In fact, for one week, we had a perfect ovation.

As Senator Stanford and his wife were at the same hotel, we had many pleasant interviews with them.
While in San Francisco we had many delightful sails in the harbor and drives to the seashore and for miles along the beach.

We spent several hours at the little Ocean House, watching the gambols of the celebrated seals.

These, like the big trees, were named after distinguished statesmen.

One very black fellow was named Charles Sumner, in honor of his love of the black race; another, with a little squint in his eye, was called Ben Butler; a stout, rotund specimen that seemed to take life philosophically, was named Senator Davis of Illinois; a very belligerent one, who appeared determined to crowd his confreres into the sea, was called Secretary Stanton.