the sheltered waters of Barclay Sound, the ship stopped tossing and I got better. Tonight I in all rights again but a little weak around the region of my belt, & not wanting to eat very heartily. May 20-'08. We reached DeBart on the morning of the 18th about 5.45, in a drizzling rain. The whaling station consists of a group of dirty white buildings jammed up against the foot of a mountain, while recesses then hundred feet behind it. In the center is a long wharf, at the right side of which are the sheds for cleaning & storing the whalebone, the glass covered tanks for bleaching the oil, and be- hind them the superintendent's quarters. On its other side of the wharf, over is the great "slip" upon which the whales are pulled & stuffed of blubber; the engine house & the tanks for extracting the oil from the flesh & blubber. Also the drying machines for making the flesh into grease & the bone crushers are here. Behind on a hill are the generators for the different gangs of men, the second caps & trimmers. May 21-'08. The weather has been very bad, & it has rained every day since I reached here,