest trace of
phosphoresence in the water since leaving
New York. Riley and Hubbard are puzzled 
by this fact.