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AN ILLUSTRATED MAGAZINE OF THE WEST. '^i !^ '^
Vol. XXXVII. SECOND SERIES.
JANUARY-JULY, .... 1901.
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FREDERICK MARRIOTT, Publisher, - - - San Francisco, Cal.
INDEX.
Adjournment Sine Die, An Story. By William Wassell 772
Adventures of Shunyakclah, The Illustrated. By Frances Knapp 602
After-Life Poem. By Park Bamltz 595
Aloft Poem. By Elizabeth Gtorberding 622
Industrial Innovation, An By Fairfield Jones 1146
Answered Poem. By Blinor Merrill 693
Arrov^ead, The Illustrated. By Bugene Elton 625
Aztec Calendar Stone, The Illustrated. By Adelia H. Tafflnder. .695
Bettina the Redemptioner Story. By Jeannette H. Walworth .. 6d5
Big Yellow Stag, The Story, ni. By R. B. Townsend 825
Birds of Prey Story. By Blizabeth Haight Strong. .593
Birth of the Winds, The. Poem. By Maud Dunkley 584
Books: To Read or Not to Read 654, 727, 1047, 1140
California Poem. By Annette Kohn 629
California Indian, The V. Illustrated. By Alfred V. La Motte. .831 -
Cascades, MlirValley, The Illustration 669
Chinese Jews By A. Kingsley Glover 692
Chinese Misalliance, A Story. By A. B. Westland 611
City Hall Park and U. S. PostofRce, San Jose, Frontispiece 1060
Qfiffee Culture in Mexico Illustrated. By Lawrence M. Terry. .703
Cross Roads Story, ni. By Mary Harding .lOOe^
Cy Warman and His Boys Illustrated. By Elizabeth Vore 674
D. Cupid, Hack Writer Poem. By Wallace Irwin 684
Daughter of the Mayflower, The Poem. By Charlotte Leech 610
Discontent Poem. By Ina Wright Hanson 643
Diary Habit, The Essay. By Gelett Burgess 596
Easter Lilies Poem. By Blanche M. Burbank 824
Francesca: A Tale of Fishemuin's Wharf. .Illustrated. By Jans Van Dusen 659
Qirl from Noumea, The Story. HI. By J. F. Rose-Soley 809
Glimpse of Belvedere, A Illustration 680
Haidah Indians, The lU. Margaret Wentworth Leighton. .1083
Home Shot, The Story. By Helen Shafter 1101
Homing Pigeons in Local Lofts Illustrated. By Theodore Oontz 1093
Index.
Indians of the Hoopa Reservation Illustrated. By Theodore Qonta....6ao
Kamako Story, ni. By Hester A. Benedict. . .779
Killing of Joslah Rockman, The Story. By Elisabeth Duttim .Wl
Land of William Tell, The Illustrated. By Jane Nearlein 710
Lawyer-Poet's High Play at the National
Capital, A By George Selwyn «23
Life on the Gilbert Islands Illustrated. By Arthur Inkersley . . . 1006
Light that Blinded, The^ Story. By Lou Rodman Teeple 609
Lion as Game, The Adventure. By Fred Harvey Major. .719
\loss of the Rio de Janiero, The niustrated. By Alexander Wolff 847
Mad Patrol, The Story, m. By Lucy Baker Jerome. .1019
Matter of Opinion, A Editorial. . . .657, 730, 804, 852, 1048, 136
Marg S^tpry. By Alma Martin Bstabrook. .776
Mariposa Lilies Poem. By L. Craigham 600
Matilija's Daughter Story. By H. M. Love 1081
\Mexloo's Greatest Festival Illustrated. Clara Spalding Brown. .1027
Nwexican Indian Passion Play, The Illustrated. By L. M. Terry 817
New Wonder of the World, A Illustrated. By Joaquin Miller 787
Northern California:
The Sacramento Valley:
Its Resources and Industries Illustrated. By Oen. N. P. Chipman. .887
Off Mile Rock Poem. By Isidore Baker 1086
Old Indian Paintings at Los Angeles Illustrated. By Blizabeth T. Mills 776
Oregon Ruffed Grouse, The By Herbert Bashford 1098
Pan-American Exposition, The Illustrated. By Henry Beever 644
Picturesque Guanajuato Illustrated. B. Clara Spaulding Brown..617
Presented Poem. By Amelia W. Truesdell 774
Princess Ronhllda and the Princess
Laluaba, The Story. By Wardon Allan Curtis. ..'.. .676
Red, Black and Yellow, The Essay. By John T. Bramhall 722
Rune of the Riven Pine, The Poem. By Aldis Dunbar 771
Rose Carnival and Santa Clara Valley.. niustrated. By H. L. Wells 1102
Saved by a Mosquito Adventure. By Fred Harvey Major. .637
Scorn of Women, The Illustrated. By Jack London 979
Sea Change Poem. By Herman Scheffauer 690
Sister Fllomena Story. By J. F. Rose-Soley 598
"1600" Story. By Helen B. Wright 666
Some Reminiscences of Early Days Recorded by Oeorge Selwyn 842
Sparrows, The Poem. By Lou Rodman Teeple 1034
Story of San Juan Capistrano, A Illustrated. By Harry R. P. Forbes. .681
Tattler, The Story. By Maurice Gradwohl 840
Tahiti '. Illustrated. By Arthur Inkersley 1074
Theosophy and Theosophists Illustrated. By H. S. Olcott 992
To the Mona Lisa of Da VlncI Poem. By Park Bamitz 790
Trail In the Redwoods, The niustrated. By W. G, Bonner 1061
Two Poems Poem. By Eleanore F. Lewis 1025
Umatilla Cradle Song Poem. 111. By Mary H. Coates 837
Varney Sykes' Little Phil By Helen M. Wright 1087
War Correspondents of To-day, The Illustrated. By James F. J. Archlbald..791
Winter Sunset at Santa Barbara, A Poem. By S. E. A. Higglns 777
With Whips and Scorns Story. By Edward F. CahiU 670
With John James Ingalls Sketch. By James Matlock Scovel..716
Welcoming the Buddha's Most Holy
Bones Illustrated. By D. Brainard Spooner . .585
Woman Who Has Lived History, A By Margaret Coy Kendall 640
Yosemite Poem. By Irving Outcalt 1006
Yosemlte Legends Poem. HI. By g^n^^d^^tSOOgld^^
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Welcoming tKe BuddKet's Most Holy Bones.
By D. Brainerd Spooner. (Tutor at the Siamese Legation, Tokyo.)
ROBABLY in benighted Christendom
it is not grenerally known that an an-
( } cient dagaba was opened on the border
^ of Nepal a year or two ago, wherein
were found, I think, five urns, containing
Tarious relics of Gotama Buddha, even to
& portion of his most Holy Bones. The gol-
den trinkets and the urns themselves, I am
toM on high authority, found an unworthy
last resting place, some in the Calcutta,
some in the British museum; but the Bones
were presented by the British (Government
to the King of Siam, as the only Buddhist
Domirch in the world. Thereupon the
representatives in Bankok of the various
countries where Buddhism is a popular, tho'
Bot the State religion, prayed His Majesty
for fragments, among them as was natural,
the mfaiister of the Mikado. His Majesty
sraeioasly granting this request, a depu-
tation of Japanese Buddhist priests was
itraightway chosen, with Lord Otani, son of
the Most Rev. Count Otani of the Higashi
fioo^eoanji, Kyoto, at its head, and the com-
luy, eighteen in all, set out to receive the
H0I7 ReUcs.
Meanwhile the Siamese Minister in Tokyo
»w busy writing letters and preparing the
'^y for this delegation, which was possibly
•e reason why they were received so roy-
•fiy,— which adverb will stand a literal in-
t»pretatlon. They were in Siam one week;
I ttned with the King, went to Ayuthia in
*» private train, saw the "sacred" white
^Muuits, had dinners and theatre parties
9hn. In short, it was a delightful and
feeaorable experience. With fitting cere-
•■les they received the Holy Relics in a
'•■el of pure gold and sailed away for home
^firing safely and in due time at Nagasaki,
^*ere. as at other cities between there and
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the ancient capital they rested a day or two,
thereby giving the people an opportunity
to worship.
Of all this the Marquis had been kept
informed by telegraph, (and. I by him) and
he thought it would be a neat bit of courtesy
to go to Kyoto, where the Bones are to rest
temporarily, to welcome the priests on their
return, and, merely Incidentally, see uie
Gion Matsuri.
His Excellency very kindly insisting that I
should go with him, we started out, we two
alone, and imsuspectingly existed through
the weary hours and worse heat until we
reached Nagoya, where, to my unspeakable
surprise and embarrassment (I chose that
word: I had to be interpreter) we found
a group of priests who had been sent those
hundred miles to meet His Excellency. And
from there on the stations were picturesque
with littie knots of reverend gentlemen.
The situation began to dawn on us, which
was indeed fortunate, else what should we
have done on reaching Kyoto? The plat-
form was packed. Jammed with priests.
"Bishop and abbot and prior were there;
Many a monk, and many a friar.
Many a knight and many a squire.
With a great many more of lesser degree.
In sooth, a goodly company."
And not a soul spoke English. Woe was
me! Policemen, however, straightway took
us in charge, struck a path through the
crowd with their swords, and escorted us
triumphantly to the waiting-room, where
each of the "goodly company" paid his re-
spects and his compliments to the Minister.
It was an occasion. Of course I could not
understand their titles, and could only guess
which was which by the gorgeousness of
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their robes and the hush of the others on
the approach of certain ones.
After I had collected a few hundred huge
cards inscribed in unintelligible Chinese
characters, the policemen cut another path
through the by this time seemingly im-
penetrable forest of people, and we were
ushered to His Grace's carriage. The hettos
started shrieking up the street, and we were
off for the hotel. This, too, seemed some-
thing triumphal, for, as has already been
to see, full of that peace which the world
cannot give. Courtesy to him was instinct-
ive, and I bowed very low before I learned
he was the Archbishop of the Myohoin, the
temple where the Holy Relics now rest.
And I must tell you of the present he sent
the Marquis. A large box, r.bont two an^ a
half by four feet, carried in on a stand with
handles, and full of the most artistic confec-
tions man ever saw, perfect roses in full
bloom and of all colors, morning glories.
A View of the Procession in Kyoto.
said, it was the eve of the Zion Matsuri, and
the streets were well filled. But in compari-
son to what came later it was as solitude.
It would make an article in itself to ade-
quately describe the reception at the hotel.
The costumes, the profound bows, the Ori-
ental compliments, and all. One old gentle-
man was particularly striking in a long-
sleeved gown of purple gauze over white,
a red brocade arrangement on his left side,
white gloves and digitated socks, and with
the sweetest, kindliest face one could wish
pine cones and needles, conventional sea-
waves, delicate petals of the pink lotus scat-
tered over a mass of their own green leaves,
— a sight for goddesses to weep at with envy.
Now we had to come to Kyoto one day ear-
ly to see the matsuri, but unfortunately for
our plans, the next day the priests were due
to reach Osaka, and those in Kyoto politely
insisted on our going thither to witness the
ceremonies, which we did: and therby hang
several tales.
We were the only guests at the large
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Osaka Club Hotel, and after a peaceful tiffin,
which was the last peace In hours, went
down to the station to meet the Bones,
which came at last amid the prostrate multi-
tudes and the richly robed priests, his Lord-
ship at their head In delicate brown with
a shimmer of purple somewhere. After a
deal of heedlessness on somebody's part the
procession started out for the Tennojl, a
very ancient temple said to have been found-
ed by Shotoku Talshl as long ago as the
year 600; and In the first coach rode the
nese lettering, are marching solemnly
through the narrow, sometimes covered
streets, something like those pictures we
used to have in our geographies of a ''street
in Canton." And everywhere are crowds of
devout spectators. Considerably ahead of
the shrine containing the Holy Bones comes
our coach, surrounded by priests, and
whether the populace took us for the Relics
to be adored, or simply limbs of Satan to
be appeased, Is not clearly stated in the
text; but whatever the cause, the fact re-
in. Full Array.
Siamese Minister and his English tutor.
I think anyone at home would have deemed
it worth considerable to see that coach.
It must have been nearly as old as the tem-
ple, blue brocaue Inside and out, gilded with
tassles and long gold fringe — a sight to be-
hold. But funnier still, omitting mention of
the steed, was an old three-foot organ that
faced our seat — "a yard of music."
The long line of dignified priests in their
flowing robes, the fantastic standard bearers
with long and narrow fiags inscribed in Chi-
mains that they worshiped us as we passed
by! Actually put their hands together in-
side their rosaries, bowed as only Orientals
can, and in pious accents murmured their
musical Eastern prayer, "Namu Amlda
Butsu, Namu Amlda Butsu," (usually trans-
lated, "I adore thee, O Eternal Buddha.")
until the Marquis and I could not stand It
any longer, and fairly shed tears — of laugh-
ter. And it was so hot! Then he got in-
dignant; sat bolt upright, shook his fist and
expostulated with them, "No, no! No, no!
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I'm not a bone! I'm not a bone!" — but it
was in vain. In desperation he opened the
organ, and while I pumped, played snatches
of Siamese songs on those keys that had not
yet reached Nirvana. Vanity of vanities!
They seemed to think them the strains
of heavenly harps, for they only bowed the
lower, and mumbled faster and faster, till
all the air was one loud hum of "Namwami-
dabu" — until we were too weak to play or
laugh any more, and simply lay back ex-
hausted. About this time I looked out the
gold-fringed window on my side, and caught
the eye of a youth just putting his hands
together for prayer — and I felt sorry for
him; his astonishment, his dumb amaze at
seeing me was very touching. He was one
of my old students at Obsu, ringleader in a
"strige" there was.
We finally reached the temple, after three
mortal hours of being worshiped in that
brocade organ coach, and rested awhile,
sipping tea with the high-priests, after
prayers in the temple, and afterwards car-
ried away our boxes of cake, Japanese fash-
ion. We were wholesale dealers by the end
of the week.
A sail — or whatever you call it when a
man shoves you along with a pole — ^up and
down the river alive with lanterned pleas-
ure boats full of gay Orientals singing to
their tinkling samisens or their lugubrious
shakuhachis ended that day's incongruities,
and we rested for the morow.
On that day the Governor very kindly sent
his carriage, and we went to see the queer
old sacred dances at the Tennoji, which were
given despite the rain on an uncovered stage
between two ponds simply crawling with
tortoises. The rich old costumes of the
dancers against the huge upright temple
drums, with the pagoda towering in the
background, made a truly weird and East-
ern picture. The dancers themselves were
not at all exciting, being merely dignified,
but to the unregenerate, meaningless panta-
mimes, yet interesting withal and quite im-
pressive, especially at the part where the
ofTerings were made, two priests standing
in the center of the stage, each with a huge
red umbrella held over his head, and a wee
little boy in attendance, while young men
hurried across with stands or trays of vari-
ous kinds of foods, which were received by
the priests at the top of the temple steps
and placed before the altar.
That night we returned to Kyoto so as to
be there to meet the Bones again, which
we did early the next morning, and fell
back of His Lordship, or rather tried to,
for the crowd was perfectly unmanageable.
We were separated long before we got to
the little wicket leading in from the plat-
form, and where the crush was terrific;
no superlative is adequate. Of course it was
mostly a reverent crowd, but not wholly.
The inevitable pickpocket was abroad, I dis-
covered, on looking later for my watch.
It is but a little way from the station to
the Higashi Hougwanji, and after getting
through the jam, and with the help of one
of the priests, who had met us at Nagoya,
rejoining the Minister, is was only a few
minutes before we turned in between the
two huge bronze lanterns into the great yard
of the temple, filing between lines of nearly
prostrate priests. It was a wonderful pic-
ture. The temple is one of the largest in
the Empire, with a massive double Oriental
roof whose countless beams were hoisted
into place by ropes of human hair, which
was the only offering the peasant women
could make. On either side of the broad
and high steps stood a line of temple musi-
cinans in pale grey silk, the one with green,
the other with purple scarfs, playing the
weirdest of music on queer instruments —
dies of pipes of unequal lengths bound to-
gether and held straight up in the air in
playing. To these really solemn strains the
little case with its covering of gold bro-
cade was carried up the steps, across the
spacious hall, and deposited on the central
altar; the white folding doors of the chancel,
long and narrow paneled with frames of
gold, were quickly closed, and the Marquis
and I withdrew to an inner room finished in
natural woods with plain gold walls, and
tnere we waited.
