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A CALIFORNIA TRAMP. 



came in front of San Francisco, Avhere, partly on piles and 

 partly on sand hills, it looked eastwardly toward the magnifi- 

 cent bay of the same name, and beyond to the fertile plains 

 of Contra Costa. We were soon fastened to the wharf and 

 ready to land. 



Even when stepping from palace cars to hotel coaches and 



Entrance to the Golden Gate. 



with money in abundance, a traveler experiences peculiar 

 sensations when entering a large city, knowing that among 

 "the whole cityful, friends he has none." How he would 

 feel after the discomforts of a steerage voj^age, and but twenty 

 cents in his pocket, would be still more peculiar. I know that 

 when the steamer was fastened to the wharf and preparations 



