The Empire County argus., 1856-09-13
LAND CnAps AND SEA L1oxs-There was DIES.

perate hunt on Saturday alter happiness. Five hun.
dred or thousand persons attempted the pursuit o
pleasure under difficulties. A small steamer with q
large company; more ladies than could sit down
more men than could stand up; more anticipatons
than birds on the Farralones; more children than
the fish to be caught. There were rusty guns, only
dangerous to the shooter; and full ted gentlemen
about to be dangerous to all on board; three hund
red men, each with fishing line in his pocket a
great coat thrown over his arm there's bait o
bucket OF shrimps and tom-cod the shrimps are as
lively as the company on board the steamer, and il
much the same iX-about to furnish food for Nep
tune.
Oh, for Byron to immortalize the trip as he die
the Lisbon Packet" Huzza! Frisco we have
started Shrmps and shawls are off at last; steam team
is up, the line has parted-hear the whistles wheez
ing blast Stars and stripes above are streaming
ribbons streaming from below; cranks are groaning
steam is screaming, Captain cries aloud 'et go.
Paddles backing, engine cracking, band emitting dis
mai tones cranks ar creaking-we are seeking plea.
sure at the Farralones squeezed and stifed in tht
racket OF this San Diego packet. Now we've left
the wharf Pacific, and we've backed into the Bay
boiler filed with steam terrific heave ahead we're on
our way on our way the sea to try on, each intent
to crack tie skulls of those creatures-tle sea lion
or come back flock Of gus. Ladies simpering
babies whimpeiing, gemmen smoking drinking, tight
oh, what jamminy, oh, what damning squeezed anC
standing bolt upright Buffum Noah, Bown, Sack
ett curse the San Diego packet Now we reach the
Gate, and Haley Captain Haley, guides us through
-men begin to look quite paley, ladies turning very
blue; stomachs turning, heads grow lighter, dizzy
"oh dear, shall faint" faces white before, grow viii
ter, save those cheeks of ruddy paint. No pear
powder can enshroud lady with skin SO pale as
the ocean when its motion filings her breakfast 10 the
whale, or the sharks that catch and smack it spcwed
from out sea-bound packet. Now the short and
sudden blow turns the topper from his cup. dcwn he
goes to seek his pillow while lis liquors coming up
Ger the gunwale men are eyeng through the waves
the fishing ground paying Neptune; tight men
lying very loosely all around Greenoy feels his so-
mach rising, windward runs to view the sea, easpS
and is at once baptising all hands with his breakfast
tea. Nancy seeks her room to vomit retches like u
wretch in pain when she's done she can't 90 rcm it
for she's burst her stays in twain Here's a "ful-
muX. empty stomachs striving still to pay their tax
till their suppers in the scuppers find; they lying ON
their backs, swashed about with wave and racket on
this pleasure hunting packet. Now the fishing gear
is ready, bait and snker, line and hook There's
bite. boys steady steady, faith, I've got him by the
tiuke; he's at least twenty-poundcr;" luckless
boas ting doomed to be- for he merely caught foun-
der, headong pitching to the sea. But they nabbetl
him, and they grabbed him. and on board again they
brought this curmudgeon and a gudgecn or a per
poise swore they ID caught. SO much sport. amid tie
racket, had they on the pleasure packet But a.
length they left the iSlands-tor they couldn't get
ashore-the sea-linS on the highlands leaving there
to sport and roar. Breakfast they had given the
fishes but none for their dinners got glad to ret
where humble dishes by no billows upshot Brains
half added home they padded, cursed in wrath pocr
Davy Jones' without measure cursed the pleasure
hunting trip to FarraIloncs, squeezed to death amid
the racket of the San Diego packets. F. Chronicle,
lT.