Travelling in generations past was an important event in one’s life, but now a journey across an ocean and a continent is a very commonplace affair.  Books of travel used to be read with avidity, but now that so many persons travel, and the wires keep us in touch with all the world every day, the history of a journey is a small event, and one which to those not specially interested would scarcely perhaps be read; nevertheless, as some of my readers may have to go over some of the ground I have recently traversed, I have no doubt that a reference to my journey to California and back would be of interest to them, and therefore I will give up some time and space to the subject.

This little record of my journey may perhaps be better received if I state that I am not a novice in travel, and that before I had turned twenty-one years of age I had been to Australia (calling en route at Pernambuco in South America), and that while in Australia I visited Melbourne, Sydney, Geelong, King George’s Sound, besides various inland towns and gold fields, including Bendigo, Castlemaine, Tarrangower, Fryer’s Creek, Forest Creek, Campbell’s Creek, Tarradale, Maryborough, etc., and various other places, and sheep and cattle stations.  From Australia I went to Aden (the inland town) and up the Red Sea to Suez, returning to Australia, and thence to England.  Since I commenced business in England, in 1859, I went in 1862 to St. Thomas’ in the West Indies, thence to Aspinwall, across the Isthmus to Panama, thence to Acapulco in Mexico, on to San Francisco in California, and thence to Vancouver Island, returning by the same route as far as Aspinwall, whence I went to New York.  In 1865 I went on business to Russia.  Arriving at the ancient city of Pskov, I proceeded across country to the estate of my client, the Count Bogouschefsky, at one time private Secretary to the Emperor Nicholas (grandfather of the present Czar).  Some of these travels were attended with a good deal of adventure; but my recent journey from England to California and back, 13,774 miles, in six weeks (including all stoppages), was all work, for my time was occupied continuously in reading up the country, learning from old settlers, and making notes of what I saw, some of which I have found room for in the following pages.

On November 22nd, 1890, I was at work in my office in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, whence a cab depositing me at Euston, the 10.10 express train soon ran me down to Liverpool (201 miles), whence a steam “tender” took me from the landing-stage to the Cunard steamship “Etruria,” some two miles off, where I was soon comfortably located in my “state room” (No. 42).