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SAIL FOB HOME—PASS THE “ GOLDEN GATE,”—SAD CONDITION OF THE PASSENGERS— 
GRAVES AT THE BASE OF THE SNOWY MOUNTAINS—LAND RECEDES—LUXURIES ON BOARD 
—A DEATH AND BURIAL—ANOTHER DEATH—WHALES AND PORPOISES Versus SERPENTS 
OF FIRE—THUNDER STORM—DEATH OF DOCTOR REED—THREE DEAD BODIES FOUND ON 
BOARD—THE SCURVY—FIVE OF THE PASSENGERS INSANE—EVILS OF THE CREDIT SYS¬ 
TEM—A CULTIVATED MIND DERANGED—MEMORY LOST—ITS CAUSE—THE VICTIM UPON 
THE VERGE OF DEATH—HARPOONING PORPOISES—EXCITING SPORT. 
I had designed to leave San Francisco for home in the steam¬ 
er of the 1st December, and had purchased my ticket with that 
view; but the steamer, being a foreign bottom, was unable to 
clear for another port in California, and having but small capacity 
for coal, I feared detention, and was induced to sell my ticket, 
and take passage in the ship Edward Everett, which w^as to sail 
on the 28th November, and which, I felt confident, would reach 
Panama in advance of the steamer. We were notified to be on 
board at 9 A.M ; and when Mr. Fairchild and myself reached 
the shore with our baggage, we saw the ship two miles out just 
preparing to swing from her moorings. We engaged two hardy 
“tars,” and were soon pulling off for her ; we threaded our way 
through the shipping, and were doing our utmost as we saw 
the anchor of the Everett already up, her foresail aback, and 
she “turning on her heel,” preparatory to standing out to sea. 
We boarded her as she was under way. We passed the clipper- 
ship Architect, which was just weighing anchor for Valparaiso ; 
the captains saluted each other through their trumpets, and we 
passed on through the Golden Gate, with a fair breeze, assisted 
by the unerring ebb tide. The passengers, eighty in number, 
were all on deck to take a last look at the receding landscape. 
It had been but a few short days since they first beheld this 
scene—since they first entered through this “ Gate,” into the 
land of promise. They now look upon the same narrow passage, 
