4/10/49
Hey journal! After the long journey filled with treacherous cold storms, I can see civilization. As the ship approached the island it felt warmer. When we entered the island, people were kind and generous. Many interesting people were joining the gold rush. One person was just like me. He was polite. He was going to California like I was. We became friends. We brought a lot of food for the rest of the journey to California. Here I come California!
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