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                  Thursday 
This morning according to the Capts reconing we are within a few hours sail of port and we have got a fair wind but there is such a dense fog that we cannot see a mile from us. We are now heading as we suppose towards the mouth of the bay of San Francisco. About nine o clock we descried the land and steered directly for it. We got within a mile and a half of it and the Capt thought we was going wrong and we tacked ship in a terrible hurry and stood out to sea again till the fog cleared away so he could see. After we had run about 15 miles from the land we saw the small group of rocks which is the land mark to the entrance of the bay and come to find out if we had kept on when we tacked we should have been in port by that turn as we was going just right. We put about and headed for the land again but our breeze had all died away and we could not make a mile in an hour. However we kept poking along as fast as we could and got in sight of the land again just before dark and soon we saw a pilot boat bearing down towards us. He came alongside and asked the Capt if he wanted a Pilot and he said he did when one came on board and Piloted us into the Harbor of San Francisco our destined port where we arrived and cast anchor at 12 clock P.M. and if there was ever 12 hearty cheers given in the world they was given when that old [[underlined]] Mud Hook [[/underlined]] went down after which a song was sung dedicated to the Officers of the Ship Capitol by a portion of the Passengers which passed off with a great deal of enthusiasm. They congratulated one another for their good luck on the whole voyage and seemed to feel sorry to leave each other. Thus ends our long and tedious voyage and may God deliver us from haveing to make the Ocean our home so long again.