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the job he couldn't have breakfast, so then he burst into tears.
This afternoon he was sent up again, but wouldn't go out on the
yards, stood on the to'gallant cross-tress. The Hitler Youth then
went up after him to chase him out, so he burst into tears again!
He seems a hopeless case.

Friday Feb. 25th. A most perfect day, air almost frosty, but sunshine
and a cloudless day, sat on deck all day. The new foresail is not a
success. Captain says he is to blame as he cut it very much too
big, it certainly looks rather odd. Old "sails" cut a to'gallant
sail to-day and there was a good deal of activity in the motor-boat.
Espaniola has informed the Hitler Youth that he ran away from a
lunatic asylum just prior to joining the ship!! Gladys and one of
the Australians came to blows yesterday, but someone intervened
before either was beaten. Still becalmed, it is apparently almost
unprecedented in these parts.

Saturday Feb. 26th. A perfect day again, very cold air but cloudless
sky - and still becalmed! The foresail that is a failure was
unbent and was to be bent again on the mizzen mast, but was found
too big even for that position, so now is going to be "cut and shut".
Great activity changing fore and crojack sails all the morning.
A. rising later in the mornings, says it is "unfortunate that she
has taken to doing her thinking in the morning now" - made me think
of a boy I once knew who, when a man referred to his small boy as
"the greatest thinker in the world", said to his father "Did he say
the greatest stinker in the world, Dad?"

Sunday Feb. 27th. Wet, cold and foggy al day, and a rapidly falling
barometer. In the evening half a gale started to blow and sails
were taken in, much to the crew's disgust. Rolled heavily all
night.

Monday Feb. 28th. A strong wind blowing, more or less favorably,
and a heavy sea running, sometimes almost Cape Horn-like! Ship
rolling and being "a little difficult", anyway we were "getting
somewhere". (Captain invariably says "we're getting nowhere!")
However, the wind gradually died down and by night we were prac-
tically becalmed again!

Tuesday March 1st. No wind, but fine sunny morning, very pleasant
on deck. About mid-day wind increased and we are moving on again.
Ship being scrubbed down with soda and water - getting cleaned up
for Port Victoria!

Wednesday March 2nd. Sailing well, at last we seem to have picked
up the Westerlies, have fair wind and following seas - doing about
10 knots. In Lat.43 [degrees] Long 53 [degrees], some hundreds of miles north of
the Crozet Is. Have another member of my Crazy Gang - the Chief
Cook. A morose young man with a very blank expression. He
was always throwing water over A., or giving her a hit [xxxx] when
passing, so at last she spoke to Captain. He apparently "read
the Riot Act" in the galley, as now Steward and cooks and even
mess-boy are extraordinarily polite to her.