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as does this cranky thing.

Monday.

Sea still rough. Ship pitching and rolling Sid and myself got up to
breakfast but went to our bedrolls again afterwards as these are the most comfortable
places to be found at present. It seems that she must have been making good speed
during the night something like ten or eleven miles an hour so our passage to
Brisbane ought to be short. Chinamen we have sick all in another berth today.
John has not made his appearance other than to say three of the others laid up.

Put the dog in the kennel as the poor brute hardly seemed to know what to do with
himself on the wet decks. Old Tom has been appointed cook's mate
so he will be able to take care of himself. Any [indecipherable] doing this work
the Captain has promised to lend a man or two to water and feed the horses.

I must now try to get a little sleep as last night I did not sleep for five minutes
the side piece of my bunk is so low that I thought I had gone to sleep and then
been pitched out upon the floor and as I sleep in the upper bunk this would have been no
joke but might have broken a bone or two. Sid slept in the bunk
underneath and was not troubled with wakefulness. He had no tea, felt too queer
but was not sick. Had a little reading of the nautical almanac. Nobody too happy.

Thursday [Crossed through - nineteenth] 20

We are now anchored in Moreton Bay awaiting the arrival of the three
fresh horses to come from Brisbane. Anchored last night after waiting some two or three