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               brown silk handkerchief.     She climbed on the stirrup to
               put on my jacket and tie my bonnet securely.      A kiss and
               off we went!    Not another bit do   I remember of the trip
               until  I was on the Senator and had made friends with a
               little black dog, who, in turn, would run after me and I
               after him. One day my sister was very seasick. My brother-
               in-law felt he must look after her but he did not want to
               leave me alone.   He conceived the idea of keeping me out
               of mischief by giving me a responsibility.    He told me to
               sit absolutely still and watch the prisoner!   The prisoner,
               by-the-way, was a good man, whose offense was only a busi-
               ness affair.  When my brother came back, he found me on
               the same spot, my eyes fixed upon the prisoner, my small
               body rigid with nervous anxiety, and the    little black dog
               sitting on his hind legs intent upon solving the situation.
                    As soon as we arrived     in San Francisco, my sister
               bought for me a pretty old-rose French challie with an em-
               broidered band around the edge worked in pastel colored
               silks, a fine black velvet jacket, and ribbons to hold back my
               curls.  The crowning touch was an ermine collar and muff.
               A daguerreotype was taken of me in my beautiful new
               clothes, and  I was just beginning to congratulate myself
               upon achieving this trip when an epidemic of diptheria
               broke out in San Francisco and I was hurriedly sent home.
                    In the year 1858 the widow of the late Don Esteban
               Lopez advertised for sale her part of the land the Ayun-
               tamiento had granted to her husband on September 28,
               1835.   It happened that a new arrival in town was seek-
               ing a site suitable for a home.  The new arrival was none
               other than the affable and jovial Irish gentleman, Mr. An-
               drew Boyle.    He saw the land and took a fancy to    it.  In
               a short time the widow had delivered the key of the adobe
               home to Mr. Andrew Boyle, who soon after moved into
               his new home with his family, Maria, his only child, who
               married William Workman, and her maiden aunt.        In 1862
               he commenced the manufacture of wine.         The labels on
               his wine bottles bore the name of Paredon Blanco.
                    In 1876 Mr. W. H. Workman, who married Mr. An-
               drew Boyle’s daughter Maria Elizabeth, conceived the idea
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