"More than Somewhat."

It has been raining when we wake on Monday, and some of us have not slept too well, especially in the waterproof tent where the rain could not get out. It is raining, with wind. Furthermore, it is more than somewhat cold, and Hubert wanders round moaning, "Oh, the pain, the pain!" Then Tony comes over and says if he is us, he will move to the wool-shed, and we move to the wool-shed, and it is cold and more than somewhat draughty, and Hubert moans, "Oh, the pain!" It is too rough for the launch to come, so we are marooned, and we play poker.

It is still foul weather on Tuesday, but the launch comes, and, together with the eighty odd other guys and dolls on the island, we get off in four loads. The sea is more than somewhat rough, and the trip is adventurous. But we reach the mainland, and with horse-floats and things, get home eventually.

We expect to find plenty of news of fallen empires and things, but the posters are all about "Trampers Marooned on Kapiti Island."