I transcribed the following today from J.G. Wilson's diary. Again it may pique the interest of our N.Z. members. Terence (I am following Wilson's punctuation, except where impossible). 1 Aug. - It is rather hazy this morning but the sea quite calm. After breakfast we had a little musical entertainment, and to add to this no less than 5 stowaways made their appearance, one of whom the sailors recognized as having stowed away in the same vessel on her voyage home. I was standing beside the Chief Officer when he ordered this young fellow to be brought to him. The stowaway then walked up as bold as brass only to be addressed as follows:- “Go up on the forecastle, you scoundrel and pace the deck. Don’t let me see you look or speak to anyone. If you disobey my orders I shall have to put you in irons and fed on bread and water.” This seemed to have no effect on so hardened a wretch, of which he looked the very picture. It seems he is the son of a very respectable tailor in Christchurch, N.Z. His father provided him with money to come to London to see his brother, but as he wished to have more to spend, he stowed away in the stokehole of the “Aorangi” and having spent all his money in London, passage money and all, left himself no other alternative than to stow away again to return home. The others were set to work, but the whole lot will be imprisoned at the Cape. Mid-day - Lat. 41-27 N. Long. 112-3 W. Distance 315 knotts. We have a splendid race horse on board named “Sword Dance.” It has been purchased from its English owners by Major Walmsley of Auckland, N.Z. at a price of 600 pounds. The figures themselves will give you an idea of the beauty and perfectness of the animal.