In San Diego County there is but one Portuguese fisherman, as is also the case in Los Angeles, the county immediately adjoining.

It is not because they wear three pair of breeches, one over the other, that they arrive perfectly dry & clean, in spite of rain & mud: it is not because they have woolen wigs, that their stiff & wiry frisure def(y)ies moisture: it is not because they go loaded each with as much pomade, brushes & soap as would serve to adonize a whole regiment of Bas Breton(s) conscripts, that they have always the beard smooth, & the nails irreproachable: it is because the external air has not touched them: it is because they walk, drink, sleep & eat in their fluid, as in a glass bell of 20 feet of thickness, & across which they behold with pity the cavaliers whose hair the wind discomposes, & the foot-passenger whose shoes the snow soils.

Exhaust is vented to the outside.

500 shekels of cassia — all according to the sanctuary shekel — and a hin of olive oil.