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March. 13 – 12 noon arr. St. Georges, Grenada [[end page]] [[start page]] 29 That where we headed. Was quite a toss about that night. Haven't travelled in so small a vessel since Alaska crab investigation. No, it did not bother me & Fenner with Dramamine. Went through all with flying colors. Al & Bredin said they'd never been sea-sick. [[underlined]] Tuesday March 13/56 [[/underlined]] Day dawned bright, was beautiful looking out over tossing waves, in general was quite choppy with plenty of wind, which got stronger as morning progressed. Sighted island (Greneda) early, pretty green place with hillsides steep - to could be a Riviera down way buildings clustered on hills and in solid row along water front which was just road between sea wall and fronts of shops & ware houses, a dreadfully busy bustling place. Yet, its said to be one poorest of West Indies. Mostly colored of some degree & more individually held land than elsewhere. Spices and [[underlined]] nutmegs [[/underlined]] especially latter are principal money crop. But in mid day was, in the sun hot as Hades. Nicholson said his thermometer on ship was 85, but I would have sworn it was over a hundred ashore. Though we got in shortly after 12 noon we had to wait for authorities, couple of colored officials