. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... mething to eat. I told Hooper to carry all the sail she would bear in hiswatch, for we must drive her into Frisco before the faminecame, that I saw was inevitable. Our raw dough wasgone, and we were feeding on part of a barrel of hard bis-cuit, over which the cook had spilled some kerosene oil,and even these would not last long, and our molasses, too,was gone. We had run out of the trades and were gettinga very good slant along towards port, now under the star
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... mething to eat. I told Hooper to carry all the sail she would bear in hiswatch, for we must drive her into Frisco before the faminecame, that I saw was inevitable. Our raw dough wasgone, and we were feeding on part of a barrel of hard bis-cuit, over which the cook had spilled some kerosene oil,and even these would not last long, and our molasses, too,was gone. We had run out of the trades and were gettinga very good slant along towards port, now under the starsof our own northern clime, that seemed to twinkle softlydown on us; probably it was through our sad conditionthat they did not appear as bright as when we last sawthem on the broad Atlantic. We were now nearing theland, and the breeze we got was fair, and the Diver wasbowling along, with everything drawing free. The order was passed to keep a sharp lookout for theGolden Gate light. The wind freshened, and dark gloomyclouds enveloped the sky, the sea was toppling on board,and Rounds wanted to heave her to, after a big sea boarded. INTO THE PACIFIC. 101 us over the stern, shaking things up in that quarter gener-ally ; but no, we wanted to make that light, and kept onrunning. Soon the cry of Light, ho ! came from thelookout, and we knew we would soon enter the GoldenGate, where some of our dreams of delicious feasts wouldbe realized. We ran up to the entrance and were sig-nalled by a pilot, who flashed a light on us as we lay part-ly becalmed under the cliffs, but we did not answer, forRounds could take her in, and with a light morning airwe sailed up the bay and cast anchor in the Custom Houseroads, furled our sails neatly for the last time, and beganto look around at the sights of the harbor. 1 did not careabout eating the two or three crackers I had left out ofthe fourteen I got as my share, two or three days before,when we divided up the last barrel, for we were now inthe lan
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