We had visited this temple once before,
the morning we went to Osaka, when the
Minister had an audience, so to speak, with
His Grace the Archbishop, a most charming
gentleman, who for dignity of rank and per-
son is certainly surpassed by few. And yet
the Americanism in me is so strong that
I could scarcely accustom myself in all the
days we were there to the sight of the
other priests, who in any ordinary presence
might be counted high kneeling on the fioor
when addressing him. His robes were
of course gorgeousness itself, but his bro-
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cade was especially worthy of mention as
a gift from the Mikado (His Grace is a
kinsman of the Empress) and was figured
in the Imperial chrysanthemum crest, which
1 believe he said no other priest might wear.
In shape it was the' same as that of any
priest's; a piece about two feet wide sus-
pended from the left shoulder by a strap of
the same material, and encircling the body
without meeting at the right — a curious
thing, whose name I'm sure I do not know.
They call it "kesa," and on ordinary occa-
nalia of Buddhism glittering before it, and
beautifully reflected in the black lacquer
floor, as are the gold walls at the back,
painted in enormous lotuses. Above the
chancel runs a wide frieze, a solid mass
of intricate and exquisite carving, all in
the brightness of new gilt, for this is the
newest, as well as one of the grandest of
Buddhist temples, having been erected in
1895 at enormous expense, almost, if not
quite all, being raised by popular subscrip-
tion.
Buddhist Priests.
sions wear it carefully folded quite as the
Episcopal clergy do their stoles.
While we are waiting let me tell you some-
thing about the interior of this temple,
whose main hall is the largest room in Japan
(something of Milton's vagueness, perhaps,
but I trust not obsolete), and whose ceil-
ing is supported by great three-foot pillars
of teak wood. The chancel is enclosed by
the narrow white doors above-mentioned,
which usually stand open, showing the three
altars, the central and main one a perfect
blaze of gold with all the shining parapher-
Now, I know I am a failure at descrip-
tion, but were I the master of it par excel-
lence, it would still be impossible to show
the beauty of a Buddhist temple, its wealth
of gold and carving, to one unfamiliar to
Oriental extravagance of decoration. But
i** you could have seen that hall as we pres-
ently saw it, from our vantage point within
the chancel, filled with countless numbers of
high-priests from all over the Empire, clad
ia the most gorgeous of silks and brocades
o^ every conceivable shade — you would agree
that mortal eyes have seldom seen anythinir
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surpassing It in spendor. Certainly few,
if any courts, could compare with it in msL&
nificence of coloring.
After a priestly tiffin of inedible vegeta-
bles, the Holy Relics, wii:ch had been placed
in an ornate golden shrine newly made, took
their place in the procession which had
started hours before, and we were off again.
First came the shrine, then Lord Otanl, and
two other high-priests returned from Bang-
kok, then a man in stiff white, with a peaked
black cap, bearing aloft a Siamese flag
whose elephant was fearfully and wonder-
fully made, with claws like a Bengal tiger's.
In the shadow of this marvelous creature
walked the Siamese Minister, with me at his
shoulder; then his official interpreter, who
long since rescued me, and from there on
an endless line of priests.
Like all summer days in Kyoto, it was hot.
We had waited four hours, had had prac-
tically no tiffin, and to walk through those
miles of sweltering people was a test of
one's faith; and I alone of all that multi-
tude had none to test. But fortunately they
had spent something like seven thousand
yen on a covering of white cloth which ex-
tended from the Hongwanji clear to the
Myohoin, and save for which we had surely
given out.
The astonishment of the people on seeing
me among those thousands of priests was
amusing — ^that is, until I discovered the
truth, which was — can you guess? They
were taking me for the Siamese Minister,
me with my red cheeks and redder beard!
Yes, the Marquis passed by unnoticed, and
they saved their bows and benedictions for
insignificant me. People nudged their wor-
shiping neighbors that they should look at
me, and thus was many a prayer left half
unsaid. The sacrilege I caused! I began to
be alarmed lest His Excellency blame me
for it, and yet I'm sure it was not my fault
that the populace could not distinguish be-
tween a Southern noble and his Northern
slave. Gradually I dropped back and back,
however, until I was between priests whose
flowing silks eCFectually screened me from
my worshipers.
I think it took us fully three hours to
reach the Myohoin, and never was saint
or sinner so glad of rest and tea. They have
a very neat way of serving tea, those priests.
The cups are a little larger than the ordi-
nary Japanese ones, and are served on
little lacquer stands like elevated saucers,
and every cup is covered with a tiny lacquer
lid.
After the Minister and I had worshiped —
I not knowing at the time the full signi-
ficance of bowing before the idol and scat-
tering powdered incense over the glowing
coals in the censer — we were allowed to
go home; I say this for the hotel seemed a
very home, we were so tired.
But the next day brought the most en-
joyable experience of all, a tiffin at Count
Otani's, given in, or next, the Mikado's
apaitments in the retiring villa of the Lord
Abbot, opening wide on what are rightly
famed as the most beautiful gardens in the
ancient capital. The banquet (we had of
course a delicious French menu and the best
of wines) lasted fully four hours, during
which on the one side geese kicked antics
in the pond and storks raced up and down
the lawns and on the other some famous
actors especially hired for the occasion pre-
sented three comic pieces from the Japan-
ese theatre. After the tiffin the whole party,
eight in all, rode around the pretty ponds in
a little boat festooned with purple; in and
out the tiny pine-clad islets, under the semi-
circular bridges, up and down the grassy
bank; watched the gold-fish crowd for food,
admired the parrots and the peacock, then
took our jinrlkishas and were trundled back
to the hotel.
The following days were spent in tiffins
at the different temples (though as flesh is
forbidden in most of the Buddhist sects, our
reverend hosts were usually unable to join
us) and in witnessing the ceremonies at
the Myohoin.
Did you ever see a Buddhist ceremony?
They are very beautiful and very interesting,
although a total ignorance of the meaning
o^ what is being said and done inevitably
detracts from the solemnity. The urn con-
taining the Holy Relics had been taken from
the portable shrine and placed on the central
altar, directly in front of which was a
raised seat for the Archbishop, the other
priests sitting around the room. And over
all floated the perfumed clouds of Incense
from the censer on the altar. After numer-
ous ceremonies, prostrations, and mystic
finger signs on the part of the Archbishop,
tbey all arose and circled round the room,
bowing low each time they passed the altar
as is done in certain Christian churches.
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all this time chanting In slow and solemn
strains from what I took to be hymnals or
breviaries, held on round metallic plates
from which depended long silken cords of a
sombre hue, and from time to time dropping
little round pieces of dark paper which
zigzagged lightly to the matted floor. It
was very effective. Gradually the Arch-
bishop moved in toward his throne, the
others back to their original positions; once
more all were seated and the metal plates
removed. After a seeming repetition of what
had preceded the marching (or should I say
processional) the Archbishop rose and slowly
lowed bones, the size of a finger's end. But
small and yellowed though they be they
have a golden resting place, and millions
of pious heads bow down to them.
We broKe the journey back at Nagoya, and
at one other place, so small as not to be
mentioned in Murray's Guide; a little place
called Fukuroi, where is the temple of one
of the high-priests of the delegation to
Siam. Our long line of jinrickishas, for sev-
eral priests accompanied us, wended its
meandering way through low-lying rice-
fields and stretches of bamboo forests until
we reached the stone steps of the temple.
Tennoji-Temple at Osaka.
very slowly, withdrew from the room, while
the others touched their foreheads to the
fioor, not rising till he had crossed the
threshold.
The last grand ceremony came on the
twenty-fourth of July, when the urn was
opened and the Holy Relics reverently
shown. I myself was not allowed to be
present, as only the heads of the different
sects were admitted, but the Minister tried
to console me by saying that looked at
merely as a sight they were perhaps a little
disappointing, being simply three little yel-
which nestles high up on a hillside far above
the surrounding country. Here we found
the priests and acolytes drawn up to receive
us, and filing between them climbed up to
our neat little open room, where we were
provided with cool kimonas and then shown
to our perfumed baths.
About seven o'clock, I think it was, prob-
ably about sunset, we were called to wor-
ship, and whether or not it was because this
V' a temple lo the god of fire, I do not know,
but the ceremony was very different from
anything we saw in Kyoto. The chancel
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itself, deep and narrow, and nearly filled
with the great altar, is somewhat raised
above the level of the chapel in which
we sat on a raised mat in the center of the
floor, a boy industriously fanning off the
mosquitoes from our devoted persutis, tne
rest of the ''audience" squatting on tnelr
heels around the room. At the left of the
chancel stood the upright drum, which
boomed incessantly, in unison, however,
with the deep-toned gong upon the right.
Behind these sat the priests, in two rows,
two by two, the Bishop in the center on a
mat somewhat similar to our own, placed
in front of the altar in which reposed instead
of the Buddha's Bones, a photograph of the
Siamese King. The most interesting part
of the service, which was very long, was the
opening of the Holy Scriptures, which was
done to dispel all evil spirits, we were told.
The books are not like ours, but are without
backs, simply long and narrow covers, be-
tween which are folded back and forth long
strips of paper, so that when you lift one
cover the pages stretch out and fall back
a;jain like the sides of an accordeon. I have
forgotten how many volumes there were;
each priest had a pile of trays full of them,
and at a given sibnal took one, raised it rev-
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ted, opened it, first to the left, then to the
right, and so on, the pages falling after one
another just as water falls.
At that point in their prayer-book -where
special petitions are inserted, the Bishop
raised his aged voice and in tremulous ac-
cents invoked the blessings of his God on
King Chulaloukoru, in words I could not
understand, and upon the Marquis in tho
following strange formula: "Shyam koshl
kakka, Banzai,,'* "Shyam koshi kakka.
Banzai y' which is at least something equiva-
lent to "Three cheers for His Excellency, the
Siamese Minister, hip, hip, hurrah!"
Our beds that night were spread upon
the floor, great piles of quilts (they sleep
on one themselves) with rolls of chaff for
pillows, and all the night two priests walked
to guard their honored guest! But beds
were not important after ah; we were
late to them in the first place, and by three
o'clock the next morning the reverberations
of their matutinal devotions expelled the
possibility of sleep. At three o'clock! After
a very early and still more frugal meal, al-
though they served a banquet for a priest,
we followed the purple-robed Bishop up
the mountain side, around his little shrines
and teahouses, and while the cocks were
still a-crowing, were off for Tokyo.
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ARIA LUCERO lay dying in her tiny
bea-ioom over the restaurant she
had kept for thirty years. Equal
to the emergency of death as she
had been to every need of life, she had pur-
chased her cofQn over a month ago, and
locked it in the little room opening into the
one in which she was passing away. Why
she kept that door locked her nephews An-
gelo and Guilio could not imagine. They
surely did not wish her gastly purchase
for themselves, but, on the contrary, were
more than content that it should be put to
the use for which she selected it.
It would soon be needed, they thought, as
they watched with repressed interest, the
fight between life and death for the tired
body in the wide, old-fashioned bed. She
lay on her bed with her eyes half-closed, her
right hand and arm extended at her right
side. The left hand was pressed over her
heart. They tried to move it, but, weak as
she was, she ottered resistance. The neph-
ews then withdrew to the narrow balcony
with its pots of scarlet geraniums, to wait
until the struggle was over.
In a low chair beside her sat the friend
she had known for over ten years, Captain
Simi, of the schooner Dancing Wave. He
had told her that he would close her eyes,
and he was present to fulfill his promise.
Death advanced steadily, and for every min-
ute she fought him determinedly.
Sounds of the busy world came to them
like an echo. Heavy trucks rumbled through
the narrow streets, milk wagons clattered
by, peddlers straggled past, half calling,
half singing; the penetrating screams of
children at their play; all these sounds,
jumbled and muffled by the distance, floated
up to the watchers of the dying. Then the
rattling of dishes followed the blowing of
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eager nostrils from La Buena Mesa under-
neath. Pablo Salazar was taking their
aunt s place in the little back kitchen, where
for thirty years she had leaned over the stove
and cooked for her patrons. She had passed
more than one-third of her life amidst its
fumes, getting up at sunrise and going to
bed at midnight in the stuffy bed-room over-
head, the very walls of which reeked with
the pungent odor of her cooking.
"She must be very rich," Angelo and Gui-
lio thought, for she had lived economically,
almost to miserliness, and never given them
any money, sometimes refusing them even
a meal in La Buena Mesa. Now all her ac-
cumulations of years would soon be theirs,
and they might walk in and out of the res-
taurant whenever they pleased. They held
their breaths as they tried to imagine the
exact amount. There it was in the small
iron chest in the corner, which the old
aunt used for a seat morning and evening,
when she put on and pulled off the red
stockings she always worr.
They had never seen the inside of the
chest, for the key to it hung from a ribbon
about her neck. The cold hard metal lay
on the withered breast, in which had died
all passion save the one of possession. It
was her scapula. She kept It constantly
warmed with the faint heat of her shrunken
bosom. Many a time during the last month
Angelo and Guilio looked at that ribbon,
calculating, enviously, and thought how lan-
guidly beat the pulse in the wrinkled throat,
and how easily its feeble throbs could be
made to cease. But it was safer to wait,
for Maria Lucero grew weaker every day.
The odors of her hard-working life seemed
closing round her, smothering her.
As though she could read their thoughts,
the figure in the bed moved restlessly. The
Captain moistened her lips with ^^^^Ifcter,
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and then resumed his seat. It made his
great heart ache to see how helpless had be-
come the active frame of his strange friend.
Never had he seen her still before; not since
the first time he met her, over ten years
ago.
He had landed in the strange port of
San Francisco, one rainy afternoon, and had
not even an acquaintance in the place.
He found his way like a homing pigeon to
this Mexican settlement in the heart of a for-
eign city, and his foot-steps sirayed to La
Buena Mesa, where the hot savory dishes re-
minded him of home and the kindly ways of
Maria Lucero won his friendship.
After that, whenever his schooner was
in port, he lived at the little restaurant,
and they always made a gala time of it.
He promised to take her out on the bay,
and she planned the trip with all the eag-
erness of a child. How surprised her cus-
tomers would be when they found La Buena
Mesa closed at high-noon, and what good
things to eat she would cook to take with
them!
She was to have the trip at last, but it
would make no difference to her if the day
was calm, or a stift breeze blowing, tufting
the waters with white caps. She would
never return from it. Neither would they
take the Captain's favorite frijoles with
them, nor the tortillas for which she was
famed. Instead, she would go on board the
schooner in the coffin she had kept strangely
locked in the little back room for the lc«st
month, and he would bury her at sea, as
she had made him promise to do. The worth-
less nephews would then squander in a few
months the money she had worked hard for
years to earn, and denied herself to save.
A sound made him turn toward the bed.
Death had won the fight. He arose, removed
the pillows, lowered the head, and pressed
down the lids. Then he joined Angelo and
Guilio on the rickety balcony, and saw their
exulting countenances and the low gray
houses opposite as through a mist.
After a little while he returned, untied
the faded ribbon about the brown throat,
and removed the key that she held in her
left hand. As he crossed the limp hands
on the still breast, he noticed that she
had pressed the key so tightly to her, it
left an impression above her heart. He
put the key in his pocket to give the lawyer
as she wished, for it was not to be used
until after the funeral. The nephews '•'*-
turned to the room with him, and their eyes
followed his movements as hiingry dogs
watch a bone.
