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A CALIFORNIA TRAMP. 



as far as stomachic vacuity would allow, the scenery before us — 

 a verdant plain stretching far away and dotted with ranches, 

 with the waters of Suisun Bay in the distance. On the horizon 

 arose Mount Diablo, a landmark which can be seen from San 

 Francisco arising above intervening mountains, although its 

 habitat is near the shore of the Bay of Suisun. This scene of 

 many a weird legend was in view during near all my wander- 

 ings around the bay. 



A Glance at Moxte del Diablo. 



After breakfast time we came to another ranch, whose lady 

 furnished us with breakfast, on our request being made. She 

 seemed kind and had told us if we would wait she would give 

 us something better than cold victuals. We supposed this 

 would be a gratis affair, and when the meal was ready we com- 

 plained not that the bread was sour, the pork unsavory and 

 the coffee made from old stock, but ate the viands thankfully. 

 Thinking it safe to off'er to pay for our fare, I put my hand in 

 my pocket as a preparatory flourish, and asked the extent of 



