was Saturday, and the steamer wouldn't leave San Francisco until the
next Friday, that he would have time to remain here over Sunday. So he
left the train at the station in Pacific Avenue, and, Finding a hotel
near the station, he started out to see something of the city famous
for its dirt and for the World's Fair, two widely different things.

CHAPTER XIII.

SAN FRANCISCO-- THE TRANSPORT GONE-- WORKING HIS WAY TO HONOLULU BY
PEELING VEGETABLES ON A PACIFIC LINER-- THE CAPITAL OF HAWAII.

ARCHIE found Chicago to be so widely different from New York that
everything he saw was new and interesting to him. In the afternoon he
managed to see something of the congested business section of the
city, the tall office buildings, the great stores, and the famous
Board of Trade. It was all very fine, he thought, but still it wasn't
nearly so fascinating to him as New York had been on the first day he
visited it. "Chicago seems so very much like some great town," he
explained to the hotel clerk in the evening. "I feel as if I were not
in a great city at all, because there are not the evidences of a large
and wealthy population that we have everywhere in New York." Archie
spoke of New York as if he had lived there always, and found much to
criticise in Chicago. But toward evening he went up to Lincoln Park
and the beautiful North Shore, and he felt that there was nothing more
beautiful in New York than this magnificent park, and this handsome
Lake Shore Drive, with its great houses whose lawns reached down
almost to the lake itself. On the South Side of the city, too, he
found some handsome streets and residences, but there was always that
feeling of being in some rapidly growing town. It wasn't hard for
Archie to realise that there were older houses in his native town than