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back to the pier. Marjorie had come down to see us off and we all went aboard. Our boat is the Ulua, a smaller and more chunky ship than the Quirigua. My stateroom is No. 1, the worst on the boat, I think. It is on the main deck opening into the main saloon. Also I found out later that one of the derricks that is used to hoist the cargo out of the hold has to be set up on the roof just over my bunk, so that I got no sleep the last night when we entered New York. The boat sailed at 10.15 AM and we passed Morant Bay at about 1 PM.

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