Dec. 24. Bright, breezy cloudless; wind increasing in speed, raising a fine crop of whitecaps. Flocks of flying fish but not a bird or any sort. Sky all day like that of yesterday. Same as usual, set in dull, black, shapeless horizon fog-bank. Most of the passengers putting forth efforts to invent methods to get rid of the dull Sabbath hours, sadly missing their usual games of shuffle-board, card-gambling, quiet pitching. Toward midnight a group of the ship-hands sand Christmas Carols around the cabin with fine effect. Dec 25. Dawn rosy, the color quickly fading after sunrise, Sea with but few foam-flecks; dull; lead-colored. Wind as usual from the N.E. Wonderful steadiness. Sun setting in fine colors, crimson, and every tone of red, yellow and blue in bars and feathery masses, level or sloping. The only brilliant sunset sky since leaving Montevideo. Dec. 26. Cool, calm morning. The celebrated Peak of Teneriffe in sight. Expect to arrive about 3:00 P.M. Arrived at 4 o’clock. Got ashore at five o’clock in steam launch, through fine, tumbling dancing waves; guided to Camachos Hotel; soon felt at home on this wild, rugged, zig-zag sculptured volcanic island, with its famous peak, 12,700 feet high.
Original journal dimensions: 10 x 17 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
John Muir, journals, drawings, writings, travel, journaling, naturalist