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shore, passing Cape Blanco, 550 miles below Cape 
Flattery. Port Orford, a place celebrated for 
its cedar, is just visible through the haze; the 
rounded hills behind it are quite white with 
snow. Kept close inshore all day, but the weather 
is too cold, and sea too rough, for one to enjoy 
the scenery. 
March 3rd.—Scrambled on deck again about 
7 a.m.; wind. still ahead, but altogether a better 
morning than yesterday. Had a good look at 
Cape Mendozena, a bold rocky headland, to the 
south of which is Mendozena city, consisting of 
a few houses and a groggery. The coast-line 
is exceedingly picturesque and pretty: between 
this headland and Point Arena a series of un- 
dulating hills, capped with massive pine-trees; 
their sides and grassy slopes, reaching down to 
the sea-line, remind me of English hayfields; it 
seems almost like enchantment, the change in 
the vegetation three days only from Vancouver 
Island. 
March 4th.—At sunrise I am on deck, called 
by the captain, to get a peep at the ‘Golden 
Gate.’ There is just enough light to reveal a 
stupendous mass of bold mountain scenery, rising 
apparently from the sea, and towering up 3,000 feet 
and over, until lost in the haze of the morning. 
