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[[preprinted]] SATURDAY, APRIL 22, 1865. [[/preprinted]]
Quite sick.  Doctor duplicates Rothrocks dose for me, which operates late in the afternoon.  Pass St Maria Island and are followed by numbers of the beautiful Larus argentatus, and other gulls, remarkably tame.  Flying close to ones head almost in reach.  Pass between the mainland and a large island with steep and furrowed sides.  It was called St Margarita Island.  There didn't seem to be any grass or vegetation on the sides of it.

[[preprinted]] SUNDAY 23 [[/preprinted]]
Feel a little better.  Day clear and cold.  No land in sight.  See numbers of porpoises and other marine animals, also numbers of gulls.  In the Afternoon at seven, speak the "John H. Stephens a lower coast steamer, and receive the terrible news of Lincolns assassination and the attempt on Secretary Seward, although the news of the breaking up of the rebellion shows a brighter lining to the lowering cloud.  Sherman has "stopped over" as I always mistrusted he would.  He is a copperhead tacked onto a fighting body.

[[preprinted]] MONDAY 24 [[/preprinted]]
Another sick day.  Rothrock very careful & kind.  Land in sight occasionally  Lying all day in Bobs bunk on deck.  Find by the paper that the Shubrick arrived in San Francisco the twelfth inst with Col. Buckley.
Take considerable quinine and a little morphine  Sam looks after me very well but I can't eat, if I was to get its weight in gold.  Panama fever is the very devil to take a fellow down.  Lost 27 lbs already.

[[preprinted]] TUESDAY 25 1865. [[/preprinted]]
Feel quite well but a little weak.  We shall make the Gate tonight unless something happens to this old tub to make her go faster.  Arrived about nine o'clock and after being half asleep and in bed was routed out to go to the Hotel, The Am. Exchange.  Rothrock and I roam about a little to get something to eat but I feel too weak to do much and go back to bed while he keeps on.  Sleep soundly and well the result of wandering about till tired

[[preprinted]] WEDNESDAY 26 [[/preprinted]]
The Hotel seems a very fair one much better than the What Cheer House, which it was proposed to go to.  The fare is clean and good, but I can't muster up an appetite to save me.  Old Bischoff can't be found.  The last that was seen of him, he was going off with another Dutchman and he has probably gone to some Dutch boarding house.  San Francisco is a poor city; the buildings are especially mean.  I have not come across a fine one except it be a hotel, in all my wanderings.

[[preprinted]] THURSDAY 27 [[/preprinted]]
Roam about a little.  Can't find Capt. W. N. Noyes but find old Mr Noyes who invites me to dine with him tomorrow at his house in Guy place, leading out of first street near Folsom.  Go up and go over the Washington Market, so celebrated.  I never in my life saw any market surpassing it.  The vegetables and the fish were especially remarkable.  The lobsters, so called, are spiny & covered with hair & have no large claws.  They eat black mussels and a species of Tapes.  The flounders are striped red black & white on the fins, and the salmon are very large