This was a regular banquet to us, for our famished condition and good appetites made food relish wonderfully.
When we made a sign of wishing to pay them for their great kindness they shook their heads and utterly refused.

It was genuine sympathy and hospitality on their part, and none of us ever forgot it; the sight of a native Californian has always brought out thoughts of these good people, and respect and thankfulness to the race.

This rancho, at which we were so kindly entertained was called San Francisquito, or Little San Francisco Rancho.
This morning Mr.Arcane, with our assistance, made an arrangement with these people to give them his two oxen; and they were to take him and his wife and child, to the sea-shore, at a place called San Pedro, from which place he hoped, in some way, to get passage to San Francisco in a sailing vessel.

He had no money, and no property to sell, except perhaps his spy-glass, worth about ten dollars.

With this poor prospect before him he started for the sea.