. . . . Did not get up until tea to-day. “In bunco tutissimus ibis!” There has been quite a heavy swell. To-night the phosphorescent show is the finest I have yet seen. A broad track of glory follows the ship. By the sides abaft the wheels, the rushing waves are splendid silver, flecked here and there with jets of flame; while outside the silvery trouble, the startled fish darting from our track mark the blue waters with curves and splashes of white radiance. Occasionally across our path drifts a broad blotch of luminous brilliancy, a school of fishes brightening the populous waters.
SOURCES: Clara B. Hay, Letters of John Hay and Extracts from Diary, Volume 1, p. 171-2.