On the day after the waters of the bay re-
ceived the body of Maria Lucero, Angelo,
Guilio, Captain Slmi, and the lawyer gath-
ered together in the room in which the old
Mexican woman passed away. The chest
stood on the floor in front of them, sym-
bolical of its dead owner; small, secret-
ive, and its four sides of iron were no more
unyielding than had been her will. The
lawyer, thin-lipped, cold-eyed, came slowly
forward with a key in his hand to unlock
the chest. Angelo, Guilio, and Captain Siml
saw that it was not the one Maria Lucero
had worn about her neck. The key that
she held even in death? To what had that
belonged? The shadow of a fear crept
into the heart of the nephews.
The lawyer stooped and inserted the key.
The nephews drew their chairs closer. They
might have been vultures hovering over
carrion. At last they could thrust their
hands into the pieces of money.
The lock resisted. The chest seemed like
a creature at bay. The two boys leaned
over it as though they expected it to strug-
gle. The lawyer took a firmer hold, a faint
pink tingeing his pale cheeks from the ex-
ertion.
Finally the key turned, reluctantly as
though it was a sacrilege to yield to any
hands save those withered ones with the
brown spots and broken nails. The lawyer
pulled up the ring on the top of the chest,
and then inserting the fingers of his left
hand in it slowly raised the lid. A hollow
sound like a mocking laugh came forth.
Angelo and Guilio left their chairs and
stooped greedily beside the lawyer. Captain
Simi peering over their shoulders. Two
papers were the contents of the chest;
one, a legal-looking document, the other
a letter. The man of law opened tne
document first, then handed it to the birds
Oi. prey for inspection. Eagerness gave
way to dismay. She had sold the restau-
rant and the building in which she lived.
This was the receipt made out a month ago.
Pablo Salazar owned La Bueiia Mesa, Why,
then, had he permitted them to take their
meals there free of charge, as they had done
in their aunt's time? What had become of
the money she hoarded, and which they
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thought she kept in the chest? Could it
be possible that they were to lose that for
which they had waited so long?
The lawyer cleared his throat. Angelo
and Guilio turned eagerly in his direction.
He had the letter in his hand. The other
paper had contained such a surprise for
the nephews they had forgotten the ex-
istence of this one. They subsided instantly
and waited impatiently for it to be read.
The lawyer's tone had the sharpness of a
knife to the excited imaginations of the
boys. Every word of that bitter letter T^as
like the thrust of a stiletto into their covet-
ous hearts.
TO MY NEPHEWS, Angelo and Guilio
Cassini,
To be read them by my lawyer, and in
the presence of my friend, Captain Simi:
You know well that I've good cause for
hating you both; but my real reason dates
father back: before you were bom.
Your mother was my younger sister, but
very unlike me. I was plain, quiet, dull.
She never worked, never saved. Where was
the need? All that could be spared from
th3 household we gave her, that she might
wear bright ribbons. I worK^- hard, and
learned to hoard. When I was nearly thirty
I'd saved almost enough to buy a little res-
taurant. Then, one day, your father, Enrica
Cassini, came between me and my drudgery.
The little blood left in my old body grows
hot again, when I think what a fool he made
of me. I began to spend my hard-earned sav-
ings for gay ribbons like my sister's, and I
even oought a little gold brooch to wear at
my throat. I told him my plans. He said
he would put what little he had to mine, and
together we could buy out a friend of his.
With Enrica to manage and me to do the
cooking, we would soon grow rich. Then we
could go back to Mexico and live among
our own people.
The wedding day came. Enrica Cassini
and my sister could not be found.
Well, I began all over again, and now for
thirty years I've worked steadily. The only
time I gave a holiday a thought was when
I planned a trip on the bay with Captain
bimi.
Father Biggio brought you to me fifteen
years ago. Your mother died after giving
birth to Guilio. 'Tis small wonder. Your
father was stabbed by a man to whom he
owed money. I've clothed and fed you both
as I promised Father Biggio. You've repaid
me with selfishness and greed. I've seen
your hands clutch and unclutch as you
thought of my savings. Your eyes devour me
as I grow weaker and weaker day by day.
But I've outwitted you. I vowed over thirty
years ago that never again would anyone
have a cent of my savings, and so, my heirs-
at-law, I'll take them with me. I ordered a
coffin made over a month ago, as you both
well know. The only worry of your idle
lives is that it has not yet been put into
use. Between the folds of the cloth inside,
I've sewed the money from the sales of the
restaurant and building, and also the sum
I managed to accumulate by stern economy
and hard work. The key that locks thaToom
it is in hangs about my neck. When Cap-
tain Simi lowers me into the bay, the
waters will close over my money, too; so
my death will cost you a few tears after
all, my nephews.
I thank your father and your mother, An-
gelo and Guilio Cassini, for sharpening the
wits of your aunt,
MARIA LUCERO.
AFH^ER-LIFE.
BY PARK BARNITZ.
I leave the sound, the sorrow, and the strife;
Long long ago
I lived within the hopeless world of life;
Now on my heart forever stilled from strife
Slow falls the snow.
My heart is still at last, mine eyes no more
Their lids unclose;
I lie low in the house without a door;
While I forever sleep, my spirit sore
Grows in a rose.
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FOR seven years I have kept my diary
scrupulously, without missing a day,
and, now, at the beginning of a
new century, I am wondering
whether I should maintain or renounce it.
There are certain good habits, it would
seem, as hard to break as bad ones,
and if the practice of keeping a daily
Journal is a praiseworthy one, it derives
no little of its virtue from sheer inertia.
The half-filled book tempts one on; there is
a pleasure in seeing the progress of the vol-
ume, leaf by leaf; like sentimental misers
we hoard our store of memories; we end
each day with a definite statement of fact
or fancy — and it grows harder and harder
to abstain from the self-enforcea duty. Yet
it is seldom a pleasure, when one is fatigued
with excitement or work, to transmit our
affairs to writing. Some, it is true, love it
for its own sake, or as a relief for pent-up
emotions, but in one way or another most
autobiographical Journalists consider the oc-
cupation as a prudent depositor regards his
frugal savings in the bank. Sometime,
somehow, they think, these coined memories
will prove useful.
Does this time ever come, I wonder? For
me it has not come yet, though I still pic-
ture a late reflective age when I shall en-
Joy recalling the past and live again my
old sensations. But life is more strenuous
than of yore, and even at seventy or eighty
nowadays, no one need consider himself too
old for a fresh active interest in the world
about him. Your old gentleman of to-day
does not sit in his own corner of the fire-
place and dote over the lost years, he reads
the morning papers and insists upon going
to the theatre on wet evenings. Have I,
then, been laying up honey for a winter
that shall never come? It would be better
were this true, I am sure, yet the mania
nolds me.
Besides this distrust of my diaries, I
am awakening, after seven years to the fact
that, as an autobiography, the books are
strangely lacking in interest They are not
convincing. I thought, as I did my clerkly
task, that I should always be I, but a cursory
glance at these naive pages shows that they
were written by a thousand different per-
sons, no one of whom speaks the language
of the emotions as I know it to-day. It is
true, then, my diary has convinced me, that
we do become different persons every seven
years. Here is written down rage, hate, de-
light, affection, yearning, no word of which
is comprehensible to me now. I am reading
the adventures of some one else, not my
own. Who was it? I have forgotten the
dialect of my youth.
Ah, indeed the boy is father of the man!
I will be indulgent, as a son should, to pa-
ternal indiscretions.
And yet, for the bare skeleton of my
history, these volumes are useful enough.
Ihe pages which, while still wet with ink
and tears, I considered lyric essays, have
fallen to a merely utilitarian value.
I am thankful, on that account, for them,
and for the fact that my bookkeeping was
well systematized and indexed. As outward
form goes, my diaries are models of manner.
So, for those still under the old-fashioned
spell, who would adopt a plan of entry, let
me describe them.
The especial event of each day, if the day
held anything worthy of remark or remem-
brance, was boldly noted at the top of the
page, over the date. Whirring the leaves,
I catch many sugestive pharses: "Dinner at
Madame Qui-Vive's," (it was there I first
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tasted champagne!) — Henry Irving as Shy-
lock" (but it was not the actor who made
that night famous — ^I took Kitty Carmine
home in a cab!) — "Broke my arm" (or
else I would never have read Marlowe, I
fear!) — ^and "Met Sally Maynard" (this was
an event, it seemed at that time, worthy of
being chronicled in red ink!) So they go.
They are the chapter headings in the book
of my life.
In the lower left-hand coinor of each, page
I noted the advent of letters, the initials
of the writers inscribed in little squares, and
in the opposite right hand comer, a compli-
mentary hlerogflyph kept account of every
letter sent. So, by running over the pages,
I can note the fury of my correspondence.
(What an industrious scribbler "S. M." was,
to be sure! I had not thought we went
it quite so hard — and "K. C", how often she
appears in the lower ^eft, and how seldom
in the lower right! I was a brute, uu doubt,
and small wonder she married Flemingway).
Perpendicularly, along the inner margin,
I wrote the names of those to whom I had
been introduced that day, and on the back
page I kept a chronological list of the same.
(I met Kitty, it seems, on a Friday — per-
l&aps that accounts for our not hitting it
off!) Most of these are names, and nothing
more, now, and it gives my heart a leap to
come across Sally in that list of nonentities.
(To think that there was ever a time when
I didn't know her!)
Besides all this, the books are extra-
illustrated in the most significant manner.
There is hardly a page that does not con-
tain some trifling memento; here a thea-
tre coupon pasted in, or a clipping from
tne programme, an engraved card or a
penciled note — ^there a scrap of a photo-
graph worn out in my pocket-book. Some-
body's sketched profile, or at rare intervals,
a whisp of Someone's hair! (This reddish
curl — was it Kitty's or from Dora's brow?
Oh, I remember. It was Myrtle gave it me!
No! I am wrong; I stole it from Nettie!)
I pasted them in with eager trembling fin-
gers, but I regard them now without a tre-
mor. There are other pages being filled
which interest me more.
Occasionally I open a book, "1896," per-
haps, and consult a date to be sure that
Millicent's birthday is on November 12th, or
to determine just who was at Kitty's coming-
out dinner. Here is a diagram of the table
with the places of all the guests named.
(So I sat beside Nora, did I? And Who was
Nora, then? I have forgotten her name.
Now she is Mrs. Alfred Fortunatus!)
Sometimes I think it would be better to
write up my diary in advance to fill in the
year's pages with what I would like to do,
and attempt to live up to the prophecy. And
yet, I have had too many unforseen pleas-
ures in my life for that — ^I would rather trust
Fate than Imagination. So, chiefly because
I have kept the books for seven years, I
shall probably keep them seven years more.
It gratifies my conceit to chronicle my small
happenings, and, somehow, written down in
fair script, they seem important. And be-
sides— I am a bit anxious to see Just how
many times a certain name, which has lately
begun to make itself prominent, will appear
at the top of the pages. I promise to tell
you, next year!
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WAS **general man" at St. Bridget's and
the sisters made rather a pet of me.
It may seem strange that they should
JL have indulged in a man. at all, but St.
Bridget's is the hospital by the wharves
overlooking San Francisco bay, and a nurs-
ing sisterhood is not like others. Con-
tact with the rough outside world necessi-
tates some laxity of rules and there are
times when male help is desirable in kit-
chen and ward. Anyway the Sisters seemed
to think me desirable . You see I was a kind
of scamp, a brand to be plucked from the
burning, and there is nothing Sisters love
so much as trying to save a soul. I had
to be watched lest I should cut mass — which
I usually did — or take a glass too much,
which happened now and again; or gener-
ally prove unworthy of the interest Mother
Cnurch took in me. I was a foreigner, too,
far from my native land, and good old Sis-
ter Clarissa used to say it was her busi-
ness to see that I did not forget my mother's
teachings.
I Hked it well enough, too; the Sisters
were gentle, kindly-spoken ladies, easy to
work for. To be sure Sister Clarissa had
a terrible temper, with eyes all round her
head. She superintended the kitchen, and
the scrap 2S I got into for not washing my
boards and my potatoes clean, were a cau-
tion. Bless you, I have known her go down
on her old knees and scrub the floor her-
self Just to shame me. Yet she had a good
warm heart, and always made up for a scold-
ing with some indulgence. But at one time
I was not in the kitchen at all. I was night
wardman, expected to keep my eye on ty-
phoid and other patients who might go off
their heads. That was the work I hated.
It made me creep all over to look down the
rows of white beas in the dim light, listen-
ing to the mutterings of sick men. and think-
ing about all who had died in those same
beds. I was young, too, and a terror to
sleep; and it was hara work not to drop
off when I ought to be running round put-
ting cold compresses on hot heads. And as
sure as ever I did drop off I was caught.
There were other things, too; patients
whose ways gave you goosefiesh. There was
one fellow who kept me in a perpetual fever.
He was the cigarette fiend. Now, I was
on the way to being a cigarette fiend myself,
and though smoking was forbidden I al-
ways managed to indulge on the sly; but
I had to be careful, I tell you, because of
the smell, and there was a little tin box
into which I shoved my cigarette when I
heard a step. As sure as I did, I would feel
a hand close over mine and a white figure
would glide away with my property. "I'll
tell, if you don't let me have it — I'll expose
you," he would whisper aiong the ward;
and I didn't dare to say a word, though my
hair would stand up stiff with terror at
the thought of that fool smoking his cigar-
ette unaerneath the sheets.
Then there was the morphine fiend who
used to steal on me unawares, bribe me
to get his poison for him, and threaten
me with exposure if I refused. You see,
they all knew of something I did and ousht
not to do, and between them I didn't seem
to have the ^iie of a cat I hated that night
work; but it was then that I first noticed
Sister Filomena.
She was not beautiful, poor young thins,
but she was so pale and thin and wistful,
with large hollow eyes that seemed to look
into your very soul, that I took a fancy
to her at once. "She's not long for this
world," I said to myself the first time I
saw her glide along the v/ard, and I wonder-
ed at her being allowed to do such heavy
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work as nurjlng; but tuere was some fever
in her blood that made her eyes bum and
sometimej i^ut a patch of red on her cheek,
and I don't suppose she would have rested
even though they had wished her to. How-
ever, there isn't much notion of resting in
a convent; you are there to do your duty
and bear your pain.
Well, I helped that poor wraith of a girl
all I could, and I suppose she took a kindly
fancy to me in return; many's the scrapes
she saved me from by rousing me out of
sleep in the nick of time. It used to give
me a scare, too, to start awake and see
her standing over me with her white veil
— she was s Jll a novice — ^looking for all the
world like a ghost from the other side.
One night, however, things went too far;
I clapped the ice-bag on a rheumatic patient
and was sent back to the kitchen as a hope-
less nuisance; but I used to wonder how
Sister Fllomena got along without me.
I had guessed her secret, poor girl, one time
that I found ner kneeling by a dying pa-
tient, prayin * and sobbing fit to break her
heart; the doctors might call her illness
what they liked, I knew she was dying for
love, and there's no remedy for that once
you have taken the veil. By and bye Ehe
took to coming down to the kitchen at night
for the broths and poultices and arrowroot
she wanted for her bad cases, and we often
had a five minutes' talk while I heated
things; for I had to stay up and attend to
the night extras. That was how I learned
her story. Just the poor little common story
of a girl going into a convent to please her
parents and leaving her heart outside in a
man's keeping. "It is very wrong of me, '
she used to say, "but I can't quite forget
him; I do so long to know how he is getting
on."
So the end of it was that I hunted him
up one day, told him all about her and took
her news of him. Perhaps it was not right,
but anyway it brought a little peace back
to her worn young face. I never could get
her to let me take a message to him, though.
"No," she said one night, "it would be wick-
ed of me to do that; I must send him no mes-
sage while I am alive."
I turned round from the arrow-root I was
sUrring to stare at her.
"Well," I cried, "you don't expect to send
one after you are dead, do you?"
She looked at me gravely: "If I am worthy,
perhaps; when God is very good to the dead
he lets them return."
She was so like one who had "returned"
that I turned hot and cold as she spoke;
it seemed to me as if she were already
a spirit watching over the man she loved.
Two days after that Sister Clarissa was
extra cranky, and I left in a huff, and never
thought of poor Sister Fllomena for months.
