Mr. Fogg, on reaching shore, proceeded to find out
at what hour the first train left for New York, and
learned that this was at six o'clock p.m.; he had,
therefore, an entire day to spend in the Californian
capital. Taking a carriage at a charge of three dollars,
he and Aouda entered it, while Passepartout mounted
the box beside the driver, and they set out for the
International Hotel.

From his exalted position Passepartout observed
with much curiosity the wide streets, the low, evenly
ranged houses, the Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches, the
great docks, the palatial wooden and brick warehouses,
the numerous conveyances, omnibuses, horse-cars, and
upon the side-walks, not only Americans and Euro-
peans, but Chinese and Indians. Passepartout was sur-
prised at all he saw. San Francisco was no longer
the legendary city of 1849,--a city of banditti, assas-
sins, and incendiaries, who had flocked hither in
crowds in pursuit of plunder; a paradise of outlaws,
where they gambled with gold-dust, a revolver in one
hand and a bowie-knife in the other: it was now a
great commercial emporium.

The lofty tower of its City Hall overlooked the
whole panorama of the streets and avenues, which cut
each other at right angles, and in the midst of which
appeared pleasant, verdant squares, while beyond
appeared the Chinese quarter, seemingly imported
from the Celestial Empire in a toy-box. Sombreros

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