Some wrote letters, though the possibility of sending them or of receiving answers was very remote.

Others gathered in little knots and read or sewed, and still others took advantage of the time to "caulk off" and make up some lost sleep.
And so passed another Sunday.

Though we might not have a religious service we were certainly cleanly, and, therefore, at the worst, not far from godly.
Nothing of interest occurred until early Monday morning.

Several minutes before "mess gear" was due, a lookout at the masthead reported smoke in sight off the starboard bow.

The engine room was signalled for full steam, and the "Yankee" sped away in chase.
"It's our day for scrapping," said "Stump." "We've had more fighting on Monday than on any other day of the week.