Just beyond is the beach, a little to the right they are building a Steam boat, and all round is the sound of hammer on boat house or iron. Clothing of all descriptions strews the ground all over. Left by those that have camped here and gone to the mines. Shirts never worn but once or twice are thrown away rather than pay for washing. I have seen pants whole and sound and but little soiled thrown away.
Photo shows the bay clogged with deserted ships.
It is a swamp of Spars and Masts shutting out the vision as far as water extends from a point of rocks close by on my right to the point on the left. Excerpts of a letter from Hiram Dwight Pierce to his wife Sara Jane Pierce. Jo Ann and George Aiello. All Rights Reserved.