I am twelve years old, and go to the Lincoln School. It is so
called because it has a statue of Abraham Lincoln in front of it.
It was built in 1864, has over twelve hundred pupils enrolled, and
I think it is the best school in the city. I have been making vases
out of Farallon eggs to send East to my cousins. The eggs come from
the Farallon Islands, twenty-one miles outside of the Golden Gate.
They are of a blue color, and have marks on them that look like
hieroglyphics. The birds that lay them are a species of gull. I was
born in San Francisco, and have lived here most of my life. Four
years I spent up in the mountains on a farm, or ranch, as they call
it here.