RIVER VOYAGE TO RED BLUFFS. 231 



80,000 dollars were returned in a single year by 

 the sale of the peaches. 



I commence my journal again on 



April 24^. I am in the 'Victor ' steamboat, a 

 small crank flat-bottomed affair, pushed against 

 the current by a huge stern-wheel an ugly 

 appendage, but very effective in navigating swift 

 shallow streams. I am bound for Red Bluffs, 

 275 miles above Sacramento. Pass the exits of 

 the Yuba and Feather rivers, and change the 

 yellow muddy water for the pure sparkling 

 stream fresh from the mountain. 



April 25th. Starting again the 'Victor' 

 having been fastened up all night, tethered to a 

 tree, as one would tie up his horse the scenery, 

 as we wend along the sinuous course of the 

 stream, rapidly changes its character. The banks 

 get steep, and sharp hills take the place of the 

 flat lands behind us. Wild grape-vines hang in 

 clustering tangles of green luxuriance from the 

 branches of the ilex, oak, and arbutus, forming 

 a continuous arcade over the water. 



The Bluffs are reached. A straggling town, 

 built on a high bank beetling over the Sacramento 

 river, peeps out, from amidst some tall trees. 

 Men, women, children, and dogs are crowding 



