Lehner, P. 1964 Nov. 25 Arose at 6:00 A.M. to take the first watch; since I had climbed into the pitching and rolling bed only 4 hours before I climbed out, I struggled to get an extra cup of coffee up on the flying bridge with me - trying to climb a ladder that is continually moving in all three dimensions, while you are also attempting to keep coffee in a hot cup is somewhat of a task; the water was somewhat rougher today and the air felt a little cooler, even though it has seemed cool for the last three days; the swells this morning rolled in from the east and found synchrony with the ship, rocking it from side to side to side..... at 8:20 a white rumped storm petrel was collected (the first of the trip); by 8:30 the large swells once more rolled at us from the northwest; we saw few birds, and Ken and George on their watch could boast of little more than a fish ball and fricate; only a few minutes after 12:00 noon, when I relieved George on the bow, I saw a large school of fish lean out of the water at a great distance off the port bow - they leaped only once and I was not able to identify either predator or prey; once again today we experienced a great paucity of birds and I slipped back into my philosophical thoughts on flying fish - this time I tried to attach an I.Q. to their actions, but was slowed in my thoughts when I remembered that I could not judge knowledge or recognize intel- ligence that I myself did not experience - from here my thoughts skidded to the awful realization that there perhaps existed an intelligence far greater than humans possess, but because of our lack of intelligence we cannot recognize it - at this point I was depressed and began to put all my effort into straining to see birds; at 1:30 both the wind (over)