caino, who, in 1602, had coasted along
as far as Point Reyes, and had left a full account of his discoveries.
The landlocked harbor which Cabrillo had named San Miguel, Vizcaino
re-christened in honor of his flag-ship, San Diego de Alcala. Farther
north, Vizcaino found a glorious deep and sheltered bay, "large enough
to float all the navies of the world," he said; and this, in honor of
the Viceroy of Mexico, he called the Bay of Monterey. To a broad curve
of the coast to the north, between Point San Pedro and Point Reyes, he
gave the name of the Bay of San Francisco,[2] dedicating it to the
memory of St. Francis of Assisi. A rough chart of the coast was made
by his pilot, Cabrera Bueno, who left also an account of its leading
features.

For a hundred and sixty years after Vizcaino's expedition, no use was
made of his discoveries. In Professor Blackmar's words: "During all
this time, not a European boat cut the surf of the northwest coast; not
a foreigner trod the shore of Alta California. The white-winged
galleon, plying its trade between Acapulco and the Philippines,
occasionally passed near enough so that those on board might catch
glimpses of the dark timber-line of the mountains of the coast or of
the curling smoke of the forest fires; but the land was unknown to
them, and the natives pursued their wandering life unmolested."

Toward the end of the seventeenth century, Father Salvatierra, head of
the Jesuit missions in Lower California, fixed his eye on this region,
and made plans for its occupation. In this the good Father Kuehn--a
German from Bavaria, whom the Spaniards knew as "Quino,"--seconded him.
But these plans came to naught. The power of the Jesuit order was
broken; the charge of the missions in Lower California was given to the
Dominicans, that of Upper California to the Franciscans, and to these
and their associates the colonization of California is due. The
Franciscans, it is said, "were the first white men who came to live and
die in Alta California."

And this is how it came about. One hundred and thirty years ago, the
port of La Paz, in Baja California, lay baking in the sun. La Paz was
then, as now, a little old town, with narrow, stony streets and adobe
houses, standing amidst palms, and chaparral, and cactus. To this port
of La Paz came, one eventful day, Don Jose de Galvez, envoy of the King
of Spain. He brought orders to the Governor of California, Don Gaspar
de Portola, that he