Then I got into bad health myself, not
ill enough to lay up, but too ill for real
hard work. So I bethought myself once
more of Sister Clarissa. She was sour
enough when I showed myself at St. Brid-
get's and asked to be taken on again.
**I don't want any more lazy featherbrains,"
she answered in her sharp way. But when
she heard my cough and my story she
changed her tune. "I'll be glad of an extra
hand with the paddings," she said, and
gave me the work at once. I believe the old
lady was really pleased to have someone
she could bully about mass and confession.
Well, that night, about twelve o'clock, when
I was pottering round trying to get into my
old ways, Sister Fllomena glided in, dressed
all in white, with a tuberose in her hand,
and a perfume of tuberoses floating round
her. She looked more like a spirit than
ever, and I was so startled at her coming
in without any noise that I forgot to ask if
it was arrow-root or beef-tea she wanted.
"Have you seen him lately?" she asked.
Her voice was like a faint breath and I
noticed that her lips never moved.
I hesitated and stammered, for I did not
like to tell what I had heard.
"I know," she said, "he is married; it is
quite right; I would not have him spoil his
life for me; but I want you to tell him
that I watch over him. Give him this flower
and bid him be happy, but not forget"
She slipped the tuberose in my hand
and an icy shiver went through me, so
that for a moment I turned quite faint;
when I recovered, she was gone.
Next morning Sister Clarissa was as brisk
as a bee, and while she clattered round I
kept wondering and wondering about Sis-
ter Fllomena, and not liking to ask. You
see, I thought the poor thing had gone out
of her mind, and had no business to be down-
stairs the night before. At last I summoned
up courage to say:
"I suppose Sister Filomena's pretty bad
by this time?"
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"Sister Filomena? Bless my heart, didn't i "We only buried ^^5^ the day before yea-
tell you? Why. she's dead." terday; poor girl, she looked so sweet in
The tray I was carrying fell from my hand. her coffin, with tuberoses lying all about
Sister Clarissa was too busy bewailing ner
mince pies to notice my scare.
"How long since she died?" I asked at ^^ * ^^^^ cupboard '.liiiad hidden Sister
last. Filomena's tuberose.
her. I almost fancy I can smell them now."
MARIPOSA LILIES.
BY L. CRAIGHAM.
RMONG the grasses, motionless,
A trinity of wings.
Are you akin to butterflies,
Those airy, restless things?
Perhaps you grew aweary
Of wandering and unrest;
Perhaps you knew that tranquil hearts
And folded wings are best;
And, fluttering softly downward,
You took root in the ground
And so, from wind tossed roving held,
A deep contentment found.
High in the mountain solitudes
A purple dress you wear;
Upon dry, browning, hillsides
Your robes are creamy, rare;
But on the withered, wind-scorched plain
Where dancing whirlwinds play,
Where flying sands and silence tense
Where flying sands and silence tense
And glaring suns hold sway,
You lift bright crowns of shining gold
Out of a parching soil ;
So saints, in life's sad fainting waste
Are born of drought and toil.
Within a quiet resting place
That crowns a lonely height,
Among the graves, like sentinels
You gather, straight and white;
Uprising toward the blue still deep,
You cast the earth away
And, bursting from your chrysalis
Take wings to meet the day.
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lUSr in the rear of the Ex-
cutive Mansion and the lit-
-•le Presbyterian Church of
Sitka, where the curve of the bes^ch winds to
the westward, there nestles cosily an Indian
village, the so-called Ranch where dwelt a
century or so back the famous medicine man
kiiown as Shunyakclah. The old log house
which was his home was torn down years
ago to make way for one grander; but
though the house is gone and the relics of
Shunyakclah are scattered, many of them
in the possession of the curio collector, a
very aged Thlinket dame still lives near the
further end of the Ranch (or did a short time
since) who remembers well the old home
stead, and the gossip about Shunyakclah
which was common about her father's fire-
place.
From her the scribe gleaned this story
of Shunyakclah's boyhood and the curious
adventure which brought him fame and
pcwer.
This is a tradition, but for the reason
that it concerns so recent a day, a tradi-
tion more than ordinarily attractive. Shun-
yakclah lived not much further back than our
own great-grandfathers and his experiences,
if true, were remarkable enough to interest
Et cry' lovers of any age. Whether true or
not they have a legendary interest.
The truth hinges on the assumption that
animals, birds, and fishes have like needs
and passions with men and women. This
Mas formerly, and is now to some extent,
the belief of the Thlinkets. It is not thought
that animals will harm mortals if the lat-
ter show them consideration; rather, that
they will give them friendly assistance, but
they are known to keenly resent a slight
though the slight be unintentional. Dozens
of stories have for their theme the swift
vengeance which has followed a disrespect-
ful word spoken of an animal.
As just now said, Shunyakclah was a fa-
mous medicine man, and medicine men were
regarded a century ago by the Alaskan In-
dians with superstitious awe. It was said
of them that they consorted familiarly with
the spirits, good and bad, and from this un*
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holy intimacy possessed not only a mysterious power
over mortals but could dominate demons.
Every one who has read anjrthing of witchcraft
knows that sickness is commonly supposed by sav-
ages to be brought about by the machinations
of an enemy. They also believe that the way to
banish sickness is to exorcise the evil
spirit which has possession of the body,
and that this can be done by making the
t ody so odious to the spirit that the spirit
will find in uninhabitable and leave.
It was as exorcist that the Alaskan sha-
uan won his laurels. Whenever he set forth
on professional Journeys he carried with
k chest containing a number of masks, batons
ittles carved to represent the heads of animals
iiese were claimed to put his spirit en rapport
1 deities. The masks certainly were ugly
in all probability the noise made with the rat-
Qg enough to frighten away any spirit, how-
bold, without the intervention of animal dei-
cine men of Shunyakclah's day were of two
one attained his degree by fasting and by the
I of certain strange, mysterious rites in the
e forest. The other was elected by the spirits,
providence bringing him against his own voli-
nmunication with animal life. A doctor thus
supposed to have peculiar claims upon his
ends in tne animal kingdom and to have splr-
denied to one who earned his degree,
ah's power and fame came to him without the
ort on his part. He was a lazy boy, having
3 nor ambition, unpopular with his playmates,
his selfishness and with his elders because
snce.
ig point in the boy's life came when he was
lars old. His own mother could not have told
I exactly, for she had no Bible in which to keep
ds, nor would have known how to keep them
inning of the salmon run, which took place in
it had been for years the family custom
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bowed from the scorching sun, knelt In a cir-
clt» on the beach. The sea-gulls were
flying gaily about over their heads. Now one
descended, kissing the crest of the waves
and coquetting fearlessly within the radius
of the traps, but rose again as suddenly and
with swift triumphant grace, floated away.
The sun meanwhile mounted higher, and
as the dinner hour approached Shunyakclah
tnought regretfully of the fresh salmon roe
which he had wasted as bait. For some
minutes he impatiently kicked the pebbles
with his bare toes, then, rising slowly, said:
"Boys, I'm going to the house for some-
thing to eat. Look out for my trap, will
you? Not that much
good will come of it,"
he added, peevishly.
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clah's face deepened as
he turned away and the
further he went the
more vexed he grew,
rhen he reached
me he was in a
igly temper. He
only his mother
le.
''Give me something to eat, mother. I am
hungry," he said to her crossly, without as
much as an "if you please.''
"Yes, my son," the old woman responded
k;ndly, and she handed him a bit of ut-kee-
shee (dried salmon), supposing it to be
fresh.
"What is this? I should like to know,'
Shunyakclah demanded angrily. "Mouldy
stuff! Do you give me dirty fish to eat?"
sniffing it with great disgust. "Bah! I
will not touch it!" And the boy flung the
ut-kee-shee in his mother's face and stamped
out of the house in a rage.
Night came on and yet he nursed his
wrath. His long-suftering mother again of-
fered him ut-kee-shee, but he thrust her
roughly aside and went sullenly to bed.
When morning broke, still in a temper,
he dressed himself and shambled down to
the beach; where for some hours he paced
the sands, hunger battling with pride.
Suddenly his face lighted, for behold a
sea-gull struggling in his trap! In an in-
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stant he was at the rope and pull-
ing with might and main, but,
alack, the rope gave way, and to
Shunyakclah's dismay, both trap
and gull drifted seaward. Utter-
ing a shrill cry of vexation, for
with all his faults the boy was no
coward, he threw himself into the
water and waded boldly out in the
rectlon of his prize which floated further
and further, almost within hia grasp, and
yet ever just a little beyond it. He
reached the trap at last, and his fingers
closed triumphantly upon the broken string,
but in this very act he lost his balance, his
hands clutched the air wildly, and down he
went, the waves closing over him with a
mocking gurgle.
Day after day the mother of Shunyakclah
stood upon the beach and shading her eyes
w:th her hands gazed sorrowfully across
the dark depths of the ocean. Her son was
drowned; that she could not doubt; and his
bcdy eaten by the fishes. Sadly she and
her husband returned to their winter
home in the Sitka village and there
called together their friends and gave
a great potlach burial feast, tearing
up and distributing many blankets and
deerskins in memory of the dead.
Where was Shunyakclah? Was he
really dead?
When the dark waters closed upon
him he lost consciousness. Presently,
however, he felt a curious tingling of
his body, his pulses quickened, and he
sat up and rubbed his eyes. He rub-
bed them harder! He was in a strange
country, quite unlike any he had ever
seen before. Little by little, as his
eyes became accustomed to the unusual
light and surroundings, his thoughts
traveled back to home and mother. He
recalled how he had flung the ut-kee-
shee in his mother's face. Ah, he knew
where he was. He had insulted the
Haat Quanee (Salmon tribe) by refusing
to eat stale salmon, and now he was in
their village and at their mercy. What
would become of him?
Thus reminded of his long fast and
of the hunger gnawing at his vitalp
with a mighty effort he summoned back
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his fleeUng courage and stepped boldly to
the door of the nearest house, rapped loud
ly.
"I am a stranger and very hungry," he
said, in explanation.
"You have chosen a bad place for your
begging. We have only moldy salmon
here," was the taunting reply.
So Shunyakclah tried the next house and
the next, but to meet over end over again
with the same mocking laughter and scorn-
ful refusal.
"Ha! ha! nothing but moldy salmon here.
Ha! ha!"
The poor boy felt that he was indeed in the
Land of his enemies. He couiu have cried
with fear and hunger. Did they mean to
starve him? He would try once more and
only once, choosing, for luck's sake, the last
house in the village.
He knocked softly and timidly, expecting
the same cruel answer. But there were hu-
man ones even among the Haat Quanee. A
little old woman appeared and spoke kindly
and invited him in to rest and refresh him-
self.
Shunyakclah remained with these new
friends an entire year. His first suspicions
were forgotten, and he thought of them as
men and women who had befriended him.
In the meantime a strange thing happened.
Though Shunyakclah never dreamed it, he
had himself become a fish. He accepted his
new, under-water life as the most natural
thing in the world, ate as did his compan-
ions and accompanied them to the rivers
and creeks, nor once thought of home or his
Indian playmates.
One day the little old woman, who from
the day of his coming had shown him kind-
ness, said to him privately:
"Poor Shunyaklah! Do you know where
you are? You are among fishes and are
yourself a fish. You must be very careful."
"I knew I was with some strange people,"
And from that day
all his joyousness left him. The
spell was broken and he longed for
father and mother.
But he had not learned obedience
and the salmon would not let him
In the springtime the gay little
herring, who lived close by, started
o^ for their spawning grounds. On
they came, dancing up the bay.
"Look out!" cautioned Shunyak-
lah's kind friend. "Keep
away from the herring. Their
silvery scales will fl>
into your eyes."
But Shunyakclah
was foolish and obsti-
nate, and full of curi-
osity. At his first op-
portunity he looked
upon the passing herring,
and as the old woman had
boughs which overhung the water. When
his companions perceived him eating these
vith relish, they laughed and said mockingly,
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"What a dirty fellow you are. You would not eat nice,
slean salmon, and now you are eating old eggs."
Shunyakclah turned from them in a rage^ but when the lit-
Ic old woman heard the matter she saw differently, and re-
)uked him.
"Served you right exactly," she said. "You do not like
t that the salmon should call you 'dirty fellow,' and yet
his is the very thing you said of the fish your kind mother
gave you. Will you never learn your lessons?"
After this Shunyakclah was
Shunyakclah," cautioned the sal-
mon. As they journeyed they
met the herring returning home-
ward dancing and jumping along
the way.
"You seem very happy about
getting back," called the salmon
derisively. "A great fuss you
are making. What do you think
you amount to, anyway?"
"We spawn for the people and
they are benefited. There is
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Shunyakcleh gave a glad Jump, which brought him close to the side of the boat.
''O Jump again, pretty fish!" the woman cried, and turning to her husband added,
**What a beautiful salmon!"
''Yes. There are to be plenty of fish this year," the husband answered absently.
He was thinking of the events of the previous summer,
and of the death of their only son. He had little heart this
year either for sport or for work.
Their camp lay to the right of the settlement. Just across
from the spot where Shunyakclah had been drowned. Day
after day the poor boy watched them walking lonely" and
sorrowful up and down the sandy beach. He longed to Jump
the river and throw himself at their feet. But his wise lit-
tle friend, the old woman, said no.
"Not yet. Abide your time and opportunity. Let the
others first go up the stream; then you may do as you will.
Shake your tail and be brave."
So Shunyakclah waited for a night when his mother was
sitting alone at the water's edge, preparing fish for the
evening meal. Then he swam softly near.
"Come hither, husband," and Shunyakclah could hear the
trembling of her voice. "That beautiful fish is here again,
and close to the shore."
"Is that so?" the father questioned indifferently.
"Come quickly," the woman urged in great excitement,
"and bring your spear."
The man obeyed, but so half-heartedly that Shunyak-
clah without difficulty avoided his thrust, and before he had
time to poise himself for a second effort, the fish of its own
accord — fiung itself upon the beach.
The Indians of that day dressed their fish with sea-shells.
The use of cutlery came in with a later period. So Shunyak-
clah's mother picked up with one hand the fish which she
had so much admired, and with the other hand a sharp-
edged sell, and proceeded to run the shell along the fish's
bock. Poor Shunyakclah, racked with suffering, was help-
less. Suddenly the shell met with resistance and the woman
paused. The fiesh fell back from the neck of the fish,
and there was revealed a copper wire, the same those doting
parents had hung about the neck of their lost son when
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"Husband," the woman caught her
breath and spoke scarcely above a whisper,
"a most wonderful thing has happened. Our
son has been given back to us."
The man looked over his wife's shoulder.
'*It is indeed our son," he answered, for
he too recognized the chain.
With swift, deft fingers he braided a mat
out of cedar bark, laid the suffering fish
tenderly thereon and carried it to the roof
of his house.
Then they called to their friends across
the stream and told them the glad tidings.
First the women came together and put the
house to rights,, and when they had with-
drawn, from thirty to forty men entered and
squatted about the fire-place. For three
days and nights they remained there, with-
out food or drink, singing their weird chants
and invoking the aid of the spirits. Mean-
time their wives gathered the Alaskan this-
tle known as devirs-club, scraped ofP its
rough outer bark, and brought it to them to
chew. We may suppose that this was the
substitute for tobacco.
On the morning of the fourth day, just be-
fore the croaking of the raven, a slight
sound issued from the roof. The singing
multitude listened. There followed a rat-
tling and shoving of boards and above them
stood Shunyakclah, talking and singing of
the spirits.
The father climbed to the roof and brought
him down in his arms.
"Shunyakclah!" the people called with
one voice.
"Yes," Shunyakclah answered.
They listened spell-bound while he told
them all that had befallen him. Little by
little incredulity giving place to awe and
wondering admiration, each one drawing a
long breath as the recital ended.
It was this experience which made Shun-
yakclah a great doctor. During the rest
of his life he held frequent, friendly inter-
course with the spirits. The salmon, herring
and even the sea-gull retained their interest
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THE DAUGHTER OF THE ''MAYFLOWER."
BY CHARLOTTE LEECH.
