The Preaching Tours and Missionary Labours of George Müller (of Bristol)Müller, Susannah Grace Sanger
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The Preaching Tours and Missionary Labours of George Müller (of Bristol)
Müller, Susannah Grace Sanger
Müller, George, 1805-1898
At 6 o'clock we reached Summit Station, 7,042 feet
above the level of the sea, an elevation to which the train had been
gradually mounting in the night, and here a magnificent prospect of
indescribable grandeur suddenly burst upon our view. Far above the
station innumerable mountain peaks were towering towards the sky; the
sun, which shone brilliantly, lighted up the snow to a whiteness that
was dazzling; deep abysses, chasms, and ravines surrounded us; millions
of pine and fir-trees were growing up the mountains' sides; and
thousands of feet far down below, valleys clothed with the richest
verdure, added beauty to the scene.
During the construction of this wonderful mountain railway, it is said
that the sum spent upon blasting-powder alone amounted to a million
dollars. At 8 o'clock, the door of our compartment was thrown open, and
the conductor called out, "Cape Horn!" when all the passengers jumped up
immediately and looked intently out of window, for the train was
travelling slowly along the very edge of a precipice, 2,450 feet in
height; a point from which an extensive landscape of great beauty could
be seen extending far and wide. After leaving "Cape Horn," we crossed a
timber bridge, erected over a portion of the valley, proceeded to
"Emigrant's Gap," thence to Colfax, and afterwards descended the
mountain with a rush, further on into California, where the weather was
warm, and the country looked most beautiful, the trees being covered
with foliage, and the ground highly cultivated everywhere. For many
miles we passed rich meadow land, and numbers of large trees; the fields
were covered with grass, intermingled with brilliant masses of wild
flowers; lupines, eschcoltzias, wild roses, geraniums, etc., were
flourishing in many places, and millions of Californian poppies of an
intense yellow, deepening into orange colour, outshone all the rest. An
American gentleman once said: "I never saw flowers till I saw them in
California." At half past 10 we arrived at Sacramento, and, after
remaining there an hour, travelled all day through a beautiful part of
the country, favoured with fine summer weather. In the course of the
afternoon Livermore and Niles were reached, the train stopped a few
minutes at San José, and finally we arrived at Oakland, a suburb of San
Francisco, where two gentlemen entered the carriage who welcomed us
cordially, and earnestly invited my husband to preach there. At 5.35 we
alighted at the station, where two brethren were kindly waiting to
receive us, with whom we went on board the "El Capitan," a large ferry
steamer; and, after crossing the Bay, landed at San Francisco, where our
friends conducted us to the rooms they had engaged at the Palace Hotel.
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