telegraph these in the morning to Skowhegan, sending them
to the care of the Moores, that they might forward them.
But the next night showed that this had not been
necessary.

Friday night George and the others went on for a
quarter of an hour. Then they would rest, saying, "two,"
"three," or whatever their next signal time would be.
Before morning I had these despatches:--

14. "Write to all hands that we are doing well.
Langdon's baby is named Io, and Leonard's is named
Phoebe."

How queer that was! What a coincidence! And they
had some humor there.

15 was: "Our atmosphere stuck to us. It weighs
three tenths of an inch--our weight."

16. "Our rain-fall is regular as the clock. We have
made a cistern of Kilpatrick."

This meant the spherical chamber of that name.

17. "Write to Darwin that he is all right. We began
with lichens and have come as far as palms and hemlocks."

These were the first night's messages. I had
scarcely covered the eye-glasses and adjusted the