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[[underlined]] Santa Barbara [[/underlined]]
[[margin]] [[underlined]] Mission [[/underlined]] [[/margin]]
only Mrs McKinley & the Princess Louise have been allowed to go.  The Brother took us into the church now in use.  The pilasters painted by the indians in imitation of spanish marble, the ceiling decoration of indian (?Aztec) designs, the old iron hooks from which hung curtains and in the decoration of the church, the large pictures - copies of Murillos brought from Mexico were all pointed out by the Brother. [[superscript]] + [[/superscript]]
He then took us to the cemetery in which are buried thousands of indians & whites - full of beautiful  [[superscript]] trees & plants & shrubs [[/superscript]]
A Brother with a heavy dark blue apron over his robe was working in the garden. A poinsettia tree in the garden ^ [[insertion]] was brilliant color [[/insertion]] but a larger crucifix ^ [[insertion]] & all the multitude of dead [[/insertion]] made it a ghostly place.
From the steps of the mission we could look down on the gunboats in the harbor whose lights we had seen in coming in.  Rosaries made by the mission, of Job's Tears ^ [[insertion]] dried [[/insertion]] seeds of a plant in the garden, were hanging on the wall by the register for sale. From the mission I walked thru some of the best residence part of the town - saw a park

[[superscript]] + [[/superscript]] While we were at the alter a Friar came in with a big vase of fresh poinsettias for the alter
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[[underlined]] San Francisco [[/underlined]]
with an English ivy border that was rich & effective - & took the car down to the shore where the 4 gunboats were standing in handsome effect ^ [[insertion]] low [[/insertion]] on the water, with white topped launches running back & forth bringing white - capped or other sailors. On a pier was a notice - Low water, 7 ft. High water, 11 ft. A dead cormorant was lying in the mud on shore & while I was there a ^ [[insertion]] bareheaded [[/insertion]] young man went up the shore with a gun under his arm - nothing was to be seen but one loon & the gulls.  At 7.20 P.M. we took the sleeper for S.F. where we arrived
[[margin]] [[underlined]] Nov. 1 [[/underlined]] [[/margin]]
at 9.30 A.M. At the Townsend St. station we had our introduction to the (?) criminal classes - such faces as one would be most likely to find on that side of the city at this time - types of the bad politicians if nothing worse.  Here handsome business buildings - some completed, other in process, alternated with masses of brick & twisted iron, or part of a ^ [[insertion]] brick [[/insertion]] wall, a wrecked tower, or neatly piled bricks.  Many of the streets are still unfit for traffic & travel is greatly congested. [[superscript]] + [[/superscript]]
The night before election Mr Gilbert & Miss Eastwood dined with us & afterwards we went to Judge 
[[superscript]] + [[/superscript]] See Keenan's article in Nov. 
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