Day Forty One
Lat. 50° 13' S Long. 103° 37' W Dist. 190 miles
"The port watch have furled the upper topsails and as it was 3.45 am the mate called us. Blowing a gale and the sea steadily rising. At 9 am we were called out to make the foresail fast. At 12 md a fierce gale with hurricane squalls and a mountainous sea running. I was trying to reach the half deck for my camera but she put the rail under and a sea came rushing aft along the deck and I could not open the door or move so just hung on while the water washed nearly up to my waist filling my sea boots up.
The cook was living in fear of the galley being washed away and when I went to the galley with some stuff for the steward he cautiously opened the door and looked as though he had seen about 3,000 ghosts and they had all condemned him.
At 6 pm all hands braced the yards on the starboard tack. No one got wet but Joe sat down suddenly much to the "Old Man's" amusement."