up, wriggling with every swell like a willow basket—­the sea all round us full of the floating fragments of her sheeting, twisted and torn into a spongy condition.  In less than an hour the boat returned, saying that the beach was quite near, not more than a mile away, and had a good place for landing.  All the boats were then carefully lowered, and manned by crews belonging to the ship; a piece of the gangway, on the leeward side, was cut away, and all the women, and a few of the worst-scared men, were lowered into the boats, which pulled for shore.  In a comparatively short time the boats returned, took new loads, and the debarkation was afterward carried on quietly and systematically.  No baggage was allowed to go on shore except bags or parcels carried in the hands of passengers.  At times the fog lifted so that we could see from the wreck the tops of the hills, and the outline of the shore; and I remember sitting on, the upper or hurricane deck with the captain, who had his maps and compass before him, and was trying to make out where the ship was.  I thought I recognized the outline of the hills below the mission of Dolores, and so stated to him; but he called my attention to the fact that the general line of hills bore northwest, whereas the coast south of San Francisco bears due north and south.  He therefore concluded that the ship had overrun her reckoning, and was then to the north of San Francisco.  He also explained that, the passage up being longer than usual, viz., eighteen days, the coal was short; that at the time the firemen were using some cut-up spars along with the slack of coal, and that this fuel had made more than usual steam, so that the ship must have glided along faster than reckoned.  This proved to be the actual case, for, in fact, the steamship Lewis was wrecked April 9, 1853, on “Duckworth Reef,” Baulinas Bay, about eighteen miles above the entrance to San Francisco.

The captain had sent ashore the purser in the first boat, with orders to work his way to the city as soon as possible, to report the loss of his vessel, and to bring back help.  I remained on the wreck till among the last of the passengers, managing to get a can of crackers and some sardines out of the submerged pantry, a thing the rest of the passengers did not have, and then I went quietly ashore in one of the boats.  The passengers were all on the beach, under a steep bluff; had built fires to dry their clothes, but had seen no human being, and had no idea where they were.  Taking along with me a fellow-passenger, a young chap about eighteen years old, I scrambled up the bluff, and walked back toward the hills, in hopes to get a good view of some known object.  It was then the month of April, and the hills were covered with the beautiful grasses and flowers of that season of the year.  We soon found horse paths and tracks, and following them we came upon a drove of horses grazing at large, some of which had saddle-marks.  At about two miles