struck, everything that skill and seamanship could devise was resorted to in order to save her, but all to no avail.
In leaving the ship some of the boats were turned end over end, but other boats, being near at hand, rescued their crews. The ship soon went to pieces and everything was lost. But, happily, the crew was saved.
They stated that Captain Hudson was the last man to leave the ship, and that the coolness and calmness displayed by him during the wreck had secured the admiration of all hands.
The commodore, fearing to attempt crossing the bar in his own ship, the Vincennes, two days afterward transferred his broad pennant to the brig Porpoise, and with the schooner, and boats of the Peacock, remained here to survey the Columbia River and its bar, while Captain Ringgold proceeded in the Vincennes to San Francisco with a part of the Peacock's crew on board.
So we soon squared away and stood to sea. On the 12th we approached the shore and took a look at the land about Cape Blanco. The coast everywhere presented a dreary prospect. On the 14th we made Port San Francisco and ran in. We crossed the bar in five fathoms of water, and having a fair wind proceeded up the bay and anchored off Yerba Buena, a small Spanish settlement. Several vessels were lying at anchor here, among them were two American ships and a brig. We were soon boarded by Captain Phelps of the ship Alert of Boston, who informed us of the death of the President of the United States, Wm. H. Harrison.
On the 17th we up anchor again and stood over to Sansalito, or Whaler’s Bay, not far from Captain Suter’s
