We begin to feel the tempered breezes from the Pacific fanning our cheeks.

Yes, we are now in the land of a semi-tropical vegetation, a land of beauty and fertility, which in many respects resembles Palestine; and surely it is a Promised Land, rich in God's good gifts.

Blue Canon and Cape Horn and beautiful landscapes with vineyards and orange groves are passed, and as night with its sable pall descends upon us, we rest in peace with a feeling of satisfaction and thankfulness to Him Who has led us safely by the way thus far.

When the train halted at Sacramento, I had a midnight view of it, and then we sped on to our destination.

Some three weeks later, in company with Rev.Dr.Ashton, I visited the valley west of Sacramento, Suisun and Benicia, that I might not lose the view which night had obscured.