Prayed in the morning, and sailed out with the ebbing tide at 9.30 a.m., after saying goodbye to faithful Patron.
As I raised the anchor and drifted out in a faint breeze, the old man to whom we had given some salt last night came tearing after me in his canoe and brought two fresh
eggs in payment. When he saw that I was sailing alone, he broke into tears and, pointing to each of the two eggs in turn, sobbed ‘Americano’ and ‘Filipino’, then ‘amigo’
–friends. I believe he understood what it was all about.
Am alone now and in His hands. but cannot be better cared for!