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be ready for any further developments. Continuous pounding of waves on stern. At 7 A.M. Barometer = 30.25" About noon wind ceased boat lists badly. [[red underline]] Took dinghy to the shore there a West Indian Negro tells [[/red underline]] me this is the fruit farm of a certain [[red underline]] Mr. Burns. [[/red underline]] whom I met afterwards at the nearby Post Office of Tavernier. The [[red underline]] Post Office is simply a [[strikethrough]] hut [[/strikethrough]] wooden hut. [[/red underline]] on the shore of the Ocean. P.O. of Planter has been discontinued ^[[since last hurricane which destroyed it]] Seems as if there were only two or three families here and plenty of children. [[red underline]] Kindhearted looking people. men are tall [[strikethrough]] s [[/strikethrough]] and good looking. [[/red underline]] One of then just came in
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from the [[red underline]] shore [[/red underline]] with his little flatbottom sail boat and brought three tubs of [[red underline]] Grunts Cavallo [[/red underline]] and other fish which he had scooped up. The [[red underline]] cold weather of yesterday near the shore benumbed them and they were floating on the surface [[/red underline]] When we came back aboard the wind had almost died out and shifted due North but Cygnet now lists more than ever on account of very low tide. Mr. [[red underline]] Burns [[/red underline]] tells me there is [[red underline]] very little tide here. [[/red underline]] I sent [[red underline]] Albert [[/red underline]] to Post Office  with a letter for [[red underline]] Celine [[/red underline]] telling her where I am.
At 4 P.M. the weather is right sunny and thermometer in cabin marks 70◦F. If it were not for that [[strikethrough]] very [[/strikethrough]] list of our boat on her side, matters would be