June 16 Early this morning awoke to the fog now blowing, late looked out the porthole to see that we had entered the sound. The water was like glass and the mist hung over the water. The hills came down to the water well covered with spruce and green "disclosing" undergrowth. The sound winds around and finally leads to Seattle - a rather dirty yet large and far-splendidous port. The town is built on the hills like San Francisco. The forest comes to the edge of the town and is left partly standing on the outskirts. Left Seattle at eleven and sailed up the sound some 40 miles to Tacoma. Tacoma is a similar city but smaller. The sound here looks like a lake. As I walked up there, the town I heard the first birds of small order. The song Sparrow was the first to greet me. We immediately left (Abee)