Wednesday was slipped to adjust the calendar. Off Cape Palliser! The refrigerating machinery (hardly necessary in this temperature) says “We’re getting there – we’re getting there”, whilst the big main engines growl “Your’re ‘ome, your’re ‘ome, your’re ‘ome”. Back from the “Great Adventure” – I am staring again at the high bluffs of Palliser – snow-capped as they are now, and almost obscured by flying foam.
The Southerly is following us right in. I have your wireless greetings, though by no means the first wireless I have had from you.
As for the wind, let it blow, and let the rain rain! It tried hard to blow us back, but the “Pakeha” put her nose into it to the tune of 10 knots an hour, and here we are almost in sight of Pencarrow.
As the Yankees stated in an immense poster at Newport News: –
O BOY! O JOY! HOME AGAIN!