ver James Bay, 1859
Government Buildings, 1859-60
May Day Parade, Hook and Ladder Company, May 1st, 1862
Hon. Sir Richard McBride, K.C.M.G.
Old View of Douglas Street, Iron Church in the Distance
Showing Inside of Fort from Wharf Street, 1859
Hon. Amor De Cosmos
William P. Sayward
Thomas Harris
Bishop Garrett
First Methodist Church
First Bridge Over the Gorge, Victoria Arm
Forty Years Ago, Queen's Birthday, Beacon Hill
Colonial Hotel
H. B. Co.'s Steamer _Beaver_
Part of View Street, 1859
Victoria District Church, 1859
Hon. Senator Macdonald
Lt.-Col. Wolfenden, I.S.O., V.D.
Wm. Leigh
John Chapman Davie, M.D.
Edgar Fawcett
Captain "Willie" Mitchell
Hon. Dr. Helmcken
Gov. John H. Johnson, of Minnesota
Samuel Booth
Rev. Edward Cridge, 1859
Venerable Bishop Cridge
Bishop and Mrs. Cridge at their Golden Jubilee
A Park in San Bernardino
Songhees Indian Reserve
Bastion--S. W. Corner of Fort

SOME REMINISCENCES OF OLD VICTORIA

CHAPTER I.

THE EXPERIENCES OF A BRITISH BOY IN SAN FRANCISCO IN THE EARLY FIFTIES.

I shall commence by saying that I, with my father, mother, brother
and sister, arrived in San Francisco in 1850, in the ship
_Victoria_, from Australia, where I was born. From stress of
weather we put into Honolulu to refit, and spent, I think, three
weeks there, and as my mother was not in good health the change and
rest on shore did her a deal of good. During our stay we became
acquainted with a wealthy American sugar planter, who was married to
a pretty native lady. They had no family, and she fell in love with
your humble servant, who was of the mature age of two and a half
years. My mother, of course, told me of this years later, how that
after consulting with her husband, the planter, she seriously
proposed to my mother that she give me to her for adoption as her
son; that I should be well provided for in the case of her husband's
death, and in fact she made the most liberal offers if she might have
me for her own. It might have been a very important epoch in my life,
for if my mother had accepted, who knows but what I might have been
"King of the Hawaiian Islands," as the planter's wife was "well
connected." But, to proceed, my mother did not accept this
flattering offer, as naturally she would not, and so we continued
on our way to San Francisco with many remembrances of my admirer's
kindness. But this is not tellin