September 16th, 1840.
I couldn't sleep much during the night, but by morning I was all the more asleep. At 7 o'clock the Capitain woke me up with the good news that we were entering Boston Bay(021). When I got on the foredeck it was the most beautiful weather you could wish for and to the right was Boston Island(022), while to the left the mainland stretched to Donnington Point(023). Shortly after we had sailed around the latter, we spotted the European whaler "La Reunion" in a southwestern bay opposite Boston Island. The bay teemed with windy ducks and other seabirds; We shot two of the first, but despite my efforts they were not prepared. At noon we dropped anchor in Boston Bay, about a rifle shot from the shore, just opposite of Dr. Harvey's(024) home. The view of the ( 011 ) Bay in general and especially the northern part of it seemed extremely charming to me. The still water in it, the moderately high hills adorned with numerous horsetail trees and fresh greenery, which surround it, and from which here and there a white, peaceful little house shimmers, the individual people who now and then walked along the shore, apparently thoughtfully and without the running haste of big cities: everything seemed to me to come together, Port Lincoln to be my pleasant, cozy abode for the lover of true natural beauty and rural silence. The three large whale boats and the two cutters, which lay at anchor in the harbor, safe from the roaring waves and howling winds outside, gave greater vivacity to the senses and increased their charm.

Shortly after we dropped anchor, Dr. Harvey and Mr. Dutton(025) came on board. I gave the former my letter of introduction from the Colonial Secretary, but since he put it in his pocket unread and was about to go back to the shore, I spoke to him about it, whereupon he invited me to go with him in the dinghy to his house. While we were rowing back, Mr. Dutton ( 012 ) asked me the unexpected question: „Are you a German, Sir?“ The fluency with which he spoke these words prompted me to make a similar inquiry to him, which revealed that Mr. Dutton was not a German by birth, but was educated in his youth in the town of Bückeburg(026). When we climbed ashore, the Capitain of the French whale boat "La Reunion" was waiting for us, who, by the delicacy of his suit and manner, betrayed both the educated man and the Frenchman. For the first hour after my arrival, Dr. Harvey busied himself with letters and the like that we had brought with us from Adelaide, but as soon as he had read my letter of introduction he entered into a very friendly and confidential conversation with me, the main content of which consisted of questions about the details of my project and the following news: that there were no natives present in the immediate vicinity of the settlement, that during the winter time, as now, they were in small groups or individual families wander around, but in the summer they tend to gather in large groups, that on the whole they are numerous in this area, especially on the western coast of this peninsula, indeed Mr. Dutton ( 013 ) claimed that hundreds of them are in Coffin Bay, where they should not be particularly trusted, otherwise both gentlemen said that one could approach them without danger. The nearest present ones were on the south