. . . . 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.
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