Friday, November 22nd, 1867

Made 144 miles. Looked very much like a storm but has blown over. A Bark and Brig in sight but I dare not venture on deck to see them on account of my neuralgia. I can scarce conceive it is Nov – a quite good daylight now at 7 o’clock and daylight at half past four in the morn. This delightful weather adds much to our lengthy passage, the time don’t appear half so long. Capt. says who would ever have thought I’d go to California. He is quite reconciled to it and looks remarkably well notwithstanding.