Cargo. Since leaving Ceylon it has rained very heavily with but few intervals, and a wetter time has not been experienced by many on board. I am wet through and so must change throughout.
News has reached Pinang of a raging cyclone in the Bay of Bengal, so we were evidently caught in its skirts. But for the rain, which is incessant, all is at rest. To-morrow I hope to tread, for the first time, on the land of the Farther East.
Earth has no cure For the nervous quest, the tense unrest,
Hie hurrying haste of fate, Like the soothing balm of the tropic palm, And the land where the things can wait.
I hope that I shall find it so.I hope that I shall find it so.