By not staying longer than one night in Sacramento, we missed onv of the finest telling yer the gor-mighty's truth; this spot is the paradise, the only genu-wine paradise on earth, I'm telling' yer no livs. Wo 1 the finest fruit here in the world, absolutely the finest—some! I guess you Englishers have no melons like our melons, At Ladi I cud show yer a melon patch of thirty thousand acres—yuss, sir, thirty thousand! Why, every day we send back East one hundred and fifty carloads of fruit; that's a deal, isn't it—some! We've got dum big ranches out here—there's one of 42,000 acres, 42,000, sir! And here in Sacramento we make the finest beer,
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