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Coming to a baker shop, in imitation of Franklin, we 

 bought two loaves of bread. Except in the matter of soiled 

 clothing, I cannot continue the comparison further, for I have 

 no evidence that there were any Miss Reeds with their inter- 

 ested eyes fixed on us, and the community, as far as I can 

 learn, was never materially impressed with our presence. 

 Bread is not very satisfying, so, to make it durable, we bought 



Oakland in 1858— Contra Costa Mountains in the Distance. 



some " bolognas," and seating ourselves on a green bank in 

 the suburbs of the town we partook of our homely fare in 

 silence, unquestioning the origin of the solid part of our meal. 

 And now for another tramp. Formerly I had a definite 

 objective point — San Francisco ; now it was where I could 

 strike a job of work, which was a very indefinite point. I 

 thought when I put my luggage on board the " Senator " I 



