A very cloudy morning.  We stopped at San Diego a few hours, but we could see nothing except high rocks covered with moss.  How our hearts yearned for land, and the spot we were henceforth to call our home.  Everything around us looks wild.  Though each dear Sister tries to wear a cheerful countenance, yet a thought of sadness will steal over us, and now and then our minds wander back to our dear “Valley Home” and the loved ones left there.