LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

    Life at the Mission of Dolores, 1855
    View of Montgomery, Post and Market Streets, San Francisco, 1858
    Fort Point at the Golden Gate
    The Outer Signal Station at the Golden Gate
    City of Oakland in 1856
    Interior of the El Dorado
    Warner’s at Meigg’s Wharf
    The Old Flume at Black Point, 1856
    Lone Mountain, 1856
    Russ Gardens, 1856
    Certificate of Membership, Vigilance Committee, 1856
    West from Black Point, 1856
    “China is Not More Chinese than this Section of Our Christian City.” 
    “Rag Alley” in Old Chinatown
    The Farallones
    Murre on their Nests, Farallone Islands
    Monterey, 1850
    San Carlos de Carmelo
    “The Huge Court of that Luxurious Caravansary.” 
    “The Gallery Among the Huge Vases of Palms and Creepers.” 
    Meigg’s Wharf in 1856
    Telegraph Hill, 1855
    Sentinel Hotel, Yosemite, in 1869
    San Francisco in 1856

THE BELLS OF SAN GABRIEL

    Thine was the corn and the wine,
      The blood of the grape that nourished;
    The blossom and fruit of the vine
      That was heralded far away. 
    These were thy gifts; and thine,
      When the vine and the fig-tree flourished,
    The promise of peace and of glad increase
      Forever and ever and aye. 
    What then wert thou, and what art now? 
      Answer me, O, I pray!

        And every note of every bell
        Sang Gabriel!  Rang Gabriel! 
        In the tower that is left the tale to tell
          Of Gabriel, the Archangel.

    Oil of the olive was thine;
      Flood of the wine-press flowing;
    Blood o’ the Christ was the wine—­
      Blood o’ the Lamb that was slain. 
    Thy gifts were fat o’ the kine
      Forever coming and going
    Far over the hills, the thousand hills—­
      Their lowing a soft refrain. 
    What then wert thou, and what art now? 
      Answer me, once again!

        And every note of every bell
        Sang Gabriel!  Rang Gabriel! 
        In the tower that is left the tale to tell
          Of Gabriel, the Archangel.

    Seed o’ the corn was thine—­
      Body of Him thus broken
    And mingled with blood o’ the vine—­
      The bread and the wine of life;
    Out of the good sunshine
      They were given to thee as a token—­
    The body of Him, and the blood of Him,
      When the gifts of God were rife. 
    What then wert thou, and what art now,
      After the weary strife?

        And every note of every bell
        Sang Gabriel!  Rang Gabriel! 
        In the tower that is left the tale to tell
          Of Gabriel, the Archangel.