They had been at San Diego last, had
been lying at San Pedro nearly a month, and had received three
thousand hides from the pueblo. These were taken from her the next
day, which filled us up, and we both got under weigh on the 4th, she
bound up to San Francisco again, and we to San Diego, where we arrived
on the 6th.
We were always glad to see San Diego; it being the depot, and a snug
little place, and seeming quite like home, especially to me, who had
spent a summer there. There was no vessel in port, the Rosa having
sailed for Valparaiso and Cadiz, and the Catalina for Callao, nearly a
month before. We discharged our hides, and in four days were ready
to sail again for the windward; and, to our great joy- for the last
time! Over thirty thousand hides had been already collected, cured,
and stowed away in the house, which, together with what we should
collect, and the Pilgrim would bring down from San Francisco, would
make out her cargo. The thought that we were actually going up for the
last time, and that the next time we went round San Diego point it
would be "homeward bound," brought things so near a close, that we
felt as though we were just there, though it must still be the greater
part of a year before we could see Boston.
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