In Tamal Land

IN TAMAL LAND

for the Bay and on the night of August 5, 1775, the San Carlos sailed in through the Strait, the first ship that ever passed the pillared passage or entered what is now known as the Bay of San Francisco.
Having entered safely, Ayala moored his vessel just inside the Bay, and the next morning, looking around him, selected an island not far from the entrance as a convenient spot to make his headquarters.

ANGEL ISLAND FROM THE MAINLAND.

Upon examination, he found a suitable place for mooring his vessel, also wood and water in abundance. This Island was then named Nuestra Senora de Los Angeles, the appellation which it still bears, though shortened to Angel Island.
On the mainland, directly across from the Island, lies Tiburon, the ferry and terminus of the California Northwestern Railroad. Besides the Company's shops, Tiburon consists mainly of stores--in short all that is included in the usual "Water Front."

IN TAMAL LAND

   The most interesting object in Tiburon is on the road between that place and Belvedere. This is none other than the remains of a remarkable old hulk, now beached and converted into a habitation. Besides its unique appearance, there is an interesting tale connected with the Tropic Bird which is something like the following:

    "Early in the year 1850 the good ship, Tropic Bird, Captain Homans skipper, set sail from Gloucester, Mass., with a cargo of general produce bound for the Golden Gate. On board was a mixed crew, seafaring men and land lubbers, all having but one hope, one idea--the far-famed gold fields of California. A good true ship was the Tropic Bird and a good true man her skipper, who had with him his brother.
   "One day is very much like another on a long ocean voyage, when the wind holds good and the weather is fair; but there came a time when ominous murmurings, gathering force each day, the echo of a mutinous discontent, reached the quick ears of the young Captain and his brother.

THE TIBURON DEPOT

IN TAMAL LAND

   "The cargo was a valuable one. They were on the high seas. If the crew stood together against the two men they were as nothing in their hands.
   "One night the cloud burst, there was a loud cry from the first mate, and in a second every one was in the scrimmage.
   "The Captain rushed on deck. Though light, he was strong and a famous wrestler. As soon as he appeared he was pounced upon by the leader of the mutiny, called Dutch Dick, a big, heavy, slouching fellow. With almost superhuman strength the gallant Captain disarmed and stunned his foe after a heavy tussle.
   "Men were moaning, yelling, dying on all sides, when suddenly above this howling, cursing, blood- thirsty mob, there was a bright, piercing flash, the sharp battalion crack, crack of thunder.
   "The storm was on them. No time now for murder and rapine. It was a battle against the elements. The Captain was up roaring orders to his men. Those who could, obeyed and worked with a will in the common danger.
   "Battered, tempest-torn, thrown hither and thither, a mere cockle shell in the hands of God's elements, the staunch ship,

"THE TROPIC BIRD."