"9 P.M.--A most provoking, unsatisfactory day. We have done nothing. The wind and sea have both risen. Too little notice has been given to the telegraphists who accompany this expedition; they had to leave all their instruments at Lyons in order to arrive at Bona in time; our tests are therefore of the roughest, and no one really knows where the faults are. Mr. L---- in the morning lost much time; then he told us, after we had been inactive for about eight hours, that the fault in number three was within six miles; and at six o'clock in the evening, when all was ready for a start to pick up these six miles, he comes and says there must be a fault about thirty miles from Bona! By this time it was too late to begin paying out to-day, and we must lie here moored in a thousand fathoms till light to-morrow morning. The ship pitches a good deal, but the wind is going down. "_June 13, Sunday._ "The wind has not gone down however. It now (at 10.30) blows a pretty stiff gale, the sea has also risen; and the _Elba's_ bows rise and fall about 9 feet. We make twelve pitches to the minute, and the poor cable must feel very sea-sick by this time. We are quite unable to do anything, and continue riding at anchor in one thousand fathoms, the engines going constantly so as to keep the ship's bows up to the cable, which by this means hangs nearly vertical and sustains no strain but that caused by its own weight and the pitching of the vessel. We were all up at four, but the weather entirely forbade work for to-day, so some went to bed and most lay down, making up our leeway, as we nautically term our loss of sleep. I must say Liddell is a fine fellow and keeps his patience and temper wonderfully; and yet how he does fret and fume about trifles at home! This wind has blown now for thirty-six hours, and yet we have telegrams from Bona to say the sea there is as calm as a mirror. It makes one laugh to remember one is still tied to the shore. Click, click, click, the pecker is at work; I wonder what Herr P---- says to Herr L----; tests, tests, tests, nothing more. This will be a very anxious day. "_June 14._ "Another day of fatal inaction. "_June 15._ "9.30.--The wind has gone down a deal; but even now there are doubts whether we shall start to-day. When shall I get back to you? "9 P.M.--Four miles from land. Our run has been successful and eventless. Now the work is nearly over I feel a little out of spirits--why, I should be puzzled to say--mere wantonness, or reaction perhaps after suspense. "_June 16._