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insane asylum, located near by, an institution with about 1,450 

 patients. They claim to have another similar institution of the 

 same kind located somewhere in the state, so it would seem 

 that a great many people become crazy after they get there, if 

 they never were before. 



From here we marched to Sacramento city the capital of the 

 state which we captured and the great seal of the state was sur- 

 rendered into our hand, i e best of everything the city could 

 furnish was provided and spread before us, the tables were ar- 

 ranged with an array of tasty fruits and beautiful flowers. The 

 banquet was spread in the hall of representatives and was served 

 without wine showing in the whole arrangement the good taste 

 and refinement of the ladies of Sacramento. 



The next morning we marched forward on the wheels of our 

 elegant sleepers, past Marysville to Oroville on the Feather 

 river. This is about the centre of the old placer mining district 

 and the country round about has been dug up and much dis- 

 figured by mining operations. It is also the northern limit of 

 orange orchards in this state. We now return to Marysville 

 where we were again banqueted with the usual ceremonies which 

 are indispensable upon all such occasions; thence we proceed to 

 Chico which lies on another branch of the . road- Here I saw 

 some fine native black walnut timber, the first I had seen. Here 

 are also some very fine orchards belonging to Gen. Bidwell who 

 seems to own the town and pretty much everything around it. 

 This is one great drawback to Northern Carlifornia; the lands in 

 many instances are held in very large estates. 



Passing Yina of which I have already had occasion to speak 

 we make our next attack upon Eedding at the head of the great 

 valley where we marched to conquer the great banquet which was 

 here spread before us. A little more speech making (though 

 some of us were too full for utterance), and we retired for the night 

 with old Mount Shasta standing 14,444 feet above our heads or 

 rather above the level of the sea as a sentinel placed on guard 

 duty for the night. 



We now returned by way of Red Bluff, making Woodland the ob- 

 jective point, where we were welcomed to another sumptuous en- 

 tertainment followed by the usual little neat stereotype speeches 

 prepared by our nutcrackers for the occasion. But perhaps we 

 are distributing our chestnuts too freely. It may be accounted 

 for, however, on the high wine pressure of the spontaneous mo- 



