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[[underlined]]April 18 cont'd [[/underlined]]    18 [[circled]]4[[/circled]]

to narrow [[bright?]] with brown (on close inspection red sand) beach. Here Capt, Freddy went in to land taking me with them. This is a place Porter passed up because of surface & with [[Fred Ziesennhemne?]] and I on one of the Hancock visits to James were afraid to tackle ( for this sort of landing I believe a dory is better than a skiff & when I remember the old Albatross days I believe the round bottomed affair we called a [[pram?]] better yet.

   The often grassy slopes of this [[bright?]]are a great gathering ground for [[bunns?]] and goats. Saw 7 +/- of former and several hundred goat; many with hind half white [[image: goat]] front half red brown. [[Calw?]] a couple of sea lions on beach; one little pup so thin you could see & count his ribs without difficulty. We got in and over very nicely though it didn't look any too good ? [[first?]] Freddy and Cpt. counted (& judged) the waves just right & we