Jan. 11th. Nice clear day. No sea running. Saw several whales 
     
     about a mile away, one very distinctly, almost on the surface of 
     
     the water. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Sunday, Jan. 12th 
     
    

    
     Played cards most of the day, went to church at night. 
     
     Had quite a scrap about our butter and jam. Alex McNeill, 
     
     Paddy Power and Colborne took their share of the butter and 
     
     put it away in a little jar. Alex put it on the table in front of 
     
     him, when he turned his head somebody stole the crock and of 
     
     course the rest of us had none for breakfast the next morning. 
     
     Our jam was short too and when the Orderly Officer came and 
     
     heard of it went out and brought us a can of pears. They were 
     
     good too and we appreciated his kindness. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Monday Jan. 13th. 
     
    

    
     We were awakened at 7 a.m. by somebody shouting land 
     
     ahead and when it got a little brighter we surely did see it. 
     
     Mountains away on the Starboard bow and in a short while 
     
     we saw another stretching away on the Port. This is the Straits 
     
     of Sougon which we have been approaching the last three 
     
     days. The mountains are all snow capped and uninhabited as 
     
     far as we could see though the people of the ship say that there 
     
     is a large town around the point. Possibly we may see it before 
     
     night. The rocky cliffs rise perpendicular from the water and 
     
     appear to be only a few miles away though we are told that the 
     
     narrowest part is at least ten miles wide. 
     
    
   
   
    
     ( We have a guy named white. Fred and Conwell there is 
     
    
   
   
    
     as much fun in them as if they were real monkeys. Watson 
     
     Power. ) 
     
    
   
   
    
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