February 9, 1943 (Tuesday)

“Buttons,” Espiritu Santo

Patrol 800 miles, 024 to 030. Results negative. The usual lousy weather prevailed. Took a look at the tiny island of Tikopia. Very pretty small lagoon in the usual dimunative native village. All the islands hereabouts are old volcanic cones, usually well broken down. The area of Tikopia is not more than a few square miles at the most: I say 3 sq.m. How the natives managed to exist in such a dot is a mystery to me.

My skinned knee bled all night and throughout the patrol today. Whole lower right leg was crusted with dried blood when I finally got back in today. Doc fixed it up again with some sulfanilamide powder. Seems a little better this evening.