The page for Monday, August 26th says:
Buenaventura - Learn that we are to take 150 soldiers aboard - going to Panama. Whew! Think of steerage. Boiling food in a barrel with a steam pipe injecting steam - then make coffee in the same barrel. Have to remain in our bunks or these natives will steal them. Tough is no name for it. Money is the only way in which we can free ourselves from it, and we cannot afford it. I pray that no disease is brought aboard. Try a hand talking to Steward to fix us on deck - Promises but fails to so to do. Pulling on freight until 11 p.m. No sleep. Only accommodations for 64 people. No life preservers in sight. Not allowed ashore. Truly we are on a troop ship. And cannot help ourselves to betterment. Haul 2 steers through water by horns. Fare from Buenaventura to Panama £3 - steerage an ordinary 1 1/2 day's run. High price. Will have a try for a rebate from the Company. I report our condition. Go to visit Captain but he is ashore. So meantime Chief Officer arranges our bunks in a worse position. Tells Downey that "they are as much entitled to berths as you are" Pretty snappy about it.
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