Up at eight-thirty and dispatched the last mail for home. It will probably arrive ahead of the Skagway mail.

There were twelve letters for me at the post office, for which I was very thankful. The first word from home--and everyone remembered to write.

It being Saturday, my Seattle friend offered to take me for a ride in the afternoon. We drove to Everett with several other fellows--two American sailors who were splendid chaps. They were on the New Mexico.

The younger people in the house went to a show in the evening and my friend drove me to the Emma Alexander at nine-thirty. We didn't sail until midnight but I was glad to get settled for the last time.

The deck was decorated for a dance and there was a large crowd of passengers and visitors on board. It looked very cheerful.

Art came on board a little later and had his new girl friend with him. It had developed into a real amore and the young lady was in tears when the farewells came. Too bad--Los Angeles is many miles from Seattle.

We sailed at midnight with clear weather. I soon turned in. Art and I were rooming together, he in the lower and me in the upper. He bought his ticket before I bought mine.