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[[preprinted]] SATURDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1865.[[/preprinted]] Morning clear and fair. Wind a good deal gone down Finish up my map of Guam Island which looks very well. Get at , an eagle for the union of a boat flag. Work in the forward cabin with Black all the morning. Issue soap to the men. Put the seals bones into a halfbarrel. Pack up the plants from Omega & Plover Bay and nail them up. Write up my slop chest accounts in the evening and collect my receipts. Get a powder keg and some small boxes for packing specimens. Read Collins book on the [[Overl?]].T. [[preprinted]] SUNDAY 8 [[/preprinted]] Morning rough and rolling again. This kind of weather is nearly played out. No muster on account of the unsettled state of things. Write a long letter to Dr. Torrey; one to Temple Prime, speaking of the Proceedings or Journal of the New York Lyceum. Finish up my letter to Miss Langford. Read Leollins book which is the greatest mess of conceit & balderdash that I ever saw. He seems to have his eyes a good deal more on the shape of the women than that of the country and is an epicure rather in wines than an accurate observer of physical geography. [[preprinted]] MONDAY 9 [[/preprinted]] Morning, more rolling, It is growing monotonous. Spend nearly all day in writing a long letter to Geo. C. Walker at Chicago on the situation. Finish up a lot of partially written letters & having got Bairs, Torreys and Walkers [[Ome?]], I feel as if I could breathe. Course about S, by West 1/2 West, get through some 40 miles in the day. Write all the evening in the forward cabin. Prospect of being sometime at Petrograv cabin. Prospect of being some time if we ever get there. Evening rolls worse. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1865 [[/preprinted]] Morning fair and beautiful. Last night we had a fair wind that carried us along at the rate of 8 knots an hour. pretty fair for the old rate. This morning it has nearly died away again, leaving us in a nearly dead [[eatin?]]. Paint the continuations of the eagle for the flag, that got burnt off the first time. Spoil the small boat flag on account of bad paint. Write to Mrs [[Rennicott?]] and Aunt Sarah. Write all the evening in the forward cabin. Look over [[Whympers?]]drawings [[te?]]. [[preprinted]] WEDNESDAY 11 [[preprinted]] Morning fair and clear. Ship on the starboard tack so that it is a free fight with all kinds of balancing to get any grub. We are some [[two?]] hundred and forty miles from our port with gales and head winds as thick as mud Get a sight of the snow coverd peak of Copper or [[Behsing?]] Island. A very unusual thing to see land so far off, plainly with the naked eye. Write to Prof. Dana, Prof. Cassin, Dr. Bryant and Lizzie Merriam. Get tired of writing and read Cooper [[Crater?]] in the evening, a very stupid satire out of which time has plucked all the smartness and besides that, disproved the authors position [[preprinted]] THURSDAY 12 [[/preprinted]] Morning. Fair and clear. The usual head winds, but on the other tack greatly to our comfort. Write up, old pencil entries in the diary. Write to miss Cleveland, feel a little unwell and heartily sick of beating about to no purpose as we are now doing. It is rough, to have in addition to the hardships of such a cruise, to have to stand alone the derision and unconcealed contempt of my companions. So help me God, I will put myself one day, where such vermin as they are, will not be worth trampling under my feet!
