Sunday (20 April, 1919)

Calm, and much warmer.  The third Easter away from home, and the second on the sea.  The vessel is now so empty that she feels the slightest swell.

Impromptu concert on deck.  The Maoris were the moving spirits, and treated us to hakas and native songs, including the plaintive air which I shall always associate with the fine Maori officer who died on the journey out.

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