4:30 a.m.—­Commodore of the “Lotus” comes on deck, and takes an observation; all favorable; commodore draws bucket of water out of the sea and makes toilet, white beard of the commodore waves gently in the breeze; fine-looking old sea-dog that commodore of the “Lotus.”

Sunday Morning.—­All quiet; air very clear and bracing.  Shore resembles new world.  Feel like Christopher Columbus discovering America.  Peaceful and happy emotions animate bosom; think I hear Sabbath bells—­evidently don’t:  no Sabbath bells anywhere around.  Penitentiary of San Quentin in the distance; look at San Quentin, and feel emotion of sadness steal over me; moral reflection to try and avoid San Quentin as long as possible.

5 a.m.—­Noise in cabins; boots flying in the air; cries for mercy; reconciliation and eye-openers all round.  Everybody on deck; next minute everybody overboard bathing; water very cold; teeth chattering; something warming necessary for all hands.  Yawl goes out fishing; two small boats at the disposal of Irrepressibles; a row by sunlight; no moon last night; funny boy says, “Bring moon along next time!” Everybody sees San Quentin at the same moment; half-the-crew advise Irrepressibles to “go home at once.”  Cries of “hi yi.”  Irrepressibles say “they will inform on half-the-crew when they get there”; disturbance on deck in consequence; Commodore suggests a new search for bait; order restored; new search for bait instituted.  Three fellows sing “Father, come home,” and look toward San Quentin.  Bad jokes on the prison every ten minutes throughout the day.  Small fleet of stern-wheel ducks come alongside for breakfast; ducks in great danger of the galley; flock of pelicans, with tremendous bowsprits, fly overhead; pistol-shot carries away tail feathers of pelican; order restored.

8 a.m.—­Irrepressibles propose naval engagement; three small boats armed and equipped for the fray.  Irrepressibles routed; some taken prisoners; great excitement; quantities of water dashed in all directions; boats rapidly filling; two fellows overboard; cries for help, “fellows can’t swim a stroke”; intense excitement; boat sinks in five feet of water and two feet of mud; the fellows brought on board to be wrung out.  Irrepressibles hang everything in the rigging to dry.  Imagination takes her accustomed flight; good study of nude Irrepressibles in great number; think we must resemble the barge of Cleopatra on the Nile! unlucky thought; no Cleopatra on board.  Subject reconsidered; lucky fancy—­the Greek gods on a yachting cruise.  Sun very hot; another bath all round; a drop of something, for fear of catching cold; the Greek gods on deck indulge in negro dances; two men on shore look on, and wonder what’s up.  Sun intensely hot; Greek gods turn in for a square sleep!

It becomes necessary to suppress the bosom friend, who, it is superfluous to state, was one of the leaders of the Irrepressibles on the memorable occasion—­and the balance of his log is consigned to the locker of oblivion.