Early in the morning after making this change I had to go down to the Antiseptic Department and have my trunks very minutely searched and my clothes disinfected. In fact, I had to appeal to the Second Doctor to escape being run through the dis-lousing plant. Here anything that proved of interest to the prisoner officer was taken away from me, with the promise that it would be returned later. My books, letters and paper clippings were religiously read and returned. I had a 3A Eastman Kodak which they seized, and imagine my surprise some days later when a roll of films--half of which had been exposed by me--was handed to me by the officer in charge of the photographic department. They had taken this roll of films out of my camera and developed them, just for curiosity, I suppose. From here I was taken to the Recording Lieutenant's office and put through a rigid examination, being asked innumerable questions regarding my movements in the past five years, also questions regarding my parents' origin, occupation and present standing. All this fuss because one of the prize crew had found in my quarters a pamphlet giving information regarding the United States Naval Reserve requirements. I thought I had got rid of all this junk, but evidently I must have overlooked something. My officers and sailors were taken to the regular prisoners' quarters aft, and I was not allowed to see or speak to them. Now comes what I consider the most awful period of my experience. My wife, who is naturally of a highly strung and courageous disposition, broke down under the preceding five days' strain and loss of sleep. Luckily Doctor Hausfelt, the _Wolf's_ senior surgeon, had been in private life a woman's specialist, and owing to his skill and untiring services my wife pulled through. She lay in her berth, packed in ice, for three weeks, absolutely delirious. Owing to the experience I had undergone during the past few days my own nerves were all ragged and upset; and the continual raving and shrieking of my wife, who imagined herself undergoing the most awful torture, drove me nearly crazy. Some days and nights seemed never to come to an end. During this time, on July 17th, to be exact, _Wolf_ captured and set on fire the American schooner _Encore_, Captain Oleson, bound from Columbia River to Australia with a cargo of lumber, but owing to my state of mind I remember it only as an incident; it seemed trivial to me at the time. During all this time my wife had been gradually sinking until she had come to the place where she either had to make a turn for the better or pass into the Great Beyond.