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Letter from Periauger:
Tuesday, August 17, New Bern.
They tell me today is Tuesday - day three of my Odyssey to Hertford.
The morning was pleasant and sunny. My crew took me out for a sail but ended up rowing a lot. A cameraman from WUNC-TV came aboard to do some filming of my crew in action. Ken was at the helm and Bill was handling sails, but with so little wind the rowers from yesterday worked a lot harder today! They got a break however, when they were towed home to port by Ed Ballantine's boat Joan E. She seemed very nice and treated me with respect.
My commander, John, and his wife drove back to Beaufort last night to get his boat (my friend Destiny). Bill drove back this morning in time to help take me out.
Around 3 pm commander John arrived on Destiny after sailing from Beaufort. Now we are all together again after our fleet was scattered by hurricane Charlie. By 3 pm the winds were kicking up to 15 mph, and I was bouncing and rolling at the dock side. Finally around 4:00, Bill, John and Ken rowed me around to the other side of the same dock where the water was calmer (the rest of the crew was napping from their morning workout!). It was good exercise for just two rowers to move me, but they did it smoothly. Too bad we could not have gone sailing; it's what I was born to do.
Lots of people came down to the docks to see me today - and to buy T-shirts and hats (good for my future). Claude and Yvonne Milot were very busy today with those shirts.
This evening a lot of people came down at twilight to see me. My Commander, with the help of Ken, had given them a presentation with slides all about me and the people who put me here. They had come down from Lord Tryon's Palace, where the presentation was given, to take a look at me "in the wood." It must have been an inspiring presentation!
I will enjoy one more day in New Bern, then sail on to Oriental Thursday afternoon. I am looking forward to getting out on the open waters of the Neuse River, which lie tantalizingly close just beyond the harbor.
Keep your cargo dry and your ropes untangled,
Periauger
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