Weekly Trinity journal., 1868-03-28
A Queer PredicameMt.a

The editor of the Sacramento Record has been
favored with some miscellaneous clippings from
Eastern papers, dated some fifteen years ago.
Among them is the following, for the truth of
which he vouches, having been an eyewitness
of the "queer predicament -
SAN FRANcIsco, January ID, 1853.
Speaking of the Isthmus, l think must tell
you tale concerning young and blooming
Lowell lady who has just arrived here, aud
whose adventures on the Isthmus were somewhat
piquant, showing what ladies have sometimes to
undergo who travel to California. Miss l.
was well provided with suitable clothing for a
trip from Lowell to the &C uttermost part of the
EARTH" and had an exceedingly pleasant jour-
ney till she arrived at Cruces, when not knowing,
what l know by experience, that it is not at all
necessary to travel separated from your baggage,
she suffered herself to be separated from her
own, thereby committing grave error. She,
supposing her baggage would arrive at Panama
nearly as soon herself mounted on a rickety
little mule, clad in a thin Bloomer, and started
from Cruces to Panama. Now, as before OBJ
served, the Isthmus and the whole Pacific coast
have had long crying fit, and the consequence
is that the road from Cruces to Panama was
never in a more execrable condition. Miss l.
being very large and heavy, and her mule being
small and old, they had good time of it, and
1oundered through the mud in most astonish-
ishing manner. She told me that at one time
the mule went into mud-hole so deep that
nothing was visible but his nose and ears, while
she was in up to her chin. The gentleman who
was with her Informed me that he rescued her
from such position four times during the day
pulling her and her mule out of the deep mud
by main force. The natural consequence of
these mud adventures was that when they got
through the worst places, they halted at a con-
venient native ranch, held council of war, and
concluded that, inasmuch as Miss L. bad not
a change of clothes at hand, it expedient to
wash those she had. So the other ladies (there
were several along who were either smarter or
had better luck than Miss L--) stripped her,
washed her off as they would a newborn baby,
rolled her up in blanket, and laid her away to
be good baby and take a nap while they wash
ed and dried her only suit. They washed the suit
and hung it up to dry, and then, very naturally,
sat down to dinner. Dinner being over, they
went to get Miss LIS suit, when to their
horror and astonishment, they found it had
"vamosed the ranch''-in short, while they had
been eating, the natives had stolen it. Here
was pickle for a nice young lady, and Yam
kee school-marm to boot. Naked she was
born into the world-rolled in blanket, and no
clothes to put on-in the middle of a strange
county, think her situation Interesting in the
extreme, and l don't remember any heroine in
any novel who was ever so peculiarly situated.
have a great mind to leave her where she is,
just to let you exercise your ingenuity in getting
her out of the scrape. | think she must have
had some very peculiar feelings while rolled up
in that blanket The ladies finally got her out
of the scrape by contribution. One gave her
a petticoat, another skirt, another shawl
ETC., and as she was probably the largest in the
crowd, you imagine what sort of rig-out
she had. 1t served at any rate to hide her ma
kedness and in this anomal- -us suit she entered
Pan where she COmDelleQ to purchase
a few necessary things to with Her
baggage did rot catch up with her at Panama,
and she arrived here about distressed look
ing object as you could easily find. She has
since received her trunks by Adams Express,
and rejoices over them, and is ready to laugh
over her adventures on the Isthmus. ."-Lovell
(Aass.) Courier.