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HER name if "Mindwell," or "Submit,"
Was far less farcicai than fit,
For, mark you, she lived up to it.
And that sublimely.
To serve her spouse, her only art.
He to her tombstone would impart
Praises that might have warmed her heart.
Had they been timely.
She lay down late and early rose.
Her manners had not the repose
Blue blood confers, one must suppose.
Yet own her merit.
At sweet saints, rapturous in a niche.
She'd rail and turn her nose up, which
Fixed there, mayhap, the vocal pitch
Her sons inherit.
Through pioneer vicissitude
She scrimped and scraped, and bakedjand brewed
With unremitting fortitude
That shames the sages.
Scripture she read and almanac
With nought beside — ^unless alack!
And (as it were behind her back)
Hudibras' pages.
But all things come to those who wait.
Such an arch-satirist is fate.
Aiming its arrows, soon or late
No marksman bolder.
The Pilgrim Puritan, ah me.
Surviving in her progeny
As flower of our plutocracy
To-day behold her!
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E were ncKt-door neighbors, the Mis-
sionary and I, a proximity that had
existed for over six months. But
this, of itself, was no excuse for even a nod-
I ding acquaintance in a strait-laced colony
like Hongkong. By the lows of social usage
we were, to each other, technically non eal;
we bad not been introduced.
It was otherwise with our Chinese serv-
ant, though his were Christian converts and
mine were pagans. Secular recreations
were not tolerated on the Missionary's
premises, so they fraternized in my servants'
quarters to gamble and smoke opium, see-
ing no sin in tainting an unsanctified at-
mosphere.
Fate, however, which has some sense of
humor and utter disregard for cenventional-
ities, decreed that the Missionary and I
should be introduced. This was brought
about with unusual ceremony during the
festival of the first moon, in which our
Christians and pagans were participating.
They had foregathered in my cookhouse
to play the noisy game of count finger — a
most un-Christian pastime, inasmuch as the
loser wins the drinks. Fortune and saving
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the heathens of my household; the Mis-
sionary's converts got as drunk as — Chris
tians.
Specific effects have been attributed to
Ihe various kinds of spirituous refresh-
ments, and national drinks may have had
some influence in molding national charac-
teristics. Irish whisky nurtures wit and
pugnacity. Champagne inspires the gayety
of France. Beer breeds obstinate races —
the patient, tenacious Englishman, the
plodding, metaphysical German.
Sam sue has a line of its own; it imbues
the Celestial with exalted notions of his
worth. He rarely reaches the staggering
stage of intoxication; when primed to the
sticking point he moves and gestures with
the stately pose of a marionette, he is prone
to argument and bursts of oratory, he lies
without scruple on his own account and
quotes the eternal truth and wisdom of the
sages — on their account, for he certainly
has no intention of making their maxims
part of his conduct. But he loves the dead
virtues of his ancestors, in the abstract,
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be a Chinaman.
Wo Hing, the Missionary's cook, was ap-
proximately in the above condition when
the row began; he was a loquacious cook,
and pedantic, when wet in his inside with
sam sue, and he knew many maxims. These
he recited with flippancy and, as a guest,
with undue monopoly of attention; this,
according to the Chronicles of Lo Tiz, *"is
a mark of pride." a
Hoh Cheung, my household manager, who
was a scholar and a devout heathen, quoted
the passage.
Wo Hing, nothing abashed, but full of
ambition to swap quotations, replied with
the hortation of Confucius: "Let the voice
of wisdom have precedence at gatherings."
Then Hoh Cheung arose in his wrath and
stated — not briefly — in many unmentionable
words that "Confucian quotations from the
double face of a mission school bastard was
an offense unto the gods."
Theology, that wedge of discord, had
found a line of cleavage in their Rock of
Ages; when that ancient fabric is rent and
falling let the well-meaning stand from un-
der. There will be a crash.
From the peace of a pleasant dream I
awoke to sounds of conflict, the clatter of
pots and pans, the breaking of kitchen delf,
and the rattle of bamboo poles wielded in
quarterstafP encounters, mingled with fierce
yells and choice epithets from the combat-
ants. I hastened to the fray by the back
door, but found it locked. My next course
was to climb the wall of the compound, in
the middle of which stood the outhouses of
the Missionary and myself; this I did, sorely
bruising my knees througn my thin pajamas.
It was dark, but I could dimly see a tall,
white-clad specter pursuing a short, white-
clad specter at full speed across the com-
pound. When the short figure was within
six feet of the cookhouse he threw himself
flat on the ground, tripping the tall one,
who fell heavily against the cookhouse door,
bursting it open.
Like a flash the short figure was on his
feet, and disappeared around the corner.
His adversary arose and looked around in
bewildered silence. Seeing a short, white-
clad figure near by, he seized me by the
shoulders and pushed me inside amongst
the fighting Chinamen, shouting **Tim tongl
tint fangV* (light the lamp). Our appear-
ance had startled the crowd into sudden si-
lence, and some one, with the instinct of
obedience, lit a rush pith in a peanut oil
chatty, which threw a ghostly flicker over
a scene of mingled rage and panic. Bruised
and bleeding faces, disordered hair, twitch-
ing, shifty eyes flashing with hate and men-
ace, some with dread, at the thought of dis-
grace and police court in the morning.
"Who is this?" asked the tall man who
held me fr6m behind, speaking in Chinese.
Wo Hing stepped forward and peered into
my face.
'Wyahy he gurgled. "A'd/t li quV (next-
door devil).
My captor released his hold and stepped
back into the darkness in evident surprise.
"And who is that?" I asked, pointing to
the tall specter.
Hoh Cheung waved his hand with intro-
ductory grace, saying: "Ja su QuaV (Jesus
devil).
It was the Missionary.
The rushlight flared up with sudden vigor-
showing us dressed in pajamas, slipshod
and disheveled. Mechanically we bowed;
words were wanting to flt the occasion.
For several seconds we regarded each
other with solemn interest. Gradually an
expression of suppressed amusement gath-
ered in my captor's eyes, then slowly
spread to his lower features; then his
smooth, glum face lit up with a smile of
inflnite humor. On a face so stamped with
the hereditary gloom of his Puritan fore-
fathers that smile seemed a momentary
lapse to the levity of some prehistoric an-
cestor.
I loved that Missionary on the spot.
Five minutes later we were seated on my
verandah, holding a court of inquiry Into
the cause of disturbance. The missonary's
face had assumed its usual look of sol-
emnity, which deepend into an expression
of sad, long-suffering weariness, as we
listened to the maxims of Ananias which
our witnesses quoted with gusto.
Our search for truth continued for half
an hour, with results, I fear, that added con-
siderably to the sum of the world's in-
iquity. Finding ourselves sinking deeper
and deeper in a slough of mendacious con-
tradictions, we closed the Inquiry with the
usual admonitions.
I was gratifled to flnd that the missionary
had a fraternal vice; he smoked.
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Stretched in long chairs, we wreathed the
verandah with the incense of peace and
good-fellowship, feeling calm and forgiving.
Of such are thy blandishments, my Lady
NicoUne!
To all foreign residents in the Orient the
shortcomings of their native servants is a
perennial subject for conversation; the most
heat-worn, liver-depressed individual will
brighten to the occasion and blackguard the
menial brotherhood with cheerful zeal.
On this particular night the missionary
and I had certainly legitimate excuse to
drift into this well-worn channel. The sub-
ject was avoided, however, for delicate rea-
sons on both sides.
Though the missionary was not the kind
of man to believe his converts exempt from
original sin, I presumed that his feelings
would be tender on points that impugned
the results of his mission.
Besides I had reason to believe that my
own amateur efforts in the line of pagan
reformation had slipped a notch when 1 saw
my visitor tripped through the cookhouse
door by a certain short, white-clad figure
that disappeared around the corner.
It was too dark to identify the figure with
certainty, but I had a discreet suspicion
that the missionary had been chasing Ghee
Afat, my house boy. The young rascal had
overthrown his pursuer so neatly in the
darkness that when the latter arose he
evidently thought that I was tne person
he had been after.
No doubt the devil arranged the whole
complication. I wanted to deal with Chee
Afat in my own way, and I had a decidedly
wicked impression that explanations would
mar the humor of the situation.
After the first cigar our efforts at conver-
sation became mere expedients in the in-
terest of common decorum. It was evident
that each expected the other to explain the
events that led up to our introduction. Half
an hour and another good cigar were wasted
In polite fatuities. Then my reverend friend
arose to go. When half-way down the
verandah steps he turned partly around,
dropped the butt of his cigar into a flower
pot and said:
"The next time you wish to talk with Mui
Tan, my ama (native nurse) , don't go to the
back window. Come to the front door.
Good night."
I was too astonished to do more than raise
myself on my elbow and gaze blankly at
the tall man retreating down the pathway.
A flush of indignation was the first instinct
to follow the shock. My mind worked cha-
otically, and muttered maledictions arose
in the void. Ah, I see it now! The fim of
tne thing laid me prostrate, and the wrathful
bang of my neighbor's door added to the
discord of a long, loud laugh that unhal-
lowed the peace of midnight.
I went to bed, but nocturnal reflections
brought trouble. Inordinate mirth usually
reacts in gloom. I could see now that my
senseless reluctance to explain matters had
placed the missionary and myself on a
farcical level with the puppets in a French
comedy; that was bad.
Chee Afat, my paragon house boy, had
fallen from grace; that was worse. He had
been brought to me, a boy of ten, from a far
inland village by Hoh Cheung, his uncle
and guardian. For six years I had trained
that boy by an ethical regime that Herbert
Spencer would have doted on. My theory
was entirely new. I hoped to prove that
the instinctive aversion to truth and honesty
in the Asiatic race was a post-natal acquire-
ment. I am older now, and have no theories.
For several years my task was difficult.
I found him apt in all things but in learning
to speak the truth. He learned pidgin Eng-
lish with ease, and in six months his vi-
tuperative vocaoulary was appalling. His
uncle when taxed on the subject assured
me that the boy's diction was exemplary
when he spoke in his own language. This
inclined me to doubt if the English language
was a fit medium for the training of youth,
and I decided to speak to him in Chinese
only. The moral improvement was marked.
By the time he was sixteen his honesty,
veracity and other Sunday virtues were fuU-
fiedged and operative, and I gloried in my
handiwork.
Next morning Chee Afat was called be-
fore me and charged with night prowling on
the missionary's premises, making love to a
Christian hand-maiden and bringing indig-
nity and hurtful contusion to the said mis-
sionary against my cookhouse door.
Evidence of his sudden contact with the
sharp gravel when he tripped up my neigh-
bor could be seen on his bruised hands and
face. Otherwise he looked calm and inno-
cent.
I expected a confession In character with
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the high standard of his training, but in this
I was sadly disappointed; he denied the
accusations serially and in block.
He was summarily sent to his work till
I could think the matter over. Patience
had always been part of my policy.
This was the first step in the degeneration
in Chee Afat. First steps at the forked
roads of destiny are always interesting, and
most of you, if you look back, will find a
woman there.
His unexpected drop from stainless virtue
to the maculate conventionality of his race
was a rude wrench to my vanity. This was
probably why I settled myself with cold-
blooded interest to watch his decline and
fall.
He continued to perform his duties with
the usual efficiency, and I assumed in my
manner toward him a lofty air of suffering
charity, which, be it known, is the becoming
mien of those who stoop beneath "the white
man's burden."
A few weeks later I awoke one morning
to find Chee Afat squatting on my bedroom
floor, my bath towels in one hand, my shav-
ing water in the other, weeping lustily.
I lay still hlled with wonder, for he was a
staunch, untearful youth and hitherto free
from weak emotion. As the tears continued
to mix with my shaving water and my bath
towels were used to mop the flow, I arose
to remonstrate.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I'm going to be married," he sobbed in
anguish.
Now, marriage is a serious matter, we all
^know, but we rarely realize the full signifi-
cance of the calamity till afterward. It was
different with Chee Afat; his premonitions
were creditable, and his grief, though some-
what premature, aroused my sympathy.
When calmer he was able to explain "that
in the village of San Ki Wan, Hoh Cheung,
his uncle, had a debtor who had a daughter,
fair and marriageable; after the manner of
his people. Hoh Cheung had employed a
go-between to ask his debtor's daughter in
marriage for his nephew — and call it
square." Hoh Cheung was a man of busi-
ness.
He had ordered Chee Afat to hold himself
in readiness to be married within a week,
and the latter implored pathetically that I
should use my influence with his uncle to
delay or stop the marriage.
It was vanity that prompted me to inter-
cede on his behalf. In those days I had the
faith of the frothy reformer in forceful
argument, not knowing that forceful habit
sways the world. I had likewise a healthy
belief (now dead) in the possibility of cor-
recting the wayward ways of the hide-bound
heathen.
I found Hoh Cheung in the compound,
haggling with the pork butcher and the
marriage undertaker over costs and furnish-
ings for the feast.
I began at once, charging that cross-
grained old pagan with blasting the bloom of
youth with the curse of early marriage, fos-
tering the production of immature human-
ity, abetting over-population and famine, in-
creasing the struggle for existence, and de-
nying the promise of free, unmarried man-
hood to an ungrown youth. I enlarged upon
the wisdom of the Western world, where
advanced minds had begun to look upon
marriage as one of the follies of youth,
where couples when they came to their
senses usually got divorced.
Hoh Cheung was obdurate; he was also
rude when he implied "that the system I
advocated would soon stop the supply of
advanced minds in the Western world."
"Early marriage," he insisted, "was en-
joined by the sages, that children might be
bom in fllial respect to make offerings at
the graves of their fathers. He was chilJ-
less, and looked to Chee Afat and his poster-
ity to fulfill the rites of homage to his spirit
in the Vast Unseen. He had heard rumors,
too, that smote his heart with a great fear.
It was whispered amongst the wives of his
fellows that one, Mui Tan, a Christian maid
in the service of the missionary, had con-
jured the spirit devils of her foreign faith
to cast a spell upon Chee Afat that he might
love her to the desire of marriage. What
if the boy should turn from the teachings of
his fathers and marry the girl by the here-
sies of the foreign temple? Of a surety she
would turn his heart from the worship of
ancestors. Who, then, would bring offerings
to the grave of Hoh Cheung when his spirit
had need of such? Answer me that."
Having no wish to get mixed with Hoh
Cheung in the quicksands of controversy on
matters theological, I closed the discussion,
giving Chee Afat the advice of the feudal
Scotchwoman to her husband when he was
about to be hanged: "Put your head in the
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loop, Sandy, and no anger the guid Laird."
During the next few days Chee Afat be-
came dull and listless; he slept much during
the day and was absent from his quarters
part of the night. He had, as I afterward
learned, taken to the excitement of gamb-
ling to offset the dreary prospect of mar-
riage.
Two nights before the wedding the heat
fiends of Purgatory, who choose Hongkong
for their dwelling place during the summer
months, had deprived me of sleep till past
midnight. I wandered out into the bright
moonlight, seeking respite from torments
that afflict the unjust, in unfair measure and
before their time. I strolled quietly down a
by-path that led to a deep nullah shaded
with huge, gnarled banian trees, piously
decorated on trunk and limb with joss-
sticks, transcripts of wise sayings from the
sages, and patches of red and gold splashed
papers that are known to propitiate the spir-
its that abide in the trees.
As I approached I could hear the murmur
of voices in the deep shadow before me; the
voices swelled to a weird, monotonous
chant, then rose In fitful wails to the high
falsetto notes that attune the Celestial soul
when he llfteth up his voice in song.
I stepped quietly behind a bush and looked
through the branches. A moonbeam filtered
through the tree tops, casting a diffused
light on two figures bending hand in hand
before a rude altar that stood in the cavity
of an ancient banian.
They chanted and kowtowed in simule,
serious devotion for full five minutes before
a battered assortment of offering cups,
withered flowers and tinseled paper that
covered the altar.
They passed me almost within touch. It
was Chee Afat and Mui Tan. The girl was
sobbing quietly and the boy appeared to be
whispering words of manly consolation.
