Boat trip up the bay and the Sacramento to New Helvetia
  An appeal to the alcalde
  Kanackas
  Straits of San Pueblo and Pedro
  Straits of Carquinez
  Town of Francisca
  Feather-beds furnished by nature
  Mouth of the Sacramento
  Islands
  Delaware Tom
  A man who has forgotten his mother tongue
  Salmon of the Sacramento
  Indian fishermen
  Arrive at New Helvetia.

October 22.—­Having determined to make a trip to Nueva Helvetia by water, for the purpose of examining more particularly the upper portion of the bay and the Sacramento river, in conjunction with Mr. Larkin, we chartered a small open sail-boat for the excursion.  The charter, to avoid disputes, was regularly drawn and signed, with all conditions specified.  The price to be paid for a certain number of passengers was thirty-two dollars, and demurrage at the rate of twenty-five cents per hour for all delays ordered by the charter-party, on the trip upwards to Nueva Helvetia.  The boat was to be ready at the most convenient landing at seven o’clock this morning, but when I called at the place appointed, with our baggage, the boat was not there.  In an hour or two the skipper was found, but refused to comply with his contract.  We immediately laid our grievance before the alcalde, who, after reading the papers and hearing the statements on both sides, ordered the skipper to perform what he had agreed to perform, to which decision he reluctantly assented.  In order to facilitate matters, I paid the costs of the action myself, although the successful litigant in the suit.

We left San Francisco about two o’clock P.M., and, crossing the mouth of the bay, boarded a Mexican schooner, a prize captured by the U.S. sloop-of-war Cyane, Captain Dupont, which had entered the bay this morning and anchored in front of Sausolito.  The prize is commanded by Lieutenant Renshaw, a gallant officer of our navy.  Our object in boarding the schooner was to learn the latest news, but she did not bring much.  We met on board the schooner Lieutenant Hunter of the Portsmouth, a chivalrous officer, and Lieutenant Ruducoff, commanding the Russian brig previously mentioned, whose vessel, preparatory to sailing, was taking in water at Sausolito.  Accepting of his pressing invitation, we visited the brig, and took a parting glass of wine with her gallant and gentlemanly commander.

About five o’clock P.M., we proceeded on our voyage.  At eight o’clock a dense fog hung over the bay, and, the ebb-tide being adverse to our progress, we were compelled to find a landing for our small and frail craft.  This was not an easy matter, in the almost impenetrable darkness.  As good-luck would have it, however, after we had groped about for some time, a light was discovered by our skipper.  He rowed the boat towards it, but grounded.  Hauling off, he made another attempt with better success, reaching within hailing distance of the shore.  The light proceeded from a camp-fire of three Kanacka (Sandwich island) runaway sailors.  As soon as they ascertained who we were and what we wanted, they stripped themselves naked, and, wading through the mud and water to the boat, took us on their shoulders, and carried us high and dry to the land.  The boat, being thus lightened of her burden, was rowed farther up, and landed.