same country overland; that Fremont was therewith
his exploring party; that the navy had already taken
possession, and that a regiment of volunteers, Stevenson’s,
was to follow us from New York; but nevertheless we
were impatient to reach our destination. About
the middle of January the ship began to approach the
California coast, of which the captain was duly cautious,
because the English and Spanish charts differed some
fifteen miles in the longitude, and on all the charts
a current of two miles an hour was indicated northward
along the coast. At last land was made one morning,
and here occurred one of those accidents so provoking
after a long and tedious voyage. Macomb, the
master and regular navigator, had made the correct
observations, but Nicholson during the night, by an
observation on the north star, put the ship some twenty
miles farther south than was the case by the regular
reckoning, so that Captain Bailey gave directions to
alter the course of the ship more to the north, and
to follow the coast up, and to keep a good lookout
for Point Pinos that marks the location of Monterey
Bay. The usual north wind slackened, so that
when noon allowed Macomb to get a good observation,
it was found that we were north of Ano Nuevo, the
northern headland of Monterey Bay. The ship
was put about, but little by little arose one of those
southeast storms so common on the coast in winter,
and we buffeted about for several days, cursing that
unfortunate observation on the north star, for, on
first sighting the coast, had we turned for Monterey,
instead of away to the north, we would have been snugly
anchored before the storm. But the southeaster
abated, and the usual northwest wind came out again,
and we sailed steadily down into the roadstead of
Monterey Bay. This is shaped somewhat like a
fish hook, the barb being the harbor, the point being
Point Pinos, the southern headland. Slowly the
land came out of the water, the high mountains about
Santa Cruz, the low beach of the Saunas, and the strongly-marked
ridge terminating in the sea in a point of dark pine-trees.
Then the line of whitewashed houses of adobe, backed
by the groves of dark oaks, resembling old apple-trees;
and then we saw two vessels anchored close to the
town. One was a small merchant-brig and another
a large ship apparently dismasted. At last we
saw a boat coming out to meet us, and when it came
alongside, we were surprised to find Lieutenant Henry
Wise, master of the Independence frigate, that we had
left at Valparaiso. Wise had come off to pilot
us to our anchorage. While giving orders to
the man at the wheel, he, in his peculiar fluent style,
told to us, gathered about him, that the Independence
had sailed from Valparaiso a week after us and had
been in Monterey a week; that the Californians had
broken out into an insurrection; that the naval fleet
under Commodore Stockton was all down the coast about
San Diego; that General Kearney had reached the country,
but had had a severe battle at San Pascual, and had