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"Tuesday, September 11th. This morning the steward roused me with a knock and some unintelligible speech. I dressed hastily, went out on deck and found that we were going up a bay, with land near on each side. There were cliffs with little villages on the sides. The general aspect of the coast was foggy and dreary. We passed through the lower harbor of Halifax and into a little bay entirely landlocked except for an opening not more than two hundred yards wide. There were many vessels in the bay, four or five large liners like ours, six or eight of the Belgian Relief, and the rest mostly Scandinavian freighters. Halifax looks like a rather large town, and I wish we could go ashore. We anchored in the upper part of the bay."

"Wednesday, 12th- We stayed here all day, looking round at the ships and the shore. A mail went out in the afternoon and I wrote a note to Helen. About six o'clock I suddenly noticed that we were in motion. Going out on deck, I found that we were headed down the bay, with several other vessels weighing anchor to follow. As the Adriatic steamed down the narrows there were two British cruisers and a French merchant ship at the dock. They gave us a cheer when they saw the American uniforms on our deck. The other liners in the convoy are the Manchuria, Orduna, Carpathian, and I think the Mongolia. A little Belgian Relief boat was steaming along by the Adriatic when I went to bed." I still remember the way I felt standing by the rail as we left the coast