Still on the sea, June 6 Saturday A sea began to lick up this morning at 4 and as the boat hilt to my room in brine it soon became impossible for me to keep dry. Almost sick I had to get out of the room and lay around elsewhere as best I could. At about 10 o'clock we pass a whaling station. One whale is cut up and ready to go into the factory. On the ways lie a brave specimen apparently a young 'talon' whale. As the boat beyond we still at warp, the terminus to a nine mile railroad to Clark City. At this place an American concern has invested 3 millions in a plant for fully mating. Our forty men got off here to turn the mills just about ready to start. The bay here is a large one hemmed in by seven islands that gives the name to the village on the opposite shore, all of which I took a picture. The land here looks God forsaken