Jupiter River, Wednesday June 17. Some gain. In a heavy rain for these past from the south we over to bed in the little camp house. It battered hard against the roof and in several places ran down into the room but the beds are dry. He made a little fire in the big wood store and at 8.30 turned in. At midnight the wind turned and at 2 A.M. the thundering of the northwester waves waked me up. I started with some fear and looking out of the window into the dark almost through the breakers would reach the shore. Looking closer saw they were still some distance away but the grinding roar was terrifying. This was at the height of the tide and with the ebb the noise became some fainter. Wondered what the boat and Priscilla was doing