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180 below. At moonlight gives illusion of a meadow. Nov. 30 1917 During the night about 2 P.M. were suddenly startled by [[red underline]] a sudden jerk on the boat which listed to starboard [[/red underline]] to such an extent that it was difficult [[red underline]] not to slide on deck. [[/red underline]] Right away I saw that current had shifted us on the edge of a steep channel. [[strikethrough]] Altho' [[/strikethrough]] This was not quite lowest tide and as there was every possibility of [[strikethrough]] water [[/strikethrough]] still lower water I ordered [[red underline]] Albert to kedge two anchors [[/red underline]] to port which he planted by means of the dinghy in what looked like a [[strikethrough]] sunken [[/strikethrough]] flooded meadow, but was only the submarine gears in a very clear water. [[red underline]] Celine [[/red underline]] dressed up and got her valise in the dinghy [[end page]] [[start page]] 181 for any emergency. In studying up tide tables I found next highest tide was at about 10 A.M. so there was plenty of time to wait. Water was very quiet hardly any wind and a most beautiful bright moonlight. At a distance we heard the breakers at the Inlet. Cries of wild birds. I was anxiously watching any further tension on the kedge-anchor ropes. We dared not go back in boat to hunt for things for fear of causing the boat to list further and tear the anchor ropes loose. [[red underline]] Celine [[/red underline]] was trying to doze on the bench nearest to high port side while I sat at gunwale in pajamas! Albert in canoe was