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crib. The depth of the water makes it just comfortable for them to handle their tool, they jump in an out the water with their trousers and shoes on. At about five o'clock they left with their boats to the shore to fell some trees of which rollers could be sawed. I made them dig a hole with a crowbar in the flat rock so as [[red underline]] to better secure our main chain anchor [[/red underline]] which holds the boat on starboard towards deep water.
The weather is perfectly calm and everything presages a very quiet night. Then suddenly without warning in the North West I see [[red underline]] start storm clouds [[/red underline]] and [[red underline]] suddenly a strong North [[/red underline]] Western starts blowing kicking up the waves against our
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flat stern and matters look threatening as if we were going to have a busy night. The [[red underline]] pounding of the waves [[/red underline]] against the stern sound [[red underline]] like sledge hammer [[/red underline]] blows. Then to my surprise by and by the wind subsides and after a couple of hours the squall was over.
Jan 9. Up at 5.A.M. Sun rise at about 7A.M. Calm weather. some mosquitoes hanging around the boat Temperature 65◦F. Feels rather damp and as if were to rain If we have two more calm days the job may be successfully over. The men come around at about nine. They have been cutting [[red underline]] hard trees for making rollers. [[/red underline]] They call them [[red underline]] "cinnamon" trees.  [[/red underline]] The bark smells aromatic and tastes very peppery. After lunch I got rowed ashore.