FROM LOS ANGELES TO SAN FRANCISCO. 



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made for landing I felt a feeling of " goneness," hardly con- 

 sistent with an Eastern man's idea of going ashore on the 

 Land of Gold. 



The word being given, a rush was made for the gang-plank 

 by the passengers, who, weary of confinement, Avere glad to 

 leave their ocean home of the two past days. They were 

 welcomed by a motley crowd of cab drivers, hotel runners, 

 young porters, news boys and boot-blacks, who ostentatiously 

 met them as they poured from the decks of the " Senator." 

 Forcing my way through the obstreperous gang, I at last 

 reached the wharf-gates, and passing these I trod the streets of 

 San Francisco — I was almost ready to say, " A stranger in a 

 strange land," but the expression has been used so often I 

 spare the reader its reiteration, and simply say — feeling like a 

 *' cat in a strange garret," with a scarcity of mice. 



