The air beginning to be rather oppressive, we requested to be taken up to our mother Earth.  How glad we were to breathe the fresh air.  A bath was awaiting us, and when we became ladies again we were taken all over the works, and saw the process of making silver bricks out of the walls we had been walking between, the beating of the metal, the sifting and weighing, and finally the silver bricks.  They have 2,000 men working day and night.  They are 1,400 feet below the surface now, and hope to go lower.  The “pocket” is 175 feet long, but the poor stockholders’ pockets are empty, for all that. (I am a stockholder and ought to know.)

Each lady was presented with a bag of silver ore-rocks they seemed to me.  My bag had “500 dollars” written on it, in fun, I am sure.  I left it at the hotel, as it was too heavy to carry.

We left Virginia City that evening for Carson City and slept there, glad to shake off the silver dust from our weary feet.  The next day at 7 A.M. two carriages, one with four horses and the other with two, were before the door, and we drove up the mountain, took the little narrow-gage railroad which is there to carry the logs down to the lake.  Sitting on the front logs, we rode down the mountain.  The big beams of timber are brought to the mines in order to prop up the places where the ore has been taken out.  These logs do a lot of traveling.  They are cut on the other side of Lake Tahoe, dragged over the lake by a tug, sawed the right length by a sawing-mill, then carried up the mountain by this railroad and floated down by means of a wood trough, three feet wide, for twenty-two miles to another railroad, thence to Virginia City.

A steam-launch was waiting for us, and we cruised about this lovely lake, which is of the bluest water and the greenest shadows you ever saw.  One sees a hundred feet down; the water is as clear as crystal.  J. talked fishing with the pilot, who promised to take him out fishing with him.  He caught a beautiful rainbow-trout (as they are called here) from the launch.  When he gets home he will tell you how big the biggest fish was he lost.

We arrived at San Francisco at two o’clock.  One of the men brought me some splendid cherries, big as plums, and Johan’s consul met us on the ferryboat.  This last was in a great hurry to get back to his home, as he did not know whether it was a boy or a girl.

We were driven to the Palace Hotel, which is very fine.  Each of us had a complete apartment, salon, bed, and bathroom.  Having been five days and nights in the train, you may imagine we were tired.  I was not only tired, but dizzy and glad to go to bed.

Senator Sharon, who owns this hotel, sent us word begging us not to make any engagement for Saturday and Sunday next, as he intends inviting us to his country place.  No bill is to be presented to us here.  We are not expected to pay for anything.  We are his guests, and, strange to say, not one of us knows him, excepting, of course, Mr. Kasson.