The heat down in that low, flat place was intense.

Another man died that night.
What was our chagrin, the next morning, to learn that we must go back to the "Newbern," to carry some freight from up-river.

There was nothing to do but stay on board and tow that dreary barge, filled with hot, red, baked-looking ore, out to the ship, unload, and go back up the slue.
Jack's diary records: "Aug.

23rd.

Heat awful.