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Three Years in California by John D. Borthwick (1857)(LoC) (423 pages)
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Page: of 423
376 THE STAGE TO STOCKTON.
a schoolboy going home for the holidays, so delighted
was he with the prospect before him. It seemed to
surprise him very much that all the rest of the party
. were not also bound for Arkansas, and he evidently
looked upon us, in consequence, with a degree of
compassionate interest, as much less fortunate mortals,
} and very much to be pitied.
t We started at four o’clock in the morning, so as to
i accomplish the sixty or seventy miles to Stockton
. before the departure of the San Francisco steamer.
consequently performed in the dark, but that did not
i affect our speed ; the road was good, and it was only
Hl in crossing the hollows between the hills that the
navigation was difficult; for in such places the
}
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. The first ten or twelve miles of our journey were
.
diggings had frequently encroached so much on the
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road as to leave only sufficient space for a waggon to
} pass between the miners’ excavations.
We drove about thirty miles before we were quite
H out of the mining regions. The country, however,
i
became gradually less mountainous, and more suitable
i for cultivation, and every half-mile or so we passed
h a house by the roadside, with ploughed fields around
. . it, and whose occupant combined farming with
tavern-keeping. This was all very pleasant travelling, but the most wretched part of the journey was
iy when we reached the plains. The earth was scorched
a and baked, the heat was more oppressive than in the
{i mountains, and for about thirty miles we moved