August 26, 1911. Fine, clear morning. The clearest sky since leaving New York. Only faint whitish pencilings on northern horizon. Sea dark blue, far from black. Flying fish glittering among the waves, silvery. No white caps, though moderate swell from S.E. Our course S. nearly. 9:00 A.M. A broad swath of spangles on the swelling weltering waves to the eastward. Close in beds and clusters in foreground with sharp slender needles like those of crystals, quivering, dancing, up-flashing like those made by the plash of hail or heavy raindrops. In the distance wide-apart spangles in mirror masses - only quick big flashes visible while those in foreground fairly quiver and sparkle in close clusters, adorning every wave like beds of bright rejoicing flowers rising from the watery soil, maturing in rich crops, ever dying, ever renewed in endless harvests only a fraction of a second apart - seen and unseen over all the broad seas. August 27, 1911. Cloudy. Dim all day. Sky and water about the same color. Many flocks of flying fish. At noon less than 200 miles from Para. Waters slightly greenish from river mud. Opposite light ship
Original journal dimensions: 7.5 x 13 cm.
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