I went to bed propounding problems on
moral duty.
The missionary and I were now fast
friends; that little misunderstanding on the
night of the rumpus In my cookhouse had
been explained, and our intercourse was
cordial and free as beseemed good neigh-
bors.
He was sorely grieved at the time to learn
that his young Christian ama had tolerated
the attentions of my pagan house boy, and
measures of reproval were becomingly ap-
plied. Could I tell him of the scene I had
just witnessed? It might be right, I rea-
soned, but it would not be kind to inform
the good man that his convert was seen
worshipping false gods with her heathen
lover, who was about to be married to a
maid of his own class.
Regarding the duplicity of Chee Afat I
decided to say nothing. Hoh Cheung was a
worthy man in his way, and he, too, would
be sady afflicted by the proof of his
nephew's surrender to the wiles of the hated
Christian.
Two days more, and revelry reigned in the
compound^ there was beating of tomtoms,
screeching of catgut fiddles, clangs of cym-
bals and the skirl of chanters, till the hot
night quaked in the throes of pandemonium.
Chee Afat had been married to the girl
of his uncle's choice.
Hoh Cheung was a happy man, and had
handed over the bulk of his savings to his
nephew immediately after the wedding.
He told me, in his pompous way, that "he
had done his duty to himself, and, according
to Confucius, had linked together the acces-
sories of life, that his spirit might be glori-
fied in death. Were not those the mandates
of wisdom?"
Next morning there was blue consterna-
tion in the Champ. The bride told the story.
"After retiring to the bridal chamber her
husband asked to be excused for a short
time. He took off his wedding garments,
dressed in ordinary clothes and went out by
a back window, not wishing to encounter
the guests, who were in merry mood and
boisterous. She waited and waited, but he
did not return. She could not call or dare
to be seen by those outside on a night so
momentous; that would have put her to
shame. Weary with waiting, she cried her-
self to sleep dnd awoke in the morning to
find the bridegroom still absent." That was
all.
Across the way the missionary's house-
hold was equally agitated. Mui Tan had
disappeared; her money box and clothes
chest were empty.
The last trace of the fugitives was found
at the steamer office, where a couple answer-
ing the description of Chee Afat and Mui
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KHE majority of tourists speed from
El Paso to the city of Mexico, a dis-
tance of 1,225 miles, and remain in
-.- ignorance of the fact that they are
passing by a town of unsurpassed charm
and great peculiarity. Guanajuato has been
pronounced the most picturesque city in the
world by those travelers who have been so
fortunate as to see it.
Situated high up among the emountains,
it is fifteen miles off the line of the Mexi-
can Central railway, and 250 miles north
I of the ecapital of the republic. It is the
I capital of the State of Guanajuato. This
I State, though small, is the most thickly
populated one in Mexico, and ranks second
in wealth, for it contains the richest silver
miaing district in the country. The city
has a population of 60,000, and is still
thoroughly Mexican, scarcely a word of Eng-
lish being heard within its limits.
To reach it you stop over at thestation of
Sliav, and easily fancy yourself transported
to Bible lands as you note the equalnt flat-
roofed houses and narrow lanes, unchang-
ed for more than 300 years. You take the
train to Marfil, up a heavy grade eleven
miles, and compass the erest of the eclimb
in a little car drawn by six mules. Mar-
ftl bears similarity to a hamlet of medieval
times, with its solid stone buildings perched
like fortresses on the hillsides. The road,
a causeway whose construction occupied
many years, follows the course of a narrow
river, up a ravine which has no outlet ex-
cept at the lower end. It passes through,
over and under great haciendas or silver
reduction works, and is probably the most
interesting street-car line on the face of
the globe. A wall of masonry outlines the
bank of the river for the entire dis*:ance.
No one would expect to find a large, pros-
perous and handsome city hidaen away at
the head of the ravine, the buildings
crowded close on the various levels of the
streets that wind around and ascend the
mountain side. In places the houses are
built almost perpendicularly above each
other, so that one wonders by what means
of locomotion their occupants reach them.
The scarcity of level spots may be under-
stood from the fact that it cost $100,000 to
grade the site for a prominent church.
Guanajuato was founded by the Spanish
invdaers, rich silver ore having been dis-
covered i nthe vicinity as early as 1548.
From that time until the present day, over
one thousand millions of dollars have been
produced by the mines of the district. Many
claims are now being worked by American
and English capitalists. They have reached
a depth of from 1200 to 1590 feet, and show
no signs of exhaustion, forming as they do
a part of the wonderful Veta Madre, the
"mother vein" which underlies Zacatecas,
Catorce, El Oro, and other large mining dis-
tricts of Mexico. Portions of the vein at
Guanajuato bear a profitable per cent, of
gold, in addition to the silver. The peons
who work in the mines climb four times a
day to the surface, each bearing a load of
250 pounds of ore on his back, and thereby
earning from fifty, to seventy-five cents
Mexican currency. It seems a hard life and
poorly requited toil, yet there are no hap-
pier people in the world than the common
laborers of Mexico. Their faces are bright
with simple good humor, their hearts know
not ambition, their daily fare of tortillas
and frijoles, washed down with copious
draughts of pulque, is more satisfactory to
them than any other diet would be, and they
cherish no envy for those whom fortune has
stationed above them. They must not be de-
prived of certain superstitions and religious
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privileges, however. Riding one day a mile
into the bowels of the earth, on a car drawn
along a tunnel by a mule, we came to a re-
ces in which tapers were burning, and found
an altar adorned with garlands of flowers
and cheap ornaments. The Superintendent
explained that the lights were kept burning
day and night, and that the miners alwa'^^s
knelt in prayer at the shrine before begin-
ning their work. "If we should take the al-
tar away," he said, *'athe men would not
come into the mine."
Guanajuato, though so isolated, has an ele-
elegant theatre, surpassing any other play-
in Mexico, and equaled by but few in the
United States. The building is chaste and
artistic in design and comstructed of a beau-
tiful green stone quarried near the city,
which takes on the polish of marble. The
magnificent auditorium is expensively de-
corated; the scenery is from the brush of
Herrera, Mexico's most talented scenic art-
ist, and the splendid foyer, sumptuous par-
lors and retiring rooms would be creditable
to any city in the world. The Jardin de la
Union, on which the theater fronts, is a tiny
three-cornered plaza, (there is room for
naught else), around which stand the Gov-
ernor's palace, the leading hotel, State
buildings, an old church, and other substan-
tial edifices in the Moorish style of archi-
tecture, with wide, heavy portals, grated
lower windows, and wrought iron bals'iaes.
Sitting in a second story ventana on a Sun-
day evening, one looks down on auiithe''
world than that viewed from any seccioii of
our own country, and realizes that it is not
necessary to cross the ocean to anotJio • con-
tinent in order to behold distinctly foreign
scenes. Few countries of Europe present so
much of novelty and of the conservatism
which clings to the traditions and customs
cf the past as Mexico does. No stage could
portray a more vivid picture In coloring,
quaint costumes, strking individualities, nni
charm of setting, than is afforded by this
central breathing place of the populace in
a mountain town of "our sister Republic. '
A military band, well-trained by the gov-
ernment, occupies a pretty kiosk, and plays
airs dear to the Mexican heart and entranc-
ing to the ear, as only those can play who
are born with music in them. Electric
lights sparkle amid the semi-tropical foliage,
for thus does modern science hobnob
with the primitiveness that has withstood
the advance of ages. A broad flagged walk
surrounds the plaza, and this is crowded
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with promenaders in two meeting lines, the
men in one, the women in the other. Many
are the speaking looks interchanged as they
met and pass and meet again, chatting all
the while in the soft language, laughing
and jesting. Rich and poor are intermingled,
the latter in no wise daunted by defects of
toilet, wearing their conical straw hats
and coarse, but gay zarapes as jauntily as
if the sombrero were a fifty-dollar felt heavy
with gold cord, and the zarape a hand-woven
thing of beauty akin to the indestructible
Navajo blanket. Poverty does not distress
the uneducated Mexican, nor lessen his
quiet, gentle dignity. He can content him-
self until better times come — manana; and
if they do not come, it is the will of the
blessed saints! Always he has the adora-
ble climate and the delightful music, as
much for him as for the grand senor; and
ever the sacred churches, noble piles filled
with treasure, at whose altars he may kneel
any hour of the day, in all his dirt and rags,
as welcome as the richest parishioner of the
house of worship in the land to the North
whose doors are closed nine-tenths of the
week and never open willingly to the pau-
per.
A twilight service in one of the old Mexi-
can churches is deeply impressive. The
clanging, moss-covered bells calling to wor-
ship, the falling dusk in the stately building
for which Charles V. and Phillip II. of Spain
contribued paintings and vessels of solid
silver; the kneeling men, women, and chil-
dren, with devout and often rapt faces; the
grand peal of the organ and the chorus of
male voices — are all inspiring. One by one
the candles at the altar are extinguished,
the worshipers cross themselves and slip out
into the semi-darkness, bending to kiss he
bio d-stai -d i.eet of the martyred Christ as
they pass the image.
It is worth while to climb up the narrow
streets, full of curves and angles, catching
glimpses of crumbling court-yards, stair-
ways, and arches, with now and then a bevy
of white-robed, dark-haired senoritas lean-
ing over their balconies, until **La Presa" is
reached, the aristocratic residence portioi
of the city, where one looks down on roof-
tops in terraces, and sees the horizon shut
in on every side by rugged mountains.
Here is another plaza, converted into a
luxuriant garden among the rocks by infin-
ite pains. Several band concerts are given
within it every week. Around it, wherever
a foothold could be secured, sometimes
built half over the pretty stream, are the
attractive homes of the well-to-do, covered
with vines and musical witn birds. "La
Presa" is the name of a dam which closes
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the lowest of a series of reservoirs. Oace
a year a festival is held at this dam, when
throngs gather to witness the opening of the
gates and flooding of the river channel. It
is made the occasion of ceremonies and
feasting which continue for two or three
days.
In earlier times there was a tragic ele-
ment connected with the event. Prisoners
under sentence of death were detailed to
manage the clumsy contrivances of that jer-
iod, letting out the water at great risk to
life, with the understanding that those who
e:3caped harm should be pardoned. Below
the city, where the sands of the river c.re
full of the waste from large reduction
works, laborers earn a few cents a day by
sluicing the dry bed and obtaining the modi-
cum of silver remaining after miil treat-
meat.
"Do you wish to go to the cemetery?" one
is asked on the street by mozos or guides
who hope to earn a fee, but it is easy to find
the way unassisted to the panteon, the only
replica of the catacombs of Rome -on this
continent. The one broad street of the city
leads up a steep hill to a cemetery, inclosed
by a wall about ten feet thick. The dead
are placed Within these walls in tiers, each
receptacle being hired for a term of years
commensurate with the means of the renter ;
it may be for five, ten, twenty, or fifty
years; in some cases of opulence, forever.
After the cofiin has been placed within the
niche, the opening is sealed, numbered, and
inscribed with the name and date of death
of its occupant. At the expiration of the
time for which the tomb was engaged, it is
opened and made ready for another term
of usefulness. What becomes of the re-
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mains? Ah, that is the most remarkable
thing in this altogether unique city.
Proffer doe rcales to the man in charge
of the cemetery and he will show you some-
thing which cannot be found anywhere else
in America. He lifts a trap-door in the
ground, and motions you to precede him
down a spiral stairway. Soon you find
yourself in a long passage about ten feet
wide, and see at your feet a mighty heap of
bones, reaching far back and upward to the
ceiling. Skulls, arms, thighs, hands, and
feet are promiscuously thrown together, and
you turn shuddering from the sight to find
ycurself confroned by a double row of grin-
ning, mummified relics of beings that were
once as human as yourself. They stand
against the walls of the subterranean apart-
ment, the men on one side, ihe women oppo-
site, as if ranged for a horrible dance of
death. It is almost inconceivable that the
distorted visages were ever fair to look
upon — one and all are hideous now. While
you gaze in shrinking curiosity the guide
explains that there is something in the pure,
dry air of that altitude (7000 feet) which
sometimes partially preserves the bodies.
WTien this is found to have occurred, the
skeleton, with its parchment covering, is
idded to the grewsome assembly below; if
lot intact, the bones are merged with those
of the mammoth charnel heap. Although
this custom is peculiar to Guanajuato, the
system of renting graves is in vogue every-
where in Mexico, and interment in family
lots is a thing unknown.
An impregnable appearing building in the
heart of the city, rising high above its neign-
bors, is called the Alhondiga, or Castilla de
Granaditas. It was constructed more than
a century ago and has played an important
part in the history of the city. It was in-
tended for a Chamber of Commerce, but is
now used for a jail. Hidalgo, the "Washing-
ton of Mexico," captured it from the royal-
ists in 1810, when the first blow for liberty
was struck by the republicans of New Spain;
later, after he had met with defeat and death
at Chihuahua, his head was brutally exposed
upon a spike at one corner of the roof, while
the heads of threfe of his Generals — Al-
lende, Aldama, and Jimenez — were exhibited
on the other corners. The bones of these
patriots now repose in the grand cathedral
of the city of Mexico, and are objects of rev-
erence, particularly on each anniversary of
the execution, when the relics are covered
with flowers, amid appropriate exercises.
The Mexican dearly loves a hero, and is
enthusiastically patriotic. *"\ira Mexicol
Vira la RepublieV* is his cry
The mint at Guanajuato coins more money
than any other in the country. The. process
is whe same as in the mints of the United
States; but Indians, some of whom have
grown white haired in the service, handle
The Aiiondiga.
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the coins with an expertness which never
fails to detect and throw out a defective
piece or one that Is not exactly true to the
standard weight.
At the market, as in every Mexican town,
one finds a conglomeration of indescrib-
able scenes: it is the place par excellence,
for the study of the lower classes. The
roomy building is crowded with booths
where every thing produced or manufac-
tured in the vicinity is offered for sale.
Fruit or vegetables are arranged in little
piles and pyramids, the size varying ac-
cording to the number of centavos charged.
Sandals of sole leather are made while
you wait Awkwardly shaped shoes, the
blue or orown rebosos which form the head
covering of women, zarapes in bright colors
and varied designs, wide-brimmed som-
breros, baskets, pottery, images, and toys
which would fill an American child with
wonder, dulces (sweets), bread in fancy
shapes crowd every available space,
overflowing the streets alongside the market
or mercador. The plump little saleswoman
who smilingly answers your "CuantoV (how
much), very likely is puffing a cigarette
with the nonchalance that is bom of long
practice, for Mexican women of both high
and low degree smoke, though the aristo-
crat does not do so publicly.
Altogether, Guanajuato is fascinating-
The church bells, brought from over the
seas, untiringly calling to prayer and praise ;
the plaintive strains of "La Golondrina", the
Mexican's "Home, Sweet Home," pulsating
through the air; the lignt-hearted, brown-
skinned men and women who seem almost
to live in the streets, envious of none, cour-
teous to all; the wild environment of na-
ture, forbidding any future change from
the seclusion which hides its manifoia
charms; the striking contrast to the con-
ditions of life in the land from which Mex-
ico is divided by only an invisible line
combine to cast a spell over the place which
holds the visitor until he can no longer
tarry, and lingers In his memory always.
ALOFT.
ELIZABETH GERBERDING.
MOUNTAIN top, could I meet death
Sn\ Upon thy friendly breast,
J With upturned face and bated breath
Await my promised rest!
(?)
This drifting Earth and I must part
Upon an unknown sea:
And all are mute as my own heart
To show the course to me.
It seems that I could see my way —
To soar, to meet, to stop —
From thy masthead the call obey,
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BY GEORGE SELWYN.
FARO was king at the national capital
during James Buchanan's term. The
most pretentious gambler of them all
was Joe Hall, whose midnight suppers
LucuUus would have made haste to envy
could he have tasted the canvas-back duck
stuffed with chestnuts, and the side dishes
of Virginia hominy done brown, in butter,
^ramished with bacon from Accomac fed on
acorns.
