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There are various ways of entering San Francisco, and the traveling general passenger agent of any one of half a dozen trunklines stands ready to prove to you -- absolutely beyond the peradventure of a doubt -- that his particular way is incomparably the best one; but to my mind a very satisfactory way is to go overland from Monterey.
The route we followed led us lengthwise through the wonderful Santa Clara country, straight up a wide box plait of valley tucked in between an ornamental double ruffle of mountains. I suppose if we passed one ranch we passed a thousand -- cattle ranches, fruit ranches, hen ranches, chicken ranches, bee ranches -- all the known varieties and subvarieties.