Still hurrying along. The day has come

JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

31 October.--Still hurrying along.  The day has come, and Godalming is sleeping.  I am on watch. The morning is bitterly cold, the furnace heat is grateful, though we have heavy fur coats. As yet we have passed only a few open boats, but none of them had on board any box or package of anything like the size of the one we seek. The men were scared every time we turned our electric lamp on them, and fell on their knees and prayed.