night to that of the previous night, W. Smith and I proposed to steer back to a bay which we had seen in the forenoon. The stupid Frenchman claimed that there was no safe anchorage nearby, that he had seen the bay we were referring to, but that it wasn't safe, and Dr. Harvey, who made us believe that we had no interest in his boat and only wished to get on land, was, despite all our imagination, hardly induced to give in to our suggestion. [Since] we were in the bay and he saw the safe anchorage, he immediately knew that it was Driver's Bay(093), that it was such a beautiful anchorage and so on. The natives call this place Yainkabidni* ( 059 ) and it is known and loved by them because of its abundance of fish, which go up with the tide into the sea water river, since the natives then make a kind of fish trap, which they close when the tide goes out, and so catch the fish easily and in abundance. By the way, the water in the bay is so bad that it almost made me sick; it is drawn from an 8 - 10 foot deep local well dug into the sand. With my meager supper we had to go to sleep as our supply of food was running out.

December 20th, 1840. Sunday.
W. Smith suggested a trip to the surrounding area, which I agreed to all the more since Punalta had already informed me of his decision to go from here on land to his family, and the persistently unfavorable wind prevented us from going out to sea again. The next area was marshy, cut through by two influences from the sea, in which we saw the fish sluices or traps of the natives and noticed many footsteps around them. The low hills behind were covered with dense undergrowth, which, with no view, was uninviting to us.

( 060 ) December 21st, 1840.
We had to spend another long day and a boring night in Yainkabidni, where the wind wouldn't turn a hair's breadth in our favor. In the afternoon W. Smith and I walked for a long time along the beach of the bay towards the north, where we got a fair view, but only over poor, bushy land. Our meat was completely exhausted, so it was of some importance to us that Dr. Harvey shot several seabirds and also some ducks.

December 22nd, 1840.
This morning we were pleased to notice that the wind had shifted a little in our favor. As we were having breakfast, a lonely native, a man of about 20 years old, named Kurgalta*, came to us, who initially acted a little shy, but soon gained confidence and went on board with us. However, later he became very seasick, and when he saw that we were always sailing south, [he] finally became very restless and asked me to put him on land, which, however, was impossible before evening. According to Dr. Harvey's statement, we had expected to spend the night at Budlo, but this still seemed very far away, ( 061 ) so we were happy to find a bay that sheltered us from the southerly wind, and to the native we owed our water, which we much needed. He called this place Mokomai* or Maimoko*, showed us a small waterhole and then left as quickly as he could, barely taking the time to pick up a knife that I offered him.