AT SAN FRANCISCO. Ae

Horn. What the Cape Horn route may be, some poor fellows have
found out to their sorrow. The vessel starting out in hope may end
a wreck. The journey over the Isthmus of Panama in those days,
was no agreeable thing,
amid summer-heat, and

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the way over the plains

 

 

 

was very tedious. How-
ever, many went to the

Land of Gold.
“T was a boy then,

 

and I remember how
high the gold fever ran
in my New England town.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A lot went off in an old
whaler called the Ann
Parry. I remember go-
ing down to the wharf to see the party off. All the place swarmed
with spectators, and those on board the whaler seemed thick as bees.
They had a long voyage before them, away round Cape Horn, the old
way, but who cared for that? Iremember one young fellow who had

been a tailor, but

HOW THE VOYAGE BEGINS.

 

he concluded to

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ter of his occupa-
tion, and become
sailor. He started
to go up the shrouds,
and for a while thi

 

2 : tyro did very well.
CAPE HORN. But he showed that