Around the World on a Bicycle

Cram's Point for breakfast

Traversing several miles of corduroy road, through huckleberry swamps, next morning, I reach Cram's Point for breakfast. A remnant of some Indian tribe still lingers around here and gathers huckleberries for the market, two squaws being in the village purchasing supplies for their camp in the swamps. "What's the name of these Indians here?" I ask.. "One of em's Blinkie, and t'other's Seven-up," is the reply, in a voice that implies such profound knowledge of the subject that I forbear to investigate further.

Jumbo comes out to meet me
From page 107 of "Around the World on a Bicycle ... From San Francisco to Teheran. With ... illustrations" by Thomas Stevens (1887) courtesy of the British Library