From the under surface of the clouds there are continual emissions of lurid light; electric matter is in continual evolution from their component molecules; the gaseous elements of the air need to be slaked with moisture; for innumerable columns of water rush upwards into the air and fall back again in white foam.

Whither are we flying? My uncle lies full length across the raft.

The heat increases. I refer to the thermometer; it indicates⁠ ⁠… (the figure is obliterated).

Sunday, 23. ⁠—Where are we? Driven forward with a swiftness that cannot be measured.