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made is  forever  broken;  now  money,  not  steam  and iron and  plank,  is  God.

Ashore ! Never have  I  experienced  greater  phys- ical pleasure than  in  the  first  hour  ashore  from  a  long and tedious  voyage. Every pore  of  my  senses  drinks satisfaction ; head  and  heart  and  heels  unite  in  speak- ing their content ;  it  is  like  an  escape  from  prison  or  a release  from  purgatory. So am  I  in  California,  the lovely, the  golden-dreamed,  the  wonderful ! Looking over the  water  toward  the  east,  I  see  through  the subtle violet  haze,  the  land  before  me  like  a  land  of promise;  mountain,  vale,  and  bay  glmimering  in  a flood  of  saffron  sunlight,  zoned  and  studded  with  brio;ht emerald hills — gold  and  green,  significant  of  the  royal metal in  its  veins,  and  the  elements  of  the  rich  har- vest hidden in  its  breast.