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uated at the head of the valley, 68.15 miles
from San Francisco, surrounded on three
sides with the mountain spurs of the Coast
Range, as well as by vineyards and
orchards; wine cellars—well, they are
thicker here than quartz mills at Virginia

City.

Tie PerririeD Forrst—is distant
about five miles, and consists of about forty
acres of ground, covered more or less with
petrified trees, some very large, eleven feet
in diameter at the stump. These trees are
nearly all down, some baat 2 covered with
earth and volcanic matter, while the ground
sparkles with silica. They will well re-
pay a visit from the curious.

Stage lines are numerous from Calistoga ;
first, to the northward, it is 17 miles to
Middleton; 20 to Harbern Springs; 20
to Guenoc; 35 to Lower Lake, and 45
to Sulphur Banks, where that suspicious
mineral can be shoveled up by the
cart-load. To the northeast it is 71 miles
to Pine Flat; 26 miles to Geysers; 26
miles to Glenbrook; 41 to Ke.seyville:
48 to LakePoint,situated on the west shore
of Clear Lake, a fine resort at all seasons,
but particularly insummer. To the south-
west it is five miles to the Petrified F.-rest,
ot to Mark West Springs and 26 to Santa

08a.

The celebrated Foss, with his stage,
leaves Calistoga daity, over a mountain
road unsurpassed for grand scenery, en
route to

Tue GrysEers—These springs, with their
taste smell and noise, are fearful, wonder-
ful. We have been told that “ California
beats the devil.” May be, but he cannot be
Jar from this place. Here are over 2U0
mineral springs, the waters of which are
hot, cold, sweet, sour, iron, soda, alum, sul-
phur—well, you should be suited with the
varieties of sulphur! There is white sul-
phur and black sulphur, yellow sulphur
and red sulphur, and how many more
sulphurs, deponent saith not.
there are any «ther kinds wanted, and they
are not to be seen, call for them, they are
there, together with all kinds of contending
elements, * aring, thundering, hissing, bub-
bling, spurting and steaming, with a smell
that wouid disgust any Chinese dinner-
party. We are unable to describe all these
wonderful things, but will do the next best
thing. (See large illus‘ration No. 17 and
description in Annex No. 45.)

The Geyser Hotel, seen through the
foliage in the picture, is the only house

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which provides accommodations at the
springs. Steam baths and other kinds will

here be found ample, and board $14 per
week. In the region of the springs, are
mines of quicksilver, and some silver mines
that are being worked to advantage.

Returning to San Francisco, we start on
Route 3.
San Francisco and North
Pacific Railroad.

General Offices—San Francisco.

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Repairing to the wharf, a short distaure .
north of the Oak.and Ferry, we board the
steamer Donahue, belonging to this road,
and proceed up the bay, as in route No. 2,
until Pedro Point is passed, when the
course is more to the westward, to the
mouth of Petaluma Creek, a very crooked
stream, with salt marshes on each side.
About six miles from the mouth of the
creek, on the right, we come to a double-.
front cottage, which, when we passed up
here in January, 1878, stood high and dry,
above the marsh. Several days after, on
the downward trip, the water covered the
whole bottom in one broad sheet, and was
apparently on the first floor of the build-
ing. When it is understood that the party
who settled here did so to demonstrate
that he could reclaim the land by an
original system of dykes, the joke will be
apparent, and to him an aqueous joke.

From the mouth of the creek, it 1s about
ten miles to

DonanvuE—named for the Presidert
of the road. It is situated on the east
bank of the creek, close in beside the
bluffs, or Sonoma Hills, 34 miles from
San Francisco. It is simply a landing tor
the boat where passengers take the cars,
which stand under a huge, long building
on the end of thé wharf.

Leaving the wharf, the Sonoma Hotel is
close on the right, almost on the water’s
edge. Passing along beside the rolling
hills, which are cultivated to their summit,
one mile brings us to LAKEVILLE, nota
very pretentious place, but from which a
stage leaves daily for the eastward, over
the hills, nine miles to

Sonoma— This town is a quiet, old place,
founded in 18:0, and contains about 600
inhabitants. Many of the old original
adobe buildings are still standing in a