In language service. Today was in Anticosti: a rough day and while I was sailing this morning the wind brought a little perspiration. The natives' huts are shrouded the effect of the hot weather while I was as cool as a cucumber. The fly days will soon be on now and there no doubt are on at South West Light. My hopes are on board the King Edward and so my Anticosti trip closes successfully. My scent from seems to be sore and I am losing in the guineas.