built and equipped in the best manner,
traversing a section of the country very
attractive to the tourist. It runs in a north-
westerly direction from San Quentin and
Sancilito, on the west side of the bay,
twelve miles distant. The road has two
southern termini, which unite at Junction,
17 miles from San Francisco. The bay is
crossed by ferry from Davis St., for San-
cilito, and from San Quentin Ferry—
Market St. wharf—for San Quentin. We
will take the latter route, which for nearly
ten miles will be the same as No. 2; then,
the route will be more to the westward.
When near the point of Angel Island, on
the left, the little town of Sancilito can be
seen nestling close in beside the mountain.
Between Sancilito and Angel Island runs
Raccoon Straits. Mt. TP oenalieas now
looms up away to the left. Nearing the
shore, also on the left, is

San QUENTIN—a noted place of sum-
mer and winter resort. The resident tour-

ists number from 600 to 1,000, their term |

of residence varying from six months to a
life-time. The quarters for their accom-
modation are furnished by the State, free of
charge. The Lieutenant-Governor exer-
cises personal supervision over the guests,
assisted by many subordinates and a com-
pany of soldiers. The guests come here,
not of their own will, but through their
folly, and we believe they would quit the
place, if they could. By law it is known
as the State Prison. The buildings are of
brick, large, and readily distinguished, on
the point to the left of the landing. Chang-
ing for the cars, we glide along on the edge
of the bay, with oak and shrub covering
the rolling hills on the left, one and a-half
miles, and arrive at

San RaraEL—the county seat of Marin
county; population, about 3,000. It was
settled in 1817 by the Jesuit missionaries,

on low rolling hills in view of the bay
and San Francisco, and of late has become
a thriving suburban town,

The town contains several good hotels,
and two weekly papers, the Herald and the
Journal. Along the streets, and around
the private residences, are many shade
trees, among which are the blue gum, oak,
Monterey cypress, spruce and pine, which
present a beautiful appearance. Proceed-
ing through the town two miles, we reach
the

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enough to come up on that route. Leaving
Davis St. Ferry, in San Francisco, the
course is almost due west for six miles to

SANCILITO—a small town situated close
in beside the mountains of the Coast
Range, containg a population of about 300.
On the trip across the bay, a beautiful view
can be had of the northwestern portion of
San Francisco, Alcatraz, the Golden Gate,
and the forts located there. At Sancilito
we take the cars and soon come
to the shops belonging to the Railroad
Company; three miles further, Lyrorp’s;
another mile, the SummiT; two more,
across an arm of the bay, is Contr Ma-
DERA; two miles further

TamMALPais—Here saddle horses can be
procured for a ride up to the summit of the
mountain, 2,604 feet, from which the
finest view can be had of the Pacific Ocean,
San Francisco, and San Pablo Bays, and
the surrounding country, that can be ob-
tained at any point. The distance is about
eight miles. From Tamalpais station it is
two miles to the Junction. From San-
cilito the route has been one of beauty. In
almost every nook of the mountain-side
are residences surrounded with all that
money and good taste can provide to make
them beautiful and attractive homes.

Leaving the Junction, after 1.5 miles
comes the side-track of Farrrax, sur-
rounded by rolling hills, covered with an
eternal verdure of green. pete to the
right, look! away up there to the left—see
our road! Can we get there? Up, up we
go, through a tunnel, and roll around the
head of the little valley, and then to the
left we can look away down and see the
road up which we passed only a few
moments ago. Keeping around on the
southern slope of the hills, with an awful
chasm on the left, beyond are high moun-
tains upon the sides of which can be seen
an occasional huge redwood tree.

Curving around again to the right, up
another little valley, our road again ap-
pears far up on the opposite side, and
again the head of the valley is reached;
the curve to the left is again made, and
down, far below, is the road bed. There
are two “Cape Horns,” only not as high
as Cape Horn on the Central Pacific. The
scenery is very beautiful.

Climbing up, see, on the right, the
wagon road to Mt. Tamalpais, under
which is the tunnel through which we
pass; altitude, 565 feet; length, 1,250 feet.
Beyond the tunnel, the grade descends,