To the Gulf of Cortez 



About a year ago, my brother, who is a 

 very sagacious physician, advised me to take 

 the fresh liver of a mountain sheep for certain 

 nervous symptoms which were troublesome. 

 None of the local druggists could fill the pre- 

 scription, and so it was decided that I should 

 seek the materials in person. With me went 

 my friend J. B., the pearl of companions, and 

 we began the campaign by outfitting at San 

 Diego, with a view to exploring the resources 

 of the sister republic in the peninsula of 

 Lower California. Lower California is very 

 different from Southern California. The lat- 

 ter is — well, a paradise, or something of that 

 kind, if you believe the inhabitants, of whom 

 I am an humble fraction. The former is what 

 you may please to think. 



At San Diego we got a man, a wagon, four 

 mules and the needed provisions and kitchen 

 — all hired at reasonable rates, except the 

 provisions and kitchen, which we bought. 



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