4th day out (6 April 1917)

Now about 1,100 miles from New Zealand.  In honour of Good Friday the tucker here has been extra special – fish, rabbit, prunes, but as I am on guard (which is kept punctiliously all over the ship), I have had to eat etc., under difficulties.  Some amusing boxing contests took place, the Maoris being especially funny.  We have not yet sighted a single ship, or anything of interest, only the great waste of sea on all sides and a few lonely sea birds.  The cold is steadily increasing.

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