View of Montgomery, Post and Market Streets, San Francisco, 1858
OLD DAYS IN EL DORADO
I.
"STRANGE COUNTRIES FOR TO SEE"
OW, the very first book was called "Infancy"; and, having finished it, I closed it with a bang! I was just twelve. 'Tis thus the twelve-year-old is apt to close most books. Within those pages—perhaps some day to be opened to the kindly inquiring eye—lie the records of a quiet life, stirred at intervals by spasms of infantile intensity. There are more days than one in a life that can be written of, and when the clock strikes twelve the day is but half over.