December 12th, 1840.
After we had had a good rest and breakfast, we weighed up our anchor for the return journey and quickly went down the river with the strong ebb and a favorable wind. W. Smith suggested climbing one of the nearest hills and spending the night there, alone with Dr. Harvey insisted on driving. When we came to the bay where we ( 053 ) had last anchored on our voyage, I expressed my desire to spend the coming night there, and Smith agreed with me, but [Dr.] Harvey wanted to have his way and went into the open gulf. When we came out on the foredeck in the morning and looked around, we could hardly believe our eyes because we hadn't gained a mile in eight hours with a favorable wind.

December 13th, 1840.
The wind blew favorably in the morning, but in the afternoon it turned against us and the sea was so high that it was considered advisable to anchor. At Smith's suggestion we anchored under Mount Young(092) first, but Dr. Harvey fancied that the water was not deep enough for his mighty ship, to which he always tried to make a grand appearance, and insisted on going back to the bay north of Lowley Point, over twenty miles from where we were. A raging wind took us there in a few hours, and we were already looking forward to the carefree night that lay ahead of us again, when Dr. Harvey said he saw a safe bay with a ( 054 ) river, and sent his Frenchman up to the mast and suggested anchoring there. I couldn't look around because of my bad hand, but I found [myself] very disappointed when we were anchored and the bay seemed very open to me. We had barely been there an hour when the tide came in and waves as high as a yard rolled into the bay with terrible violence and threatened to smash our ship. Now everyone, even the stubborn Frenchman, saw that we were in a bad anchorage and an attempt was made to set sail again for the oft-mentioned bay, which was not more than two miles away. We raised the anchor and raised the sails, but the waves and the headwind only drove us inland instead of out of the bay, so we let the anchor go again and patiently awaited our fate. At first everyone except me wanted to stay on board, but soon the waves became so terrible that everyone except W. Smith wanted to go ashore. Accordingly we packed some of the provisions and other things into the dinghy, lowered two barrels of water into the sea, and then, apart from Smith, who wanted to swim, we went into the dinghy ourselves. We were barely three steps away from the ship when a powerful ( 055 ) wave foamed up behind us and filled the dinghy with water, and the second one, which came close behind, completely overturned us. Luckily we were just far enough to be able to touch the ground with our feet, otherwise my life might have been in danger, because everyone had so much to do with themselves that they might not have paid attention to me right away, and I can't swim a foot myself. We now waded ashore, gathered up the things from the boat as the sea gradually washed them onto the shore, and went to sleep with half-wet clothes, miserable suppers spoiled by salt water, and with many worries. In addition, I had a terrible pain in my left hand, which was already sore, but due to the salt water and the lack of fresh bread that I could have put on it, it turned into a widespread and very painful inflammation.