The next day, we still waited, wondering how long we should remain in Yokohama harbour, marooned from the world, knowing nothing of what was going on, unable to communicate with friends. That night, the Chaplain of the Huron, Lieut Riddle, came aboard and announced that clothes would be provided for the needy, of whatever nationality. Many were without clothing. Women were in deshabille, men in undershirts. The saddest were the Russian refugees, particularly those of the 'White' persuasion who had nowhere to go. They had taken refuge in Yokohama; where would they find refuge now? When she Chaplain reg: stered their names, he asked them Where they wanted to go to and many said, ''America, only to learn that the gates to bat country still might be closed. What will become of these Russians! In Kove we learned that the Soviet Government had sent a ship to repatriate them, but for some Russians repatriation is not yet a possibility.
Six days were spent in Yokohama harbour on the Andre Lebon, waiting to find a ship to Kobe or some other place. The profusion of orders, the burning city night, and the personalities on board the ship offered some relief from the monotony of waiting and the irksomeness of uncertainty. No cables were transmitted. No wirelesses were sent. No news. Just waiting, waiting, until'one almost gave up hope of ever getting anywhere.
Finaly, the President Wilson have into sight and many of the refugees were transferred to ker. The Australia left for Kobe; the President Pierce came and went and, finally, the Andre Lebon sailed after having found her machinery intact and in ship shape condition shore.
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