Sunday, December 1, 1929
Another fine day. Was calm at first, suddenly growing choppy before lunch. The old tub rolled from side to side till it looked like it would just keep on around. The “empties” started to roll in all parts of the ship, sounding like an earthquake in a brewery. No end of dishes were thrown to the deck for a loss. A stiff wind sprung up, blowing the bugs away and making it possible to eat in the mess once more. Not rolling so much this evening.
Have been sleeping on the hatch due to a hot cabin. Great stuff all but one night when the rain made us pull stakes about three.
Played Hearts tonight instead of bridge—six of us and a big time was had by all. Moaned a few songs over Robert’s uke and finished reading A Far Country by Churchill—a good novel.
Something got into the old paquebot and she made 257 miles today. 3166 down and 1100 to go to the Canal. May make it by Friday if lucky.