tomorrow evening, we begin to feel that we are going into a warm climate, at this hour / Bell/ Watch, the Thermometer in our Cabin stands at 61° The range of the Thermometer in the Margin is the one belonging to the Ship and fixed on Deck.

Dear Emma has been on Deck for some time today, but has come below worse than ever, so ill in fact that I could not get her down to her own Cabin; she is now, while I am writing, up stairs, on the Captain’s Couch, waited on by very kind people. Our fresh Beef every morning “becomes small by degrees and beautifully cut” – after that is all gone I suppose the Cabin