Aboard Ethan Allan

Friday, November 29, 1929

Plenty hot today—102° on the bridge at 3:30. The fo’cas’le is hot at night and an oven during the daytime. Am sleeping on the hatch tonight with some of the others.
Copra bugs have multiplied till they nearly set you crazy—crawling all over you, inside your socks, shoes, shirt (if you wear one)—everywhere—and the durned things don’t break easily either. To eat in the mess is absolutely impossible for there are literally thousands swarming through the air and over the food. Grab a plate, throw some food on it, then run for the open deck and eat there in comparative ease. But now the cooked bugs appear in your food every few bites. Hard on copra bugs.
Sailed 210 today. Bridge tonight I guess.

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