My companion and I their went on down the creek, and soon descried the schooner anchored out in the stream.

On being hailed, a small boat came in and took us on board.

The "captain" willingly agreed for a small sum to carry us down to San Francisco; and, as his whole crew consisted of a small boy about twelve years old, we helped him to get up his anchor and pole the schooner down the creek and out over the bar on a high tide.

This must have been about 2 P.M.Once over the bar, the sails were hoisted, and we glided along rapidly with a strong, fair, northwest wind.

The fog had lifted, so we could see the shores plainly, and the entrance to the bay.