If I had had another hour I believe I could have got a berth on the flag ship for Roosevelt telegraphed me the longest and strongest letter on the subject a man could write instructing the Admiral to take me on as I was writing history.

Chadwick seemed willing but then the signal to set sail came and we had to stampede.

All the ships have their sailing pennants up.
It is as calm as a mirror thank goodness but as hot as hell.

We expect to be off Havana tomorrow at sunset.

Then what we do no one knows.
The crew is on strike above and the mate is wrestling with them but as it seems to be only a question of a few dollars it will come out all right.