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ramble down this slope, with city-halls, hotels, and banks.
A school may occupy that copse, a jail adorn this rising ground.
New comers will be welcome to the Carmelo mountains.
and the White family will have gained another stronghold on the Slope.
A steep and winding track leads down from the ridges of Mount Carmelo to Carmelo Bay.
On crossing San Jose Creek, we catch the cry of birds and seals, now and then broken by the bark of sea-lions.
A cove with curious port lies in our front.
No ships are in the road; no docks, no piers, no landing stairs are visible; yet the place must be a port.
Five or six boats are bobbing on the tide; strong six-oared boats, not built for gliding over lakes and pools.
Still larger craft are beached ill crevices of sand and rock.
Half-naked men are toiling on the shore.
Some sheds lie in the shadow of a granite wall, with piles of casks, as in a brewer's yard.
In several places jets of flame lap out, and burning smoke is vomited on the air. Cormorants fight among the rocks; and here the carcase of a whale, his fat peeled off, is floating on the tide.
1875.
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