"I must buy me a new map." But he drew his pencil around Cape Horn and up the Pacific coast, and I described to him the voyages I had made on the old "Newbern," and his face was aglow with memories.
"Yes," he said, "in 1826, we put into San Francisco harbor and sent our boats up to San Jose for water and we took goats from some of those islands, too.

Oh! I know the coast well enough.

We were on our way to the Ar'tic Ocean then, after right whales." But, as a rule, people there seemed to have little interest in the army and it had made me feel as one apart.
Gila City was our first camp; not exactly a city, to be sure, at that time, whatever it may be now.

We were greeted by the sight of a few old adobe houses, and the usual saloon.

I had ceased, however, to dwell upon such trifles as names.