But as our boat was two hours late and the stage-coach was waiting, I had to decline Mr.Reade's enchanting offers to drive us around the beautiful place, to show me the fine beaches, and his quarters, and all other points of interest in this old town of Southern California.
Arizona, not San Diego, was my destination, so we took a hasty breakfast at the hotel and boarded the stage, which, filled with passengers, was waiting before the door.
The driver waited for no ceremonies, muttered something about being late, cracked his whip, and away we went.

I tried to stow myself and my little boy and my belongings away comfortably, but the road was rough and the coach swayed, and I gave it up.

There were passengers on top of the coach, and passengers inside the coach.

One woman who was totally deaf, and some miners and blacksmiths, and a few other men, the flotsam and jetsam of the Western countries, who come from no one knoweth whence, and who go, no one knoweth whither, who have no trade or profession and are sometimes even without a name.
They seemed to want to be kind to me.

Harry got very stage-sick and gave us much trouble, and they all helped me to hold him.