Taking a line of cars running out to the Presidio, Ashton and I walked the rest of the way.

A young man named Logan, a cousin of the famous General Logan, who was in the service of the government as a mail carrier, but off duty that afternoon, volunteered most courteously to be our guide.

He accompanied us for more than a mile and a half of the distance beyond the Presidio, but then had to return to meet an engagement.

We went forward climbing the steep hills and finally found that we were standing on the heights above the immense ocean, in the grounds of the Government Reservation.
It was a solemn moment when we for the first time beheld the Pacific, and we were greatly impressed.

There the mighty waters, across which the ships sail to China and Japan and the Sandwich Islands and the Philippine Archipelago and the South Seas, lay before our eyes.