Ned is one of the most respected and honored citizens of San-Diego county, and Patsey is growing rich from the profits of a small country store.

Old Jerry is alive, and insists upon having his camp-fire lighted every night, smoking his pipe by the cheerful blaze, and telling a story.  Then he spreads his “painter-skin,” and “turns in;” for nothing will induce the old man to sleep within the four walls of a house.  He says “it chocks him right up, so, he can’t; fur the life of him, he don’t see how a white man can stan’ it.”

And now, my dear readers, having crossed the Continent together, and at last found a home upon the shores of the beautiful Pacific, you and I must part; but, if you ever chance to visit San Diego, come and see us at the Buena-Vista stock-ranche, and you shall hear old Jerry tell a “story of the road,” beside his camp-fire, and receive from Hal and Ned a genuine Western welcome.