S.S. Diana, St John's Newfoundland. July 28-13 - Monday. Today I begin my diary, having finally come upon that elusive box containing diaries and note-books and dug this book out, discovering incidentally that the whole lot of books was damp - perhaps from the wetting received during the unloading of the stranded Diana - So dried them out and repacked the box. At daylight this morning we were alongside the Erik and no time was lost in transferring cargo. It seems that everything has gone smoother here during this work today than in any of the previous operations of loading cargo. These stevedores have more life to them and things move along with a snap. I feel that Mac is showing up mightily well as a leader, in the way he has handled this situation. Tonight I shall sleep in my old berth but on a new ship - our box cabin having been picked up bodily from the Diana and set on the Erik's deck. Doc and Green have been tallying coal tonight - that almost seems like the navy - only the "mess cooks" havent been around with hot coffee & sandwiches as they would have been were this a navy coaling - Nay! - in fact we've all been cursin'