Diary of Rev. George Gary — IV 423 but little until we get round Cape Horn. The sea is rough and the winds are cool. Friday, 15. We have had what is called a "gale," but nothing to frighten us as yet. Indeed, from account, the hardest gale was in the night, but it did not awake me. Sunday, 17. Our weather is cool and rough; conse- quently we have no meeting. Our vessel takes in, upon deck, occasionally, heaving seas. But we trust she will convey us safely to the land of our destination. Monday, 18. The violence of the winds and waves has abated. Rather a pleasant day. We are approach- ing Cape Horn. Our latitude today, 42.00. Lon. 121.10. Friday, 22. We are having milder weather than we expected in this high southern latitude. For a few days, our wind has been light, our progress consequently slow. Lat. 45.00. Lon. 110.24. Four years ago this day we spent with our venerable parents, Father and Mother Adams, in Steuben, Oneida county, N. Y. This was the last visit we made them before we started on our long journey for Oregon. We are now on our return. Hope in a few months to see them again. Eight years ago today, these aged friends gave me in wedlock their only daughter ; she has been with me in these wanderings over the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, up and down the rapid rivers of the far west, and over the beautiful flowery prairies of Oregon; and is now floating with me home- ward to the land of our nativity. Surely to these vener- able parents I am indebted, a debt I shall never be able to pay. I will most cheerfully remember their kindness with gratitude ; and if there ever is an opportunity, every mark of attention and respect shall be most readily and cheer- fully shown them. Providence only sees into the future. Saturday, 23. Meridian. We have had almost a calm for the last twenty four hours. An event unexpected in this high southern latitude. Sunday, 24. Such is the coolness of the weather, especially upon deck, we do not have any meetings in
