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When we landed from the Golden Gate, the usually quiet Plaza of San Diego presented an unaccustomed scene. Instead of four or five houses, with a solitary individual moving here and there, nearly a thousand people were scattered about the beach. As many as possible had taken refuge under the few roofs there were, while the rest were in parties on the shore, seated on their trunks, and wondering what they should do for the night. The hills back of the Plaza are covered with low straggling brushes, as far as the eye can reach, without a single tree to be seen, and therefore furnishing no fuel as a means [of] cooking for the crowd which had been fasting since morning. I afterwards learned there was necessarily much suffering through the night. Many had of course to encamp in the open air, while ladies who were fortunate enough to obtain a shelter, found that this was all they had secured. It was generally a vacant room, with nothing in the shape of bed or bedding. In addition to hunger was the difficulty of the cold for though the days at …
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