The Maori Officer Kokiri died early this morning and was buried in the forenoon. Everyone is depressed as he was the most popular man on the ship. The funeral was very impressive being an unusual combination – a Military funeral, a burial at sea and a Maori Service. The firing party was composed of Maoris and many of the poor chaps were blubbering openly; but no-one thought less of them for that. He was a father to them all. The ship was stopped during the service.
A cold southerly breeze has brought back the albatrosses – magnificent birds, usually with black wings let into white bodies, and big yellow beaks. Their stretch of wing is enormous. The way I prattle of birds will lead the censor to believe me to be a naturalist; but they are one of the few objects of interest.
Walk March 