There were no club-houses, so-called, in
the ante-bellum days of Washington. And
here up to the fall of Sumner, the South
am North, no matter how acrid the day's
debate in Congress, when the members met
before Joe Hall's or Geo. Pendleton's green
baize table, on Pennsylvania Avenue, all
on pleasure bent, they ''let silence like a
poultice lall and heal the blows" of political
strife.
Joe Hall, who died very poor, in Balti-
more, during the war, was in the last gen-
•eratlon the most munificent, and most con-
tinuously successful "high-roller" among the
"gambollers" of America. His horses, with
gold-tipped harness, were the cynosure of
all eyes, and the admiration of the golden
jrouth of Baltimore.
In Philadelphia he ran a gambling house
over Dr. McClellan's office in Walnut, above
Eleventh, North Side, (now the Sunday
School Times office), from 1856 till the war
broke out. Here Thaddeus Stevens, the great
commoner of Pennsylvania, hobnobbed with
James A. Bayard of Delaware, and the hand-
some Ellis Schnable, who with "Bill" Wltte,
was the best all-round stump orator of whom
the Keystone Democracy ever boasted.
Here a young attorney who had never seen
a card table before, introduced by Mr.
Whiteley, an accomplished member of Con-
gress from Delaware, won |6,000 in a single
night, and in ten months lost that and |30,-
000 on top of it trying to make another win-
ning from the false and fickle goddess of
faro.
An old habitue of Joe Hall's saw that
game, in which the tyro at gaming won nfty
straight bets without losing one, and said
such luck was so phenomenal that he had
never witnessed anything like it in forty
years' full practice before the green baize.
Joe Hall had another game (with the
two stone dogs before the door) in Broad-
way, New York city, nearly opposite the
Metropolitan Hotel, from 1853 to 1860. This
spot was the favorite club-house of youth-
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who set the pace among the jeunesse dorc
of New York City.
Such a thing as a limit was unknown, as
Joe Hall was prepared for all comers up
to 150,000. The limit at Monaco is 10,000
francs (|2,000), but any gentleman in good
standing could write his check for $20,000
on a double card or a case card, and it would
go like current coin of the realm. I have
seen General Ward B. Burnett, who was the
recipient of General Jackson's gold snuff-
box given by his will "to the bravest man,"
when the "blear-eyed gambler" would turn
the» silver box over and close the game for
the night — ^generally about 3 a. m. — open
a "snap" game, the General becoming ban-
ker, and, putting up |500 as the bank roll,
play till daylight.
Faro and cotton were in these days both
kings. Albert Pike, whose "Hymns to the
Gods," first published in Blackwood's Mag-
azine in Edinburgh and translated into
a dozen languages, was an habitue of Joe
Hall's Washington game.
Albert Pike once received a million dol-
lars, when he lived at Little Rock, Ark.,
and practiced law, as a single fee, in the
Cherokee land case; but most of this the
poet-lawyer poured out as a willing libation
to the fickle goddess of lortune at Joe Hall's
and George Pendleton's faro rooms in Wash-
ington. There was only the most friendly
rivalry between Hall and Pendleton; the
latter was the real arbiter elegantiarum
among the faro kings of this country. He
was a Virginian and a cousin of "Gentleman
Creorge," as George H. Pendleton, the Demo-
cratic candidate for Vice-President, was
called.
The last game I ever saw at Pendleton's
was a memorable one. A few nights before
Sergeant S. Prentiss, that brilliant and lov-
able Whig orator and member of Congress,
a New England man, resident of Mississ-
ippi, and a life-time enemy of Jeff Davis,
had first won $40,000 ; then In one night, with
half a basket of champagne under his shirt,
he kept on playing till the man behind the
table, the dealer, had recouped the $40,000
and had in his coat pocket deeds for four
warehouses In Natchez, Miss., on the Mis-
sissippi River, late the property of the
great Whig orator. That was Prentiss's
last great game. He removed to New Or-
leans, had an Immense and royally lucra-
tive bar practice; at a great banquet when
full of wine, he broke a champagne glass
with his teeth, from which he died.
Albert Pike, who died at eighty-five, was
a man of great physical pulchritude, and
always wore an immense gray beard. He
looked like a Norse king. Thadeus Stevens
was playing moderately at the same table;
so was James A. Bayard; but these states-
men only played for amusement, and I have
known "Thad" Stevens to go away with
$1,400 won at a single sitting with a stake
of only $20 gold.
But men like Prentiss and Pike of Arkan-
sas and Senator Green of Missouri, as
Wolcott of Colorado used to be, were
always "plungers" at the faro table. It was
at Pendleton's game that Pike found the
original tvpe of his "fine old Arkansas gen-
tleman," who played away his cotton crop
at the faro bank at Washington and New
Orleans every winter unless "the fiy or some
other d d contingency" ate up h*s cotton
fields before the staple got to market.
Pike came in humming his own song
about "The Fine Old Arkansas Gentleman,"
and was very much amused to see Senator
Green place a bet of $1,000, blue chips, on
the "pot," as the space Is called between
the six, seven, and eight spots. Green rer-
mltted his pile of "blue fish" so-called, to
remain on the table till the $1,000 had in-
creased to $4,000 In two turns. "I reckon
I've got enough for one night," said the
saturnine Missouri Senator, cool as a cu-
cumber, as he cashed In his chips and placed
four crisp new $1,000 bills In his Inside
pocket.
"I can beat that, I think," said the author
01 "The Hymn to the Gods," as Albert Pike
laid down a $1,000 bill between the slx^
seven and eight spots. This was only per-
mitted to favorite players, usually; chips
must be bought before the gambler made his
"turn." The (anaille had to buy chips, a
fish blue or white; white, $1; blue, $5; yel-
low, $25.
Pike, with nonchalance, laid his $1,000
bill down In the "pot." Everybody stopped
playing, as It was plainly a game of "make
or break" between the gambler at the box
and the gentleman gambler before the table.
Pike, six feet two Inches, tall, In the very
prime of an adventurous life, looked like a
Greek god, his aplomb was magnificent,
Achilles could not match him. Not a word
escaped anybody's lips. The silence could.
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have been cut with one of Harden's carv-
ing knives. The six spot showed up first.
"Pay in cash," said Pike. Pike was $2,000
to the good. A thousand dollars was placed
on the bet. Pike won. "It all goes," said
Pike nonchalantly. "I go you," said the
owner of this particular tiger, hopefully
smiling. T^-e seven spot showed its face.
"Pike wins," shouted Senator Green. Two
thousand dollars in bills were added to the
pile on the table. There were $4,000 there
now.
Mr. Dealer grew white about the "gills."
He looked at Pike. The latter nodded. Si-
lence grew intense — more than intense.
Slowly the dealer pulled a card. An eight
spot showed its face. Pike had won $8,000.
"Pleasant call," said the dealer. Four cards
left in the box, and the winning caller, who
called successfully, got four for one.
"I call it six-eight for eight thousand,"
sid Pike without changing a muscle. The
cards appearing were six-eight. The six
spot first, then the eight.
The dealer rose to his feet at a nod from
Pendleton, declared the game closed, and
the suave king pin of that faro game sat
down and gave Albert Piice his check then
and there for $32,000.
And this is said to be the largest "call"
ever made in the city of Washington.
It is needless to add there resulted a hal-
cyon day and vociferous night.
The war demoralized a good many profes-
sions, and the "son of a gambolier" did
not escape. Pendleton died rich, but left
his entire fortune to his valet, who lives to
enjoy it yet. Joe Hall was supported till
he died by the largess of his old proteges.
Harry Cleveland, a gambler with a national
reputation, who left $150,000 to his wife in
Cape May County, played a faro duel in
Pendleton's house in 1856 with Pettlbone,
the great Tennessee gambler, and paid the
$100,000 he lost in one night in paper money
before he left Pendleton's palatial lair, the
tiger's jungle home.
They are gone — the old familiar faces!
A treasury clerk during Garfield's ad-
ministration "conveyed" $40,000 out of the
treasury and spent it in riotous living among
the haunts of the Washington tiger.
President Arthur, always a gentleman,
thought with Burke that "vice in losing all
its evil loses half its grossness," banished
the faro dealers across the Potomac, and
only furtive games of Congressional poker
lurk around the hotels and first-class board-
ing houses at the nation's capital. And the
relics of the ancient regime of the faro
kings in Washington are George Parker,
amiable and obese, who is now a gambler no
more, but a repuatble real estate dealer,
and "Coal" Martin, suave and robust, who is
suspected of making an occasional shy at
poker with Senator Pettigrew, of South Da-
kota, or wander off to take a Christian
eve game with John Daly of New York.
Tjho J^rrowhead.
By EUGENE ELTON.
We have heard it called the lost art — the
making of arrowheads. Could we look
back through the gloom of unrecorded ages,
when the Red Man was master of this
Western world, when the strength of his
arm was measured with the strength of his
bow, when on the keenness of his eye and
i^e swiftness of his arrows depended his ex-
istence, we would not wonder that he
wrought with marvelous patience the sharp
points of his arrows from the hardest of
stones and carefully bound his bow with the
strongest of sinews; and then, as a talis-
man, feathered the shaft with his favorite
color or tasseled It with the gaudy scalp of
the woodpecker.
At a very remote period, ages before Ob-
sidius brought from Ethiopia specimens of
what the Roman geologists honorably named
obsidian, the primeval inhabitants ol Cali-
fornia were putting this same substance to
various uses, principally as spear and arrow
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heads. The tribes dwelling in the valleys
within whose domain were none of the great
lava flows secured either by barter or con-
quest.
Yet they often resorted to the use of slate,
float quartz and even commoner stones.
This, no doubt, was done during troublous
times. None of the specimens I have seen
that were made of any other material repre-
sented the care in workmanship that was
preferably given to obsidian. (No. 15,
which is of slate, is an example.)
Many of the greater tribes had regular
guilds; the bowyers were men of great es-
teem, and so were the weavers, the stone,
shell and bone workers; but the bowyers
most of all. Often at great peril of their
lives they journeyed far and returned laden
with skins fllled with the coveted obsidian.
By reason of having but very little if any
cleavage, and being deposited in a compact
state, it is difficult to secure much of it
without resorting to strenuous measures;
but after sufficiently heating and throwing
cold water upon It the aborigines speedily
overcame its tenacity. By this means
chunks and flakes of it were rent asunder,
many of the pieces being used as knives, the
edges of which were sharp enough to shave
a man's beard. Of course the edges would
not hold. Among the Aztecs often as many
as a dozen of these blades were used when
it was desired to shave an aristocratic head
without bringing condemnation upon the
artist.
It is said that by this same means of heat
and cold water which was dropped from a
straw, arrowheads were made. It is certain
tnat obsidian points were not wrought in
this way, because the action of water upon
the heated glass tends to crystallize it, thus
making it brittle and destroying its adapt-
ability. If other stones were worked in this
way, the process would do credit to the
lapidaries of Amsterdam.
The best specimens, however, were made
by chipping. A piece of obsidian, after be-
ing firmly placed in a wooden groove to pre-
vent its breaking by being struck between
two hard substances, was dressed down to
suit the artisan's idea. Many of the arrow-
heads made in this way represent admirable
skill. I found that with a pen I could not
represent on paper the delicacy and uni-
formity of the teeth which adorn the edges
oi Nos. 14 and 16 of the Illustrations.
The prevailing opinion that the aboriginal
«^alifomians were devoid of genius is in a
measure disproved by the variety of arrow-
heads he made and the purpose for which he
made them.
Also the belief that his bestial laziness
prevented the exercise of reason is modified
when we contemplate the. deadly vengeance
with which he made Nos. 17, 18 and 10. No.
1^ is the kind of arrowhead general among
the Indians of the Northwest; as for size
and shape No. 14 is most frequently met
with in California. Nos. 4 and 5 are a pecu-
liar kind, the points being nearly round and
smooth, while the thick bulbs which take
the place of barbs leave us to surmise that
it was intended for the weight of the shaft
to free the arrow. Nos. 7, 8 and 9 are in the
rough.
The illustrations are all of arrowheads
taken from a village site in Central Califor-
nia, and represent the originals as nearly
as my ability premits. In looking at a pile
of obsidian arrowheads they all appear to h9
of the same glossy blackness, but when held
to the light are found to be of different col-
ors; some are still jet black, others yellow,
blue, green, brown or surprisingly transpar-
ent. The effect of the artificial added to the
natural beauty of an arrowhead cannot be
realized until a perfect-colored specimen is
tnus examined.
Nowhere in the New World, even from the
ruins of the ancient kingdoms of Mexico and
Central America, are to be found arrowheads
more perfectly made, nor a greater variety
OI them, than could be taken from the pre-
historic mounds and village cities of Califor-
nia. This fact alone is of great value to
archaeological students, because it is as-
serted— not upon official authority, however
— that the bows and arrows of the Callfor-
nians were of an inferior quality. Whateyer
the opinion of those most capable of Judg-
ing, it must be admitted that some of those
bad arrows were fitted with excellent heads.
Many of the early writers noted princi-
pally those peculiarities which added charm
to their accounts; thus, to-day we are driven
to the only reliable source of information —
careful research, the tracings of which are
likely to lead to surprising and far greater
results than anything thus far attained.
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BY ANNETTE KOHN.
rT7 HOU blandest in ihe siin*s last glow,
«>=|=(, And ere that monarch goes to rest,
^ He stoops down low,
And in his great arms holds thee pressed^
And with his own warmih fills thy breast.
He loves thee so,
Thou golden-land,
Thou tieasure-land.
With all his splendors thou ait decked
In beauty, like a stainless bride;
Thine eyes are flecked
With his broad rays, and o.en wide;
Thy lich red lips are glorified
With smiles unchecked,
Thou treasure -land,
Thou golden-land.
The sapphiie sea thy robe doth hem —
That wondrous robe of woven gold. —
With priceless gem
Sown thickly on its ev'ry fold,
And all the wealth the world doth hold
Shining in them,
Thou golden-land.
Thou treasure-land.
The tasselled corn waves in thy hair.
And ete'rald sandals bind thy feet;
And thou dost wear
A ruby girdle at the pleat
Of thy full waist, of grapes most sweet,
And thy arms bare,
Thou treasure-land,
Thou golden-land.
Thou standest 'gainst a giant tree-
Above thee mountains skied by snow;
The m>stery
Of canyons, round and deep below;
Thy heart afire, thy soul aglow
With rhapsody.
Thou golden-land.
Thou tieasure-land.
For thou canst know an empress' pride.
In having wealth the earth to dow'r;
Thy hands stretched wide
In love, to fling thy golden shower.
Thou art thy country's queen and flow'r,
Thou treasure-land.
Thou golden-land.
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White Deerskin Dance at Hoopa Valley, Cal.
Sndians of the J^oopa Reservation.
BY THEODORE GONTZ.
@F more than ordinary interest to the
anthropologist and the student of
ethnology are the tribes of North-
ern California Indians gathered to-
gether in the Hoopa Valley Reservation,
which was established in 1864. The strip
reserved contains 1,200 acres of arable land,
which lies on both sides of the Trinity River,
eight miles above its junction with the Klam-
ath. The tribes now enclosed in this area
are the remnant of many of those uncounted
peoples who at an earlier date wandered
through the woods and valleys of Northern
California; and these are from some quarter
of a hundred primeval tribes, once dwelling
side by side and speaking each a language
so entirely different from the others as to
stump philologists of to-day for any theory
as to their common origin.
Principal among these are the Hoopa In-
dians, said by the eminent ethnologist. Pow-
ers, to have possessed in former times a
rugged virility and talent far superior to
that of the neighboring peoples. "They were
the Romans of Northern California in valor
and the French in language," he says. "They
hold in a state of semi-vassalage (I speak
always of aboriginal acts) most of the tribes
around them, except their two powerful
neighbors on the Klamath, exacting from
them annual tribute in the shape of peltry
and shell money."
While most of the members of the various
tribes now wear for every day the nonde-
script rags of civilization, during the feast
days and tribal dances, primitive costumes
are still worn, gaudy fillets, shell-money
necklaces, moccasins and deerskin tunics,
all decorated with the barbaric gaudiness
which is wont to delight the savage heart.
