4 N.Y. to Boston Thursday July 31, 1913. Rolled out for homework at 5 A.M. into a glorious day -- more glorious because we are free at last. After a noon and two hours shifting coal off to bunkers we weighed anchor and got underway for Boston with Mr. Smith piloting to Boston. This relieves me of any worry on the oyster. We occupied the whole day -- and a search it was -- in staring stern, down and below. I worked in the after lazarette the afternoon and nearly melted although I had only a thin pair of trousers on. We all have revived after the terrible days just before we left; everything is before us. I have been scolded by all hands of the expedition including the passenger Spring, by Captain, and our Moving Picture Man Brooke for not remembering just where each box was put -- I thought I had mentally located at least a thousand cases but I find everyone reminding me of reaching in their own case. 'I should worry.' However I believe it's all here.