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“Five or six years or so; just when Salinas was a sprinkle of log huts.”
“And you have now a good run?”
“My run extends from the Salinas River right across the Galivano range, to San Benito River.”
“Why, that is an estate as big as a Scotch county? ”
“Yes, the dear old dad will stare when I go home some day, and tell him what his scapegrace son has been doing for the last twelve years. Ha!
ha! the dear old dad will stare when I tell him he sent me out with sixpence, and I ask him to come and see what I have bought with his sixpence-a little place in California, about the size of County Linlithgow!
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The lands all round Salinas are in English and American hands.
Jackson, one of the first arrivals in San Francisco; Hebbron, lately a detective, practising his art in London; Beasley, one of three brothers living in the place; Spence, the first English colonist in Monterey; Johnson, a sheepherder, who has given his name to a high peak; Leese, the gentleman who wedded Vallejo's sister; Beveridge, a young and thriving Scot; these are the
1875.
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