- The harbor adjacent to Port Townsend is Port Townsend Bay.
- May 26th. We started at 5 after some trouble in shoving the boat off the beach, where the tide had left her. As we had the tide with us, we found that we should have no difficulty in reaching our destination (Port Townsend), so we stopped at Marrowstone point and leisurely took our lunch. Starling claimed to be a man of experience, and when we started across Port Townsend bay he insisted that we should sail. None of us were sailors, so we differed with him and judged that the quickest means was rowing. Starling worked the sails for about an hour without any effect. He would not yield, although we laughed and argued, but finally suggested that there was nothing to prevent my furling the sails, if I wanted to.
- We rowed across in an hour and landed on the beach at Hasting’s store. I expected to get information at this point in regard to violations of the intercourse, but like all rumors, the location shifts, as you seem to approach it. I am told that the depredations and violations of the law were not committed here, but elsewhere. There are many Indian lodges on the sandspit, but their inmates have gone fishing. I shall stay over a day or two, however, and see what I can learn.
- The only two houses belonging to white men are the store and a boarding house kept by an old sea captain. The rest are Indian huts, built of slabs of cedar, and lined with mats. They belong to King George, the Duke of York and their retinue. We met Mr. Hastings, a justice of the peace, his clerk, a Mr. Plummer, and Mr. Pettigrew, a man who has formerly been very rich in Oregon.