August 13 Tuesday – On Rogers’ yacht Kanawha Sam wrote from Yarmouth, Nova Scotia to Livy.

There is nothing to say, dearheart, except that I love you. So I will say that, & repeat it, then go ashore with the gang & take a drive—for the fog is still prevailing outside the harbor, & will continue to do it until the wind changes—if that ever happens.

I have missed my afternoon nap, because of the industries of a single fly; so I have dressed & turned out, sleepy & homesick to see you all, & I am on the imminent verge of profanity [MTP].

Sam’s log: August 13, Tuesday. Yarmouth.

The outlying regions visited per wagon.

A fine picture gallery here. The sheriff photographed the garrison in its interest, with the exception of Harry and Mr. Clemens. [MTP; Dias, Odd Couple 102 partly].