356 Reminiscences of 



our heavy boat with the waves increasing in magni- 

 tude, compelhng us to swing around head-on west 

 every time a top wave would reach us, to keep out 

 the water. As it was, we were soon drenched, and 

 bucket baihng was necessitated. 



When we reached half way, we had our worst call 

 off the string of seal rocks and resorts of sea-lions, 

 which give such picturesque effect to the seventeen- 

 mile beach drive of the Del Monte. It seemed as if 

 the strong inflowing tide and the gale would set us 

 into this foaming region. Despite the threatening 

 conditions it was a beautiful sight, on this day of 

 sunny brightness, with the transparency and various 

 hues given to the oncoming green waves which rode 

 in majestic order, with graceful crests. Upon the 

 other side were the spouting rocks, and the foaming 

 washes of the broken waves. It was a case of being 

 between the devil and the deep sea. 



Here my most aged boatman, worn out with 

 strenuous labor, suddenly pulled in his oar, and 

 swore he would not pull another stroke to save his 

 life, naming two of his former associates who had 

 lost their lives on a similar occasion upon the seal 

 rocks. I quit my bailing for him, and took the oar. 

 We mastered Point Lobos, but did not dock our boat 

 at the Monterey pier until eleven o'clock at night, 

 having been fifteen hours in passage. 



IT was my fortune to visit the Territory of New Mex- 

 ico a number of times, such visits extending 

 over a period of twenty-five years. My first visit 

 was during the building of the Atchison, Topeka and 

 Santa F6 railroad, when the conditions of the Terri- 



