I slept very little, and it was with real difficulty that I shambled through the long railway depot to my train for Rotterdam.
At eight o'clock was woke up from a sound sleep with a startling feeling.

It is a pity I could not have slept on.

Fixed up at the old hotel six floors up (the Mass Hotel).

Very fair accommodation, but a little difficult to get anything to eat, that is, such as meet my queer tastes and habits.

Nevertheless, on the principle of 'any port in a storm,' I have had much worse accommodation.
"Sunday, _February_ 13, 1910 .-- Had a wonderful day.