an away. During the afternoon, he saw two celestials in a tree.
He silently ran under them and uttered a terrific yell. One of the
Chinamen was so frightened that he let go all holds and dropped into the
water, while his companion remained in the tree, his teeth chattering
like castanets.

Further down Paul encountered beating head winds and suffered from the
slickens. His face was badly burned and the skin peeled off in flakes.
On April 1st, he reached Sacramento and the usual hearty California
reception was tendered him. For five days after leaving that city,
the going was heavy and tiresome, having struck tide water directly
below. The runs through Suesun and San Pablo bays were very trying.
Saturday, April 6th, he made John's Lighthouse at the head of San
Francisco bay, and remained there until four o'clock in the morning,
intending to start on the last run to San Francisco on the ebb tide. He
made Angel Island at seven o'clock, where he was compelled to stop
because the tide as it then was, would have carried him through the
Golden Gate to the Pacific. When the tide turned, he again struck across
the bay and was met by a fleet of boats to escort him in. Foremost
among these was the yacht of Mr. Matt. O'Donnell. Calling to him, Boyton
said: "Halloa Matt, I have a present for you." The boat was pulled
alongside and Paul took the yellow snake out of the Baby, putting it
into his friend's hand so quickly, that the latter did not have a
chance to see what it was. The reptile coiled about his wrist and with
an exclamation of fright, he shook it off on the deck much to the
consternation of those aboard. As Boyton sheered off, O'Donnell,
assuming an oratorical attitude, called out:

"Thanks for the snake."

Before Paul could reach his destination, the wind and tide suddenly
changed and he was swept in the direction of the ocean, so he hauled
around and headed for Sauscilito where he became the guest of the yacht
club for the night. Next morning he made his way across and landed
safely at San Francisco, after a laborious journey of twelve days.

He will long keep green in his memory the royal hospitality he received
from the Californians.

Paul next decided to go to Salt Lake City and try the waters of its
wonderful inland sea. After a few day's rest in San Francisco, he
found himself on the shore of the Great Salt Lake. He had been told that
the water was so dense that he would be able to walk on