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Continued
November 14, 1850
Packet Ship Mosconome 400 m. from
San Francisco
Dear George,
As Iam on my passage home on this
ship and there is cholera on board,
there is a possibility that I may be
attacked by it, and as I am in bad
health: not having recovered from the
attack of fever and chills of which I
wrote you in my letter from San
Francisco, I deem it a matter of prudence that I make a statement of my
affairs in writing, seal it and direct it to
you per Mr. Henry Noble, in whose
care I shall leave what articles I have
here, both of money and other articles.
These articles are, however, not worth
anything unless I should be able to see
to them myself and be able to carry
them home with me; that is, if circumstances should require me to leave
anyone to attend to my affairs.
Be assured, dear brother, that in
these times when death and danger
surround me, there is a consolation in
the consciousness of having lived a
mora) life and in having lived a life in
which principle has been the rule of
action, principle founded upon justice
and morality.
This is not what we were taught to
believe Christianity to be, and probably many of our Christian friends
would think it not worthy of being
harbored as a reflection of consolation
in such an hour as this. But to me the
reflection of having lived morally even
amid all the influences which have
surrounded me during my absence and
of having done justly by my fellow man
is a consolation that I would not
exchange for any.earthly benefit. Thus
far on this journey, even ever since I
left home, the protecting hand of a
merciful God has been my shield.
Dear brother, I have already said
far more than I thought of saying when
I commenced, but one word more. I
have seen many hardships, dangers
and privations, and made nothing by it,
ie. accumulated no property; but if I
arrive at home with my health, I shall
ever be glad that I have taken this trip.
Absence from my friends has given me
a true valuation of them, and also it has
taught me to appreciate the comforts
and blessings of home. Above all, the
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circumstances attendant upon the journey, combined with reflection, have
impressed upon my mind a proper
appreciation of the overruling hand of
an all-wise and kind Being in the
affairs of mankind..
Brother
William Swain
December 23, 1850
At sea near Panama
Dear Mother and Sabrina,
Through the mercy of God I am
here in safety and in good health,
having had a pleasant passage from
San Francisco from whence we sailed
on the 10th of November about noon.
A fine gentle land breeze wafted our
noble ship from her moorings towards
the entrance of the Bay, six miles
distant.
We were soon passing safely
through the narrow and rockbound
channel with the wind and tide in our
favor, and standing out on the broad
surface of the great Pacific. As we
passed the entrance, we had a fine
opportunity of observing the great capability of the Bay, its great security,
and the absolute control a good fortification on either side would have of it.
The entrance of the Bay is two miles
wide from shore to shore. The channel
is near the center, and the banks on
In 1849, an artist viewed the traffic in San Francisco Bay. The semaphore tower atop
Telegraph Hill signalled the arrival and departure of schooners and steamships.
boths sides are high.
The breezes of heaven favored our
voyage, and we dashed on our trackless
course in majestic style, passing on our
outward course one brig bound in and
two ships anchored off the Bay, while
ten other ships which sailed from the
Bay loaded with passengers for Panama in company with us kept us company, specking the bounding billow with
their dark hulks and imparting life to
the scene by their broad and glittering
canvas.
Off the Bay we had the pleasure of
seeing a number of whales, some near
and others far from us, spouting and
throwing their huge backs above the
surface of the water. Schools of blackfish — small whales — also were
rolling about like so many cattle rolling
in the deep; porpoise in great number,
puffing and blowing, would occasionally pass our path. This was the first time
I had looked forth upon ocean, and
altogether it was far more gratifying
than I had expected, and I considered
myself greatly favored by having an
opportunity to see so many of the
beauties and wonders of the deep in so
short a time.
Our craft traversed her watery way
for a distance of near 600 miles before
our fine breeze failed and we traversed
the rest of the journey with light winds,
while many calms have wearied us out.
Few of our number got seasick and
indeed all were usually well, myself
more so than I had anticipated from
the feeble state of health when I
embarked.
But all was not well. A kind Providence saw fit to visit even our small
company with affliction. That dire
pestilence, cholera, was among us —
and from its dreadful effects we consigned two of our number to a watery
grave. Many others were sick, but with
the blessings of heaven upon the means
used, they were restored and the
scourge removed from among us.
Certainly when I reflect upon the
gauntlet I have passed in this deadly
disease, I am constrained to recognize
the preserving care of a kind Providence.
I take great pleasure in saying that
we have a very roomy, clean and
commoding ship, and a captain who is
a gentleman and, I think, a Christian.
We arrived at Realejo in twentyeight days from San Francisco, Here
we stopped three days. The village is
eight miles from the bay, and on the
second day at daybreak I left the ship
in company with a boat. The passengers for the village and the boatman
plied the oars to the tune of Cheerly O!
and we passed quickly across the small
December 6, 1981/San Francisco Sunday Examiner & Chronicle 2 8.