The _Korea_, which apparently called at Cherbourg, signals that she has heard nothing of the fleet having fired on steamers. The torpedo-boat _Bravy_ has broken something. Bay of Biscay. Fate herself prevented our going to Brest, and steered us straight across the Bay of Biscay to Vigo (Spain). Such a thick fog came up at 1 p.m. that the ship astern was not visible. We are steaming through milk! The sirens are shrieking in turn, one ship after another. The following ships are in our division: first the _Suvaroff_, next the _Alexander III._, then the _Borodino_, _Orel_, and the transport _Anadir_. Perhaps it is just as well we did not go to Brest. The entrance to the port is very difficult, dangerous, and impossible in a fog. If we do not go to Crete, from Vigo onwards the way before us is wide--the whole ocean! Lying on my bed last night I watched the rats making themselves at home in my cabin. I used to sleep with my feet towards the door, but have now put my pillow there, because of the rats. They can jump from the writing-table on to the settee, and could easily have jumped on my head. Since we left the port of Alexander III. at Libau, a fortnight ago, no telegrams have been sent, except those allowed by the admiral. This was done so that spies should not warn the Japanese, waiting for us in the Baltic. The Japanese evidently thought (report said there were more than a hundred of them in the Baltic) that we should wait for the _Oleg_ at Libau. The admiral, however, did not wait for the _Oleg_, and left. Their spies did not succeed in warning them. Though telegrams were received at the office, they were not sent on for two days. Perhaps this accounts for their inactivity. Evening.--The fog dispersed and our division reassembled. The crew will sleep at their guns without undressing till we reach Vigo. I sit in my cabin and try to distract my thoughts. Such gloom overwhelms me that I feel inclined to hang myself. I go into the wardroom, take a hand at dominoes, play with the dogs, or idle about, not knowing what to do with myself. There are three dogs who are always to be found in the wardroom of the _Suvaroff_. One is a dachs called "Dinky"; the second a fox-terrier puppy, "Gipsy"; and the third, "Flagmansky," is something like a dachs, but white-haired and rough. Flagmansky and Gipsy are very amusing animals. They are often played with and teased; corks and papers are tied to them with string, and they jump and romp about. Now you know all our amusements. They are not many! I go on deck and look at this much-vaunted sea. Some one has prepared Flagmansky for the tropics by cutting off all the hair on his body, leaving his head like a lion's. The chaplain is accused of doing this, but he denies it. We shall arrive at Vigo either to-night or to-morrow morning. It will be interesting to know if they will allow us to coal from our transport _Anadir_. Coal is getting scarce in the battleships.