Monday, Jan. 13. Evening. Now we are fairly out on the Sea of Japan. The sea is

about as it was second day we were out. Just roll enough to let us know that it still can be rough. Had another little fight just before supper. Powers W threw a life belt across the room where a few of us were writing by the light ofa candle as the electric lights had gone out. McLean's pen was knocked out of his hand and Mastin's also. Mastin got up and called the fellow some nasty names and said he would lick him whoever it was. Watson promptly came over to our table and with a few words they clinched. Somebody notified McLean the propeller. If we had two in this weather we could almost go twice as fast. Saturday Jan. Sgt. who came at once and put a stop to it. None of the fellows were hurt and guess they will

finish it when they land.

Tuesday. Jan. 14,1919.

First glimpse of Siberia. It feels it too. This morning the weather was coldest yet. Day clear however and no sea running; expect to land tomorrow. Was table orderly, which took up most of the morning. Issued us with rifles in the afternoon and this evening I spent trying to polish up my brass. There has been land all along though the afternoon on our starboard bow great white cliffs lying for miles as we approached.

It looks like Siberia all right. Hope it will not be so cold and forbidding at Vladivostok. I am not sure what it is, but think it is a great point we must round before coming to our destination.