Sonoma Democrat, 22 October 1857
A Porcine Paragraph. — We observed several large lots of swine being driven through our streets toward Petaluma on Sunday last, from the upper part of the valley. They were in fine condition, and will furnish the bachelor portion of the population of San Francisco, with many a luscious spare-rib. In fact, they will make “pork as is pork, (to use a vulgarism) having never wallowed in the filth and offal that forms the daily bill of fare of “City pigs,” but have revelled in the stubble of the rich harvest fields, and ruminated among their favorite mast, since the days of their juvenile pig-hood, until the rich, nutritious qualities of this species of food, has accumulated streaks of delightful fat and lean upon their ribs, such as would have caused Charles Lamb to have gone into ecstacies at the sight of, even though advanced into the ripened dignities of hoghood, and no longer to be denominated “roasters.” He would love them, not for what they are, but for what they have been. We commened these porcine quadrupeds to the epicurean palates of San Francisco, as the very acme of excellence, in this department of human carnivorous fodder.