Just leave me at St. Michael"s,,, I''ll be fine .......
arrived at a mission situated immediately on the sea board, called St. Michael.
Like the rest, it was surrounded with splendid orchards, vineyards and fields; and was, for soil, climate and position, all that could be wished. The
old superintending priest of the establishment showed himself very friendly, and equally inquisitive.
He invited us to sup with him, an invitation we should not be very likely to refuse. We sat down to a large table, elegantly furnished with various
dishes of the country, all as usual highly seasoned. Above all, the supply of wines was various and abundant.
The priest said grace at the close, when fire and cigars were brought in by the attendants, and we began to smoke. We sat and smoked, and drank wine,
until 12 o'clock. |