Hesperothen; Notes from the West, Vol. 2 (of 2): A Record of a Ramble in the United States and Canada in the Spring and Summer of 1881Russell, William Howard, Sir
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Hesperothen; Notes from the West, Vol. 2 (of 2): A Record of a Ramble in the United States and Canada in the Spring and Summer of 1881
Russell, William Howard, Sir
United States -- Description and travel
The British Consul, Mr. Booker, who has been watching over the
interests of the Queen's subjects for some thirty years here, and who
is an institution by himself, met the train at a place called, I think,
Porta Costa, and welcomed the Duke and his friends. There had been
for some days an infusion of the Chinaman in the general element of
life along the line, but here it became concentrated, and then ceased
to attract much attention. As the train approached the wide expanse
of muddy water from the Sacramento, which charges down with impetuous
volume, and colours the bay with its turbid stream, we could form an
idea of some of the advantages in the expanse of navigable river, that
had, however, lain long without appreciation but for the bright red
gold possessed by San Francisco. The bay is animated; white canvassed
craft stud its waters, and the smoke of steamers pollutes the clear,
bracing air. Italian fishermen are busy with line and net, and flights
of ducks and squadrons of gulls and cormorants show that the waters
are well stocked. It was too late in the year to see the country in
the full affluence of its wealth of fruit and crops, of hay and corn,
and the hillsides and fields are now disappointingly brown. Presently
we arrived at Oakland, where the train was run out on a pier 3500
yards long, to the steam ferry-boat which was to convey us across
to San Francisco. The ferry-boat was crowded, for Oakland is a city
of some 50,000 people; and of course it had once on a time, not very
remote, only a few sheds and insignificant houses. From this side of
the bay the city of the Golden Gate, some miles away, was now visible
in all its pride of place--pride but not beauty, now at least--for the
city presents no great attraction to the eye. The streets, running in
parallel lines at right angles to the quay right up the sandy hillside,
look like the ribs of some stranded monster, "lank and lean and
brown." The most prominent object is the hotel to which we are going,
which towers far over the general level of house-top, steeple, and
factory-chimney.
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