prise therefore, when arriving at this little town, which is a stranger
as yet to railroads, to find a cozy hostelry awaiting us.
Through unpretentious in appearance, the Flag Staff Inn proved
as orderly and neat as any of its English prototypes. Whether it was due to
the landlord's being a Briton or not, I can not say, but there undoubtedly an
English atmosphere about the place, and if honest Mrs. Lupin or Mark Tapley had
issued from the porch to welcome us, I should not have been in the least surprised.
West of the little settlement of Bolinas a neck of land extends
for a mile and a half out into the Ocean, the top forming a mesa. Owing to the
fogs abounding in this region, it is green almost the entire year and makes splendid
grazing, as in fact does all the land in the vicinity.
THE BOW KNOT.