A Liberian Journey

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     Fri June 25^th

                  The blaze of activity of yesterday has dwindled to a more sober glown bed of gentle coals. Still we walk the decks, but that intensity of purpose which so marked us before had given way to a more calm look of pleasure. We are settling into the routine of ships life. And there is always one of us writing. I don’t know why we have felt so strongly the call of literature, but no matter what time of day it may be, there we are always to be found at the desks hard at work.

                  It is warmer today but the breeze has freshened bringing with it a long following sea before which we roll. There is not a cloud in the sky altho there is a slight haze which has turned the water into molten lead. Shearwaters, Petrels and an occasional gannet skim the waves, disappearing momentarily behind white capped billows to suddenly rise again as if from out the water itself. And constantly boats drift by on their way home from foreign ports, slowly passing us with a silent message from warmer climates. 

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