He threw himself down; crushing the fragrant, small-leaved vines of "Yerba buena" as he fell, and, hiding his face, Timoteo cried in a half-angry, half-hopeless tumult of feeling.
"Out of the Triangle"
Mary E. Bamford
Referring to the change in name from Yerba Buena to San Francisco, in 1847, a writer says: "A site so desirable for a city, formed by nature for a great destiny on one of the finest bays in the world, looking out upon the greatest, the richest, and the most pacific of oceans-in the very track of empire-in the healthiest of latitudes-such a site could not fail to attract the attention of the expanding Saxon race.
"Complete Story of the San Francisco Horror"
Richard Linthicum Trumbull White Samuel Fallows
In return they could purchase anything they wanted-knives, spurs, rings for horse-gear, clothing, Yerba mate and sugar; tobacco, castor-oil, salt and pepper, and oil and vinegar, and such furniture as they required-iron pots, spits for roasting, cane-chairs, and coffins.
"Far Away and Long Ago"
W. H. Hudson