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Friday 19 October 1917
And for the last time we go down the hold & do a final packing at our boxes.
Very hot & thousands of tiny waves sparkle in the sun like so many gum leaving [leaves ?] dancing in the wind when the sun shines after a shower in our own dear Australia. Ships appear on the horizon now & tiny fishing boats – dhows – stand like tiny fairy things on the edge of the world (as we have seen it for 5 weeks now).
S. Watson improves slightly. T. down 99 degrees.
Sleeping on deck tonight & oh, how stifling is the cabin. Today a large yellow butterfly fluttered by the Ayrshire's side, and dolphins (?) great blue green fish spring in the air after our tiny flying fish.

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