Friday 17th June. The wind very light & the water smooth the ship very steady. The water is now quite blue, and the Sun right above us. The heat in bed is quite oppressive; I lie with my one single blanket half on. After tea the passengers had one of the men playing the fiddle on deck, & commenced dancing reels [?] deuces & quadrilles till a late hour, & afterwards had port wine [?]. Mr. McLachlan (on accot. of eating pork) has been complaining today, & in the evening was bled.