. Across the Isthmus to California in '52. during my three days stay there Ihad few lonely hours, which but for his kind- TO CALIFORNIA IN 52. 79 iiess I might have had, as Lena was quitesick, and I could not take her out or leave herin the house without me. When I entered my room that first day Iwent to the window, which was a front oneand near the centre of the building, and lookedup the street a distance which seemed a fewblocks away. There all vestige of a street van-ished, and the rickety fences ended in a sandheap. 1 thought, Can this ever be a city?And yet the spot where my eyes rested
. Across the Isthmus to California in '52. during my three days stay there Ihad few lonely hours, which but for his kind- TO CALIFORNIA IN 52. 79 iiess I might have had, as Lena was quitesick, and I could not take her out or leave herin the house without me. When I entered my room that first day Iwent to the window, which was a front oneand near the centre of the building, and lookedup the street a distance which seemed a fewblocks away. There all vestige of a street van-ished, and the rickety fences ended in a sandheap. 1 thought, Can this ever be a city?And yet the spot where my eyes rested thatmorning has been my well-beloved home forthirty-two years! No longer a sand-heap surely—but pleasantand accessible beyond most parts of the city. AVhen I left Boston, I said, No; I will nevergo backward! I have kept my word, and noshadow of regret has ever found a lodgmentin my heart for my venture. If days weredark, I would rather have them here thanelsewhere, and if bright, they were all thebrighter for being in California. 46 80.
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