Such was the pair who ruled in the old Silverado Hotel, among the windy trees, on the mountain shoulder overlooking the whole length of Napa Valley, as the man aloft looks down on the ship’s deck. There they kept house, with sundry horses and fowls, and a family of sons, Daniel Webster, and I think George Washington, among the number. Nor did they want visitors. An old gentleman, of singular stolidity, and called Breedlove⁠—I think he had crossed the plains in the same caravan with Rufe⁠—housed with them for awhile during our stay; and they had besides a permanent lodger, in the form of Mrs.