I write beside the fire light exhausted to the bone from walking all day.
We left Mobile this morning and are almost to Mon Louis Island. We have stopped beside the Belles Fountain where we took up water and spit bathed. We knew we were close to the end of the days trek when we began reached the Oriental gardens we cold even smell a little sweet olive that bloomed during a warm spell a couple of weeks ago. Water here is sweet and exhibits a most unusual strength in these parts. It surges from a wood pipe to a height of five foot. A unusual and beautiful sight to behold.

We just learned that our mission will be to removed the lenses from the lighthouse, transport and secret it. Can't tell you diary where to be, least this what I have writ falls into enemy hands.

We are supposed to go up along Pioneer Rd tomorrow and march cross the wooden bridge that crosses Fowl river there.

A lad from Bee Bee point left as a runner for dark, to pass word to the Priest that we are a coming.

My rocks are warm and its time to dig them in.

More tomorrow.