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looked wonderfully weird as they swam with great speed leaving a glowing phosforescent trail and then raise above the surface of the water, making a splash and a strong blowing noise.
   Later, about ten o'clock came a light wind from the mountains and as the water was far too deep to anchor in, we had to beat back and forth until about two in the morning, then hurriedly furling the sails, all hands turned in to sleep. 

July 17, 1914
  Dampelas.
     At Dampelas in the kampong has lately been reconstructed by orders of the government and the houses built along the road, though just here the road does not amount to much more than a cleared strip of land which, as the s[[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]]oil is composed mostly of sand, is during this dry season very soft and extremely hot and actually painful to my feet as my skin is not as callous as that of my companions.
     On account of no natives having come along the coast for some time, the natives here came aboard early this morning, wanting to buy tobacco and sugar.
     The natives here make their own salt by boiling the sea water mixed with wood ashes in a large iron caldron and the resulting salt is very fine and nearly white, though tinged with grey. It does not seem to me to be quite as strong as the ordinary American table salt.