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[[preprinted]] MONDAY, JULY 9, 1866. [[/preprinted]]
Morning; down to office. order to report on board at 4 P.M. Get books at Choynskis. Into Stearns' office down town, get books at Bancrofts, see Prof. Whitney, buy greenbacks, into Stearns'; down and bid the girls goodbye. Up town, get lunch. Up on to Kearny Street get some lace collars. Down to office. Meet Wright and get a raking from Wicker on account of protest. bid Harbor Commissioners goodbye Stop at Denisons, get Coates's letter and down aboard. Haul out into the stream at 6.15.

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[[preprinted]] TUESDAY 10 [[/preprinted]]
Everything disorganized and demoralized as usual at the start. Lay all day in Mission Cove at Anchor. In the morning set books and things to rights, nail up leathers for tools and writing materials. Afternoon. Mr. Davison from the Shubrick with corporal and a file of marines comes aboard to look after deserters from the army but find none. Some questions raised at the Custom House about clearance, and in the doubt, Captain S. decides to clear, which detains us till tomorrow noon. Everybody pretty mellow.

[[preprinted]] WEDNESDAY 11 [[/preprinted]]
Still at anchor. Day one of the finest of the year. Stirring news from Europe and Cuba. War seems every where on the rampage. About noon tug Lookout comes along side. Anchor away and leave berth at 1.30'. Drop the tug about 3 P.M. and make sail under the stiff breeze SW by S. Glover comes aboard from the Shubrick and goes out to the head with us. A good many sea sick men but feel pretty well my self.
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[[preprinted]] THURSDAY, JULY 12, 1866. [[/preprinted]] 
Weather rough. overcast all day, wind cold W by N. Course mostly W.S.W. Feel mean all day, lay low and read a little. Everything as might be expected wet, dirty and nasty. Landsmen lying round like so many pigs many of them sick, all of them uncomfortable Kelsey and Libbey placed in general charge Ship doing well average six knots. Sea of a very dark blue.

[[preprinted]] FRIDAY 13 [[/preprinted]]
Morning. Rough and all day is ditto to yesterday. Read the True History of a little Ragamuffin by John Greenwood and find it very stupid, but little interesting in the story, no strong connection in the plot, details diffuse but poorly worked out. Course W by S. We are as far west as when a week out last year, and as far north as when eleven days out. Turn in early; dreaming all night of Medford and old times

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[[preprinted]] SATURDAY 14 [[/preprinted]]
Morning, calmer. All hands in consequence fell better, and a grand rush to the breakfast table. Get trawl net bent and nearly rigged for fishing. Try it off the stern for a few minutes and get the Hyalea. Crab. Vetella. floating pumice with Bryozoans &c of last years. The cold northerly winds have driven these animals to the southward which accounts for their scarcity. Play whist and euchre till ten oclock with Alley, Smith & Jerry N.

Transcription Notes:
"G Gate sailed" refers to the ship the Golden Gate, which took the expedition north Ambrosia: reviewed and minor edits