e in that region, and, we are told, he
concluded that his entertainers were Joseph, Mary, and Jesus.

Suffering greatly from thirst on one of his journeys, he said to his
companions, who were complaining: "The best way to prevent thirst is to
eat little and talk less." In a violent storm he was perfectly calm,
and the storm ceased instantly when a saint chosen by lot had been
addressed in prayer. And so on; for miracles like these are constant
accompaniments of a mind wholly given over to religious enthusiasm.

In due season, Padre Serra and his party arrived at San Diego, having
followed the barren and dreary coast of Lower California for three
hundred and sixty miles, often carrying water for great distances, and
as often impeded by winter rains. The boats and the other party were
already there, and in the valley to the north of the _mesa_, on the
banks of the little San Diego River, they founded the first mission in
California.

Within a fortnight of Serra's arrival at San Diego, a special land
expedition set out in search of Vizcaino's lost port of Monterey. The
expedition, under Don Gaspar de Portola, was unhappy in some respects,
though fortunate in others--unhappy, for after wandering about in the
Coast Range for six months, the soldiers returned to San Diego, weary,
half-starved, and disgusted, failing altogether, as they supposed, to
find Monterey; fortunate, for it was their luck to discover the far
more important Bay of San Francisco. It seems evident, from the
researches of John T. Doyle and others, that the company of Portola,
from the hills above what is now Redwood City, were the first white men
to behold the present Bay of San Francisco. The journal of Miguel
Costanzo, a civil engineer with Portola's command, is still preserved
in the Sutro Library in San Francisco, and Costanzo's map of the coast
has been published. The diary of Father Crespi, who accompanied
Portola, has also been printed.

The little company went along the coast from San Diego northward,
meeting many Indians on the way, and having various adventures with
them. In the pretty valley which they named San Juan Capistrano, they
found the Indian men dressed in suits of paint, the women in bearskins.
On the site of the present town of Santa Ana, which they called Jesus
de los Temblores, they met terrific earthquakes day and night. At Los
Angeles, they celebrated the feast of Our Lady the Queen of the Angels
(Nuestra Senora, Rein