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New Orleans to San Francisco in
'49
Supplies Run Out
Our supply of food and water was diminishing in a manner that was alarming, considering
that we were still a long way from our journey's end. The allowance of water was again
reduced, and each person had to give a portion of his allowance to be used in cooking his
food. As the principal article of food was salt beef, a good deal of water was needed for
cooking it. It was said that this beef, which was called "salt horse" by the
sailors, was several years old. Whenever a barrel of it was opened, the odor from it was
so strong that the deck would be deserted in a hurry.
One day it was discovered that Mr. Lemon was using fresh water for shaving, and there
was quite an uproar about it. A committee was appointed to see that both the water and the
food were properly distributed. One of the first things done by the committee was to find
out the amount still on hand. During the investigation a half barrel of sugar and a few
other things, that had been secreted by the supercargo for his own use, were found. When
Mr. Cassidy heard of this, he rushed on deck with two revolvers, and ordered that the
secreted provisions be brought on deck at once. As everyone had learned that he was not to
be trifled with, the articles were produced, and equally divided among all on board. My
mother had a small quantity of provision, for which she had paid an excessive rate of
transportation across the Isthmus. On the morning of the Fourth of July she ordered these
brought on deck. Among them were flour, sugar, and lard. She obtained permission to go to
the galley, and with the help of the old negro cook she fried doughnuts, to be divided
among all on board. Flags were hoisted, and though no one felt very light-hearted, all
tried to be patriotic on our nation's birthday. A larger quantity of water than usual was
issued, and with that and our doughnuts we had a feast indeed.
Mother voluntarily turned over the remainder of her provisions to the captain. Yet not
one week after, when the allowance of water was reduced to one pint a day, several
passengers, who called themselves men, asked the committee to make the allowance of water
less for us children than for the adults. However, their request was treated with the
greatest contempt.
By the 15th of July all the supplies except the "salt horse" were getting
low. The bread we were then using was some kind of old, musty Peruvian bread made of
unbolted flour. Though it was as hard as brick it was alive with worms, and we did not
dare let it lie long at a time or it would crawl off. We still had a few beans and a few
peas filled with weevils, but these could not be half cooked owing to the lack of water.
Every precaution was now taken to prevent scurvy from breaking out. A bath-room was
fixed on deck, and everyone was compelled to bathe daily unless a storm was raging.
One of the passengers, a tinsmith, thought that he could make a condenser out of some
sheets of tin that were on board. He hoped by this means to be able to obtain fresh water
from the ocean. While he was at work every one began to look more cheerful; but on
investigation it was found that the fuel was nearly gone, so the project was given up.
About the 19th of July we encountered a storm compared with which the others had been
mere breezes. All of the passengers were ordered below, the hatches were battened down,
and there in utter darkness we spent three dreadful days and nights. When the horrors of
that storm had passed we found that the ship was disabled, and we began to despair of
reaching our destination.
We had now barely two weeks' provisions, and our allowance of water was reduced to half
a pint a day. Everyone tried to save at least a few drops of this each day, as all feared
the time would soon come when the entire supply would be exhausted. Never did miser guard
his hoard of gold with greater vigilance than we did that precious fluid. One man by the
name of Wilcox, while lying sick in his hammock, offered mother about three pints of water
which he had managed to save. Mother at first refused to take it; but he urged her to
accept it, saying he could not lie there and see little children suffer for water. With
the tears rolling down her cheeks she thanked him, saying it was the most precious gift
anyone had made to her.
All was done that was possible to repair the damage done by the storm. Though we were
not so very far from our journey's end, the wind was contrary, and we could not seem to
make any headway. Our situation began to appear hopeless. How anxiously everyone watched
for land, or a vessel that might rescue us. About sundown one evening, some thought they
could see land. The captain said it was the Farallon Islands, and if the wind, which was
then favorable, continued so, we should reach the Golden Gate the next day; but
unfortunately for us the wind changed, and the next morning we were blown far out of our
course.
Captain Stevens, the owner of the vessel, said that he had once been on a ship that had
entirely exhausted its supply of food, and he knew to what lengths starving men could be
driven. He stated that notwithstanding the small allowance of food and water now issued
us, in a few days all would be gone. He stated that although he knew most men would rather
die rather than taste human flesh, others driven insane by their sufferings would be
willing to devour their companions. He therefore proposed that lots should be drawn to see
which should be the first to be killed to serve as food for the others. All were called on
deck, the matter was discussed and it was decided to follow Captain Stevens' advice. The
women, children, Captain Pardee, and two of the best seamen were to be exempt from the
drawing. Mr. Lemon read a chapter from the Bible, a prayer was offered, and a number of
slips of paper were prepared. Three of these slips were numbered 1, 2, and 3, and all were
then given to my little brother, with directions to put them into a tin cracker can and
stir them around thoroughly. Captain Stevens was the first to draw, and he was followed by
others in turn, my elder brother among the number. Lot No. 1 fell upon a mulatto, who died
that night; probably his death was caused more by fright than anything else. His body was
saved, to be eaten in case of extreme necessity.
That night the wind again shifted to a favorable quarter. The third day after the
drawing of the lots the Farallones were sighted, and on the last day of July, 1849, we
cast anchor in San Francisco Bay.
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