lives, when a vegetable pill or a brisk walk would have changed their vision completely!  Why is it that people sometimes deliberately hurt those they have loved most in the world?  I suppose it is because we are all really children at heart and want some one else to cry too.  The other day Smith shamefacedly abstracted from the mail-box a letter to his wife, and tore it up, and I know—­oh, I know!

At a husbands’ meeting on the ship the other day, we all agreed that the heavy hand was the only way to deal with women; but it seemed on investigation that no one had actually tried it the reason being apparently a well-grounded fear that our wives wouldn’t like it.

[Sidenote:  Danger, but little action or variety.]

This war hasn’t had as much action, variety, and stimulation for us as I would like.  Danger there always is, but being little in evidence, you have to prod your nerves to realize it rather than soothe them down.  Lately, however, things have changed in a manner which, though involving no more danger, furnishes a somewhat greater mental stimulation, and thence is better for everybody.  I regret to say that I am gaining in weight.  It was my hope to come back thin and gaunt and interesting-looking.  Instead of which, you will likely be mad as a hornet to find me so sleek, while you at home have done all the thinning down.  Truth to tell, if you compare our relative peace and war status, you are much more at war than I am.

[Sidenote:  The highest form of courage.]

If you find son timid in some things, just remember that I was, too.  Lots of things he will change about automatically.  At his age I had small love for fire-crackers or explosives of any kind, but in two or three years, and without any prompting, I became really expert in guns and gunpowder.  Try to get him to realize that the very highest form of courage is to be afraid to do a thing—­and do it!

AUGUST 3.

[Sidenote:  U-boat score against destroyers is zero.]

Once in a while some one of us gets a torpedo fired at him, and only luck or quick seamanship saves him from destruction.  Some day the torpedo will hit, and then the Navy Department will “regret to report.”  But the laws of probability and chance cannot lie, and as the total U-boat score against our destroyers so far is zero, you can figure for yourself that they will have to improve somewhat before the Kaiser can hand out many iron crosses at our expense.

[Sidenote:  Picking up survivors.]

We had a new experience the other day when we picked up two boatloads of survivors from the ——­, torpedoed without warning.  I will say they were pretty glad to see us when we bore down on them.  As we neared, they began to paddle frantically, as though fearful we should be snatched away from them at the last moment.  The crew were mostly Arabs and Lascars, and the first mate, a typical comic-magazine Irishman, delivered himself of the following:  “Sure, toward the last, some o’ thim haythen gits down on their knees and starts calling on Allah; but I sez, sez I, ’Git up afore I swat ye wid the axe-handle, ye benighted haythen; sure if this boat gits saved ’t will be the Holy Virgin does it or none at all, at all!  Git up,’ sez I.”