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In the afternoon we played shuffle-board and A rings. I met Mr. Patton, a young chemist. The only other man passenger is English and spends most of his time in the smoking room. At dinner the Captain spoke of a young lady from Boston whom they had nick-named 'The Golden Herring'. She didn't no why the ship didn't catch their fish fresh each day. The Captain said he couldn't. She being a decided firm mouth character, said she could, so the Captain offered her one dollar a fish caught: gave her a line with a bent worm [[or maybe iorn/iron?]] hook covered with meat. She fished for an hour and one half and then went to her room for something or other. While away the Captain had placed a small herring and an old boot on the hooks. On her return she hauled up the line, - and finding a fish, demanded a dollar. Became angry when told the fish was a dried one.  "Why," the Captain said, "[[crossed-out]] her [[/crossed-out]] she was just a little off her bearings." For two or three days she tried to figure out why railroads could not be run across the Atlantic on large floats. The sea was so lovely and smooth. [[crossed-out]] She [[/crossed-out]] Her steering gear was not working well "the