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There was now a move on foot by someone who was ready to break camp and turn homeward, but the weather began to moderate and the chance was favorable for a chase and the murmurings of the party for a move was disregarded until we at least could secure a few days of good hunting. We were rewarded several days later for our patience, for awakening one morning we found our ideal day awaiting us and we lost only our breakfast so eager were we for the sport. 5 A.M. Found us in the field eagerly scanning the Kelp in all directions for the sight of a nose. It must have been l 2 hours later no otter having shown himself when our attention was attracted by a peculiar squeal, now loud, now very faint and weak appearing to be a long way off. It was more like a very young pig squealing that any other noise l can describe, but where it came from or what it was greatly stirred us. Numerous suggestions were offered, but none excepted [accepted] and longingly for our strange willowisp [will-o-the-wisp] when I suddently [suddenly] within 10 feet of our boat an otter arose laying on l her back with her young in her arms. The moment she appeared above the surface of the water the young one -gave- uttered this perculiar [peculiar] cry we were chasing, the cry was smoothered [smothered] almost instantly by the mother diving. We gave chase and it lasted nearly an hour the mother growing tired and closely pressed as the cry of their young gave us the advantage over her and so closely did we press her that in order to save herself she finally dove and when she next appeared what seemed to us a dive of a longer duration she was along, we only saw her this one time, she had escaped us by drowning her young.

Our good weather allowed us several days hunting, but while we saw upwards of 100 otters, we failed to get anymore. It was now about the middle of September and another blow threatening, we voted to pull for the south. As soon as it was decided that we were to go, everybody became anxious to get away for home. Preparations now was [were] under way in earnest, good feeling and cheer was [were] uppermost in the minds and actions of all. The loading was completed before dark the evening before our departure, only the bedding and cooking utensils remained to be loaded next morning.


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Big Sur 22

We were well abreast the heartland the neat morning before daylight overtook us and after a few hours [of] leisurely rowing we were overhauled by a breeze from the northwest, which called for a bit of sailing. The signal was given to hoist sail and the order must have been anticipated from the alacrity in which the masts were made fast and sails ran up. In a few minutes we were scudding before a fine breeze and the thrill that I experienced while laying comfortable on my back drinking in all the sensations of a young and vigorous manhood it would be hard to describe.

Our trip had harden[ed] and made iron men of us all. We were expert oarsmen as well as surfman, enjoying perfect health, traveling homeward without an effort on our part at the rate of 5 to 6 miles an hour, it was almost unbelievable, so beautiful was life to us – no cares did we allow to darken an instant of our peace. We rounded Point Phieffer, [Pfeiffer] which was a bit choppy, just enough to add spice to our sailing about 10 A.M. At 2 we were well around and into smooth sailing again. A large school of whale-killer[s] passed us traveling up the coast. Our Captain would allow no sport with them at this time as he scented trouble if we should by a chance cross their path, although we would have liked to chanced a shot at them. They made a splendid target each time they breached as they showed a large white spot on each side as they rose each time half out of water.

About 4 P.M. We sighted the entrance to Arroyo Grande, our beloved garden spot, never did boys welcome a lonely isolated spot as we did the old camp ground of two months before, but our stay was short for the next morning with the stars we were on our way. This day proved more like ordinary living as we had a dead calm all day and were compelled to row every foot into Pacific Valley under a red hot sun and a silvery white glare on the water, not even a ripple was seen and an almost swell less [sic] sea I have never seen, just such an other glassy monotonous waste of water, it was simply cruel it was so still and smooth.

One night at the Valley and then out again. On passing our sea rocks where we had so cruelly shot to death many sea lions on our trip up, there were none to be seen, evidently they migrate at certain times during the year for months or more at a time. On leaving the Valley we had with us a young fellow who we met there who wanted to reach home having been stranded during the summer at the Valley and we obligingly gave him a ride down with us as he lived several miles this side of our home landing. He asked if we could drop him at the mouth of the San Carpojo which we did. He afterwards joined the crew and became an excellent boatman. Three hours later we landed at our starting point. Safe and glad to get home, being stocked with 2 otter furs valued at $800.00 and twice that amount of experience and besides worlds of good times, happily spent.


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