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2 other yachts bound for Florida there. Afternoon spent putting things in their place and crew getting gasoline, water and supplies aboard. This morning when I got up I wondered whether I would like the old boat as much as before. As soon as I came aboard I stripped my hot clothes and put on overalls and a flannel gray shirt and got out my rubber canvas shoes and soon felt as happy as ever and spent remande of day working hard at odds and ends. Sent a letter to George B. regarding corporation matters also to examine Flying Sand a Yawl Yacht industry objectionable points but he should look her over- [[end page]] [[start page]] 3 [[underlined]] December 22. [//underlined]] Everybody up and ready before daybreak but delayed on getting off on account of anchor-chain snarled around shank of an old abandoned heavy mushroom anchor. Off at 8:30 A.M. cloudy & foggy then [[underlined]] strong Western [[/underlined]] becoming a full gale. Everything went well until in [[underlined]] St. Catherine Sound [[/underlined]] where we struck full blast and tide rip and [[underlined]] engine stopped [[/underlined]] on account of [[underlined]] dirt obstructing [[/underlined]] pipe. Had to drop anchor. Anchor dragged and we were [[underlined]] within short distance of being wrecked [[/underlined]] on a lee shore. Hectic work for all three of us for about 1 1/2 hours when we managed to get away. Went for night's shelter in a bend of Bear River. [[underlined]] Bitterly cold [[/underlined]] and [[underlined]] very [[strikethrough]] tired [[/strikethrough]] dead tired. [[/underlined]]