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A CALIFORNIA TRAMP. 



and taking in the upper town made San Francisco resemble a 

 recumbent giantess, a little tipsy, or rather " half seas over," 

 with her feet in the water, and with the contents of her wide- 

 spreading lap in danger of dropping through the fragile 

 apron. Beneath the flat, where now were filth and mud, and 

 the swash of waves as they climbed and fell back from the 



San Francisco in 1847. 



slimy wharf timbers, once ships were moored, and here, 

 deserted by their gold-greedy crews, some lay rotting, until 

 enclosed by wharf and street they became absorbed in the 

 growing town. The architecture of this built-over portion 

 was shabby enough, and consisted mainly of warehouses, 



