We are not out of the wood, but hope dawns, as indeed it should for me, when I find myself so wonderfully served.

Officers and men are singing chanties over their arduous work.

Williams is working in sweltering heat behind the boiler to get the door made in the bulkhead.

Not a single one has lost his good spirits.

A dog was drowned last night, one pony is dead and two others in a bad condition--probably they too will go.