California

g the F

ance to the Bay

e through

nce of

San Fr

chor i

or goes

bad

ing's

colm propose visiting

ted with Captain Fu

Author's visit

il leaves

n Francisco, and

e Cal

s and ci

les wide and nearly five miles long, flanked on either side with bold broken hills-passing on our right hand the ricketty-looking fortifications erected by the Spaniards for the defence of the passage, but over which the Yankee stars and stripes were now floating. On leaving the strait we found ourselves on a bro

ore. McPhail and Malcolm, however, went off, but promised to return to the ship that night. I soon after tur

between the United States and Mexico, and I bitterly congratulated myself on experiencing my usual run of bad luck. We made our way to Sweeting's hotel, which Ma

hat Mr. Bradley has been a resident in California for the last eight years, and that he was one of the officers of the volunteer corps attached to the army of the United States, while military operations were going on in this country. I told him of my desire to enter as a surgeon in the service of the States, and he promised to speak to Captain Fulsom on the subject, and obtain from him a letter to Colonel Mason, the new governor; but he is afraid there is little chance of my meeting with success, as nearly all the volunteer corps ha

ones which have been shipped over here by the Americans, are nearly all built of unburnt bricks. The appearance of the native Californian is quite Spanish. The men wear high steeple-like hats, jackets of gaudy colours, and breeches of