March 12th

Have had my evening walk with Williams; saw a flying fish on deck. It was dead having struck on the side of the vessel so hard as to cause death in a few moments. It was a pretty little fish – wish that Willie could have seen it but the little fellow was fast asleep. When I first went on deck my attention was attracted to a very dark, long and narrow cloud, slightly arched, extending along the heavens at a great distance above the water – and so it remained for a long time.