Busily employed fixing up the old thin dresses. Weather hot enough to go without clothing if it was only the fashion. Our health, thank God, so far is good. Made 71 miles.
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Went over the farm this morn with Commodore Hill for my escort. Found the sheep, lams, goat and 8 pigs looking remarkably well and happy, so clean and comfortable. The chickens are the finest we have ever had. The ice keeps up well so we have considerable fresh meat in the ice house yet, besides giving mariners a fresh mess every Sunday. This has been the smallest day’s work yet, only 27 miles.
This Sunday at sea. Beginning to get in the vicinity of vessels. Weather everything that could be desired, but wind unfavourable, getting pretty well South where we want to go. Distance 77 miles.
79 miles.
109 miles.
124 miles. Made on a average since we came out a little more than one hundred miles a day. Hope to go a little quicker or we shall have a long passage. Saw several vessels this day, British, American and Dutch, steering same way as ourselves. Passed two vessels in the night. Had several showers last even and night. Had quite a hard day’s work at the machine so feel considerably tired. Everything so far goes on very smoothly on board.
In company with a North American brig bound for Pernambuco – had quite an interesting conversation with them. Made 149 miles.
The anniversary of my dear husband’s birthday. Have just been celebrating it in champagne. Almost too much with the thermometer at 80 in the shadiest part of the ship. Wind better today, but a nasty head sea which almost pitches me off my char. No machine work today. Made to noon 153 miles. Twenty three days out today. If we had been on our regular track presume we should be in Liverpool by now.
Two or three vessels in sight. Disagreeable head sea on. Not able to do much sewing. Distance 157 miles.
Fourth Sunday at sea, weather getting all the time warmer. Wind tolerably fair getting into our legitimate track. Some kind of propeller in the sight hoisting his flags. I must go on deck and see who he is. 10.30 a.m. such lovely weather, only a little too warm. Just got thru telegraphing, find she is an old man-of-war going to Japan to be sold. She is 36 days from New York, we are not quite 25, so we are not the slowest coach on the road. At noon 153 miles. Thermometer 82 in the shade.