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Grotesque designs in pitch-pafnt adorn their
faces on these occasions. The strings of
shell, worn about the neck, as shown by
the accompanying cut, stand in lieu of
money belts and purses, for the shell beads
or wafers which hang on the string consti-
tute the only coin which passes current
among the tribesmen. Among ti^e Hoopas
shell money is measured in the following
manner: Each tribesman has ten lines
tattooed across the inside of his forearm,
about half way between his wrist and elbow,
wealth, which they exhibit as adornment
on all state occasions.
Not so long ago (and still occasionally, it
is rumored), the shells were given as blood
money to hired assassins, and death of rela-
tives, too, was expiated for by a payment
(generally of one string) to the heirs of the
deceased. This was considered a legitimate
business transaction, looked upon somewhat
in the light of a life-insurance policy, the
murderer acting at once in the capacity of
Fate and the company standing responsible
Redhead Woodpecker Dance at Peewon Creek, Klamath River, Cal.
and in measuring shell money he takes the
string in his right hand, draws one end over
his left thumb nail, and reaches the oppo-
site end toward the tattoo lines. If the
uppermost tattoo line is reached the string
is worth $25. As a string by tribal law is
only allowed five shells, one valued at $25,
or $5 the shell, is of extreme rarity, the
usual shell being worth about $2. The men
are exceedingly proud of their private
for the act of Fate. Marketable wives are
purchased at prices varying from five to
fifteen strings of shell-money.
Gambling among all Indian tribes has crys-
tallized into an institution, but among the
peoples of the reservation it is more; it
partakes of the nature of a religious rite.
Let me quote from the Smithsonian Report
of 1886: "For gambling they have a bunch
Oi^ small wands, one of which has a black
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band around tlfe center. The game is played
by any number that wish to engage In bet-
ting. Two dealers sit opposite each other on
a blanket, each backed by two or more
singers, and a drummer, and the game com-
mences by one of the dealers taking the
sticks in both hands, about equally divided
and holding them behind his back, shuffling
them from hand to hand, after which he
brings them in front of his body with both
and sings as long as he holds the deal.''
It is an interesting sight to witness one
of these gambling bouts, so naively de-
scribed above. The game is the occasion for
the gathering of factional parties from far
and near, and during the progress of play
feeling runs high and violence is not un-
common. The duty of the hired musicians
is a sacred one, no less a task than invoking
the deities of the tribe to bring luck to the
Indian Sweat House.
Photos by A. W. Ericson.
hands extended and the sticks grasped so
the players cannot see the centers. The op-
posite dealer clasps his hands together two
or three times and points towards the hand
which he thinks holds the stick with the
black center. Should he guess correctly, he
takes the deal, and holds it imtil his oppo-
nent wins it back in like manner. For each
failure a forfeit is paid, and one is also de-
manded when the dealer loses the deal.
Friends of each party make outside bets on
the dealers, ana each dealer's band plays
player who pays for the music. For once
is gambling sanctioned by Church and State!
As to diet these Indians are (like most of
the coast peoples) none too scrupulous.
Like all aborigines the Hoopa tribes, of
course, rely more or less upon hunting and
fishing for their sustenance, being skilled
salmon fishers; but aside from reliance on
these and the occupations now offered by civ-
ilization, they have many other and hum-
bler methods of obtaining food than from
tne use of the rifle or harpoon. On clear
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mornings after rains squaws may be seen
setting oat with six-foot poles, known as
*'woman sticks," to find a moist patch of
rich earth where angle- worms abound. The
pole is thrust deep into the soil and turned
and twisted until the worms, rendered un-
comfortable, crawl to the surface, where
they are gathered and carried home, there
to be cooked into a thick oily broth. This,
while perhaps not tempting to us of the
higher civilization, is considered a great
delicacy among the Northern tribes. We
have it on the authority of Purcell and Pow-
ers that the same species of worm is fre-
quently eaten by the Hoopa clans before
they have undergone the process of cook-
ing, but I have never seen any cases to war-
rant this assertion.
In an accompanying cut is a group of
Klamath Indians in the dress provided by
the Reservation. The women in the center
are wearing the beautiful basket-work
headdresses of which they are expert
weavers. The photograph taken of an In-
dian sweathouse, shows one of the curative
methods employed, summer and winter. The
patient is first put in the little dug-out cel-
lar, which has been heated to a high tem-
perature, and allowed to perspire freely,
then, when well-nigh exhausted, is taken
outside and dipped into the icy currents
of the river. That this method does not al-
ways kill is shown by the pictures here
given of Indians who have passed the cen-
tury mark, and there is a wonderful number
of these on the Hoopa Reservation — ^speak-
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HT a time when scientific men are
gathering evidence which confirms
the theory some time ago propounded
that mosquitoes are active agents in
the matter of disseminating malarial af-
fections among residents of the tropics
and semi-tropics, I recall vividly to my mind
an incident which happened during my stay
in West Africa a good many years ago,
when the persistent and repeated attacks of
the little gray torments upon my by no
means delicate cuticle, one night, were the
means of saving me from a terribly sudden
and violent death.
I was at the time agent in Bonny River
for a large English firm, and my business
was to purchase, by barter from the natives,
palm oil, kernels and ebony.
My trading station or factory was an old
East Indiaman ship, hulked down and an-
chored in the river at a convenient distance
from the shore. All her top-hamper was
cleared away with the exception of the three
lower masts, which assisted in supporting
a roof made of corrugated iron sheets and
stretching from stem to stern. The poop of
the ship was arranged as a general living
place for myself and my white clerk, a
dining table in the center, with a number of
cane chairs and sofas around the sides,
the "break" of the poop being hidden by
a small wooden structure which served as
office, leaving room only for a couple of
narrow companion ladders, one at each side
of the house, leading down on to the main
deck. On the starboard or right-hand side
of the poop, right aft, I had a small cot, cov-
ered in by a mosquito bar, and in this I
usually slept, secure from the little swift-
winged pests that kept high carnival out-
side during the silent watches of the night.
In a corresponding position on the port or
opposite side of the poop was stretched a
canvas hammock between two of the roof
stanchions. What had originally been the
"saloon" of after cabin of the ship was con-
verted into the "shop," wherein I transacted
my business with the head man of the trad-
ing parties of natives who brought me their
produce.
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This "shop" contained stocks of many de-
scriptions of goods — cloth of various kinds,
from fine silk to the commonest cotton "ro-
mals"; kegs of flints, guns, hats, cutlery,
beads, small wares, shirts, and even scented
soaps.
The door was alongside the starboard com-
panion ladder, and at one side of it there
was a window without any glass, but cov-
ered with a rough, coarse trellis work of
hoop iron.
Of course the "shop," like the hatches,
was always kept locked unless I was about
to keep my eyes on things generally, for the
Krooboys who formed my staff of servants
and laborers, and who were imported for a
term from the Kroo country, about 1,500
miles higher up the coast, are incorrigible
thieves, and ' it is not safe to trust them
with anything less portable than a ship's
anchor, and a big one at that.
My work was pretty well cut out for me
at the time of which I write, for I had up-
ward of eighty Krooboys on board, and my
clerk had unfortunately been stricken down
with fever, which had left him so weak that
I had been compelled to send him home;
hence I was entirely without assistance.
One evening I had been dining aboard an-
other trading ship and did not return until
nearly midnight. The lantern burning on
top of the gagway ladder cast a glare upon
the "shop" window, and as I was about to
pass I noticed that the hoop-iron bars ap-
peared to be out of place. I stopped to ex-
amine them, when I found that several were
loose at one end and could be moved suffi-
ciently to permit of a man passing through.
I at once called for a light, opened the shop
door and went inside for a round of inspec-
tion, and was rewarded by finding hidden
among some piles of cloth the worst man
I had on board the ship, and that's saying a
great deal, for I had about the toughest
crew of Kroobos on the river — not a dozen
of them that would have stopped short of
committing murder for the value of a Ma-
dras handkrechief.
His name was Nimley, and I had had a
good deal of trouble with him on other oc-
casions; but as retribution had generally
followed quickly upon the heels of his
crimes I did not think he would have ven-
tured upon such a serious offense as the
forcible entry of the shop. His detection
entailed, as he well knew, severe punish-
ment; not with the light whip used for or-
Qiuary offenses, but with the heavy, twisted
rhinoceros-hide wnip, a fearful weapon when
properly wielded, capable of cutting strips
of flesh out of a man's back at every stroke.
At first thought it may be considered
cruelty upon the part of a wn.«.e man to
apply flogging as a means of punishment,
but be it understood that the white man
stood absolutely alone amongst as treacher-
ous and bloodthirsty a lot of savages as can
bo found in the wide world, who could only be
ruled by the strong arm of force, and upon
whom kindness with a view to inspiring feel-
ings of gratitude was utterly thrown away.
In time to come civilization as introduced
by continued commercial intercourse will,
no doubt, gradually modify this state of
things, but I am not writing of the time to
come.
I had Nimley brought out on deck, and,
telling him to clasp his arms around one of
the stanchions, gave him a moderate flog-
ging with a light whip, and then, instead of
putting him in irons, as I ought to have done,
told him he might join his fellows in the
fo'csl for the night and come to me to be
properly flogged at four bells (6 o'clock)
in the morning.
I then went on the poop, changed my
clothes for a pajama suit, poured out a
glass of sherry, lit a pipe and dismissed the
small boys wno act as body servants, for
tne night, and prepared to turn in. There
was very little breeze, and in consequence
the mosquitoes were rather troublesome;
so, still smoking, I tucked myself up in the
cot, but, flnding the bar would not allow
the smoke to escape, I came out again to
flnish my pipe. When that was done I
once more turned in, this time with the In-
tention of going to sleep. In vain, however,
I sought rest, for one solitary little mosquito
had found his way under the bar; and, how-
ever much his society might have been CLp-
preciated by an entomologist, I was not my-
self inclined to make an exhaustive noc-
turnal study of his habits just then. I
made frantic efforts to bring his gay career
to a close as he flitted about, now alighting
familiarly upon my nose and now humming
aggressively around my ear. But it was all
no use. Do as I might, I was always too late
to hit the spot that I aimed for, and after
I had carried on the war for fully ten min-
utes I decided to get out and have another
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smoke. I therefore lit a pipe and threw my-
self into the hammock for a swing, first
placing a revolver which had been lying
upon the table in the sash which was folded
loosely around my waist. Why I did this I
have never been able to determine, for
though I always had weapons at hand I sel-
dom wore one upon my own ship. It has
been suggested that I must have had a pre-
sentiment that danger was impending, but
I cannot agree with this view of the case,
unless such a feeling could be induced ut-
terly unknown to myself, for I can say posi-
tively that I had no more fear of danger
at the time than I have now while sitting
at my desk.
I had been lazily swinging with the easy
motion of the ship until my pipe was
smoked out, and I was just dozing off into
a comfortable sleep when I suddenly came to
myself with all my faculties alert.
A dark, shadowy form was stealthily mov-
inging from the "break" of the poop on the
side furthest from me, in the direction of
the cot, the interior of which was, of course,
hidden by the mosquito bar. As the figure
emerged into the dim light cast by the one
candle burning upon the table it stood erect,
and I saw that it was Nimley. His face was
the very picture of demoniacal rage and
hatred and his eyes sparkled with malignant
fury. In his right hand he carried a heavy,
long-handled felling ax. As he approached
the Bide of the cot he grasped the ax with
both hands, lifted it high above his head,
carefully measured his distance and then
with a yell of triumph brought it down.
Crash! it went through the top of the cur-
tain, through the cot and into the deck be-
neath. Had I been in my usual sleeping
place I should never have known what
struck me, for the blow was so well meas-
ured that my chest would literally have
been smashed to pieces.
Nimley stopped to remove the wreckage,,
with the expectation of feasting his gaze
upon my mangled remains just at the mo-
ment that I pulled the trigger. I aimed to
break his right shoulder, but his downward
movement caused the bullet to enter hia
head about half an inch above his right ear,,
and he fell without a groan.
I immediately leaped from the hammock,,
seized another revolver and shouted for all
hands on deck. From the alacrity with
which the order was responded to I have no
doubt that every man on board the ship
knew of the intended tragedy.
There happened to be a British gunboat
in the river with the Consul on board, and
I at once sent a note requesting the Consul
and captain to come over. This they did^
and I placed myself under formal arrest, and
the next day a meeting of the Court of
Equity, which was formed by all the white
traders on the river, was called on board the
gunboat, and I stood my trial and was hon-
orably acquitted, the Consul remarking to
me as we went below to crack a bottle after
the event: "Why the deuce you didn't pot
a few more of them when you had such a
good excuse is a puzzle to me, old man."
I must always have a tender feeling for
mosquitoes (and I think they know it, too),
for certainly the little plague who appropri-
ated my cot for his peregrinations that night
saved my life.
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About the women of history writers have
woven a veil of romance through which we
view them with a fascination in striking con-
trast to the plain, honest homage we accord
to the great men of history. From the fair
Helen of Troy down to our own sturdy Major
Molly Pitcher these heroines stand out in
the pages of history with an alluring charm
tnat few of their famous brothers can com-
pass.
Perhaps in no country in the world has the
rapid shifting of scenes and the stage set-
ting for strong dramatic action been so per-
fect as in California in its early days. For
romances that read like tales from a wonder-
Dook those are the days to search in.
The rapid transition from poverty to un-
told wealth, from lawlessness to civilization,
afforded opportunities for romances seldom
equaled.
There is living now in Los Angeles a
woman who for variety and picturesqueness
of career might compare with any of the
heroines of either history or fiction. From
life on an unexplored, savage-infested fron-
tier to life in the gay courts of Europe; from
roughing it in the mountain mining camps
and prairie cattle ranges to being honored
and feted by kings and queens; from society
as it was found on the Mexican rancheros
of California to the exclusive circles of the
White House, are but a few of the swiftly
changing pictures in her life.
The story of Jessie Benton Fremont,
widow of General John C. Fremont, if pen
might catch it as it falls from her own lips,
would make a romance that for absorbing
interest and quick action would surpass any
of the numerous swashbuckling tales of co-
lonial life that have so lately sprung into
popularity.
Had some fairy godmother whispered in
the ear of the babe that opened its eyes
eighty years ago of the amazing changes it
would be her fortune to see— of the steam en-
gine, the telegraph, the telephone and all
kab buzzing swarm of electrical wonders that
followed and still follow in their wake — it
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would seem fairy promise in abundance.
But to add to that adventure, honor, wealtu
and fame would, seem heaping the gifts in
too lavish a prodigality for one wee babe.
Yet all that and more was the portion set
to Jessie Benton when she saw light at
the family seat of her grandfather, Colonel
McDowell of Virginia.
Surrounded by the ceremonious courtesy
that is the very atmosphere of the best of
tne old Southern homes, she could scarcely
have grown to other than the gracious
womanhood that distinguished her. It was
this very graciousness more than her beauty
and name that won her first favors among
the ladies of the White House, and after-
ward, when added the fame of her heroic
husband, opened to her the doors of the most
exclusive circles in all Europe.
That all occufred years and years ago.
Now she lives as quietly as any old lady of
eighty you might meet. She no longer takes
part in the social life around her. A fall a
year ago crippled her, and she will never
walk again.
Her beautiful home, presented to her by
a number of patriotic ladies of Southern Cal-
ifornia, is one of the standard objects of in-
terest to the hundreds of sight-seeing tour-
ists that fiock to Los Angeles yearly. They
come. They gaze at its vine-covered walls.
They photograph it. Then they go away
and say they have seen the home of the fam-
ous General Fremont.
But it is only the fortunate few who are
admitted behind those red walls who see in
truth the home of these celebrated old people,
it is within that the things of real interest
are always found.
Looking down from the walls of the dimly
lighted drawing-room is a life-sized portrait
of a white-haired man. The rugged face and
keen, alert eyes bespeak the undaunted
spirit that brooked no opposition. This is
the hero of '46. Facing it is the portrait of
a girl with soft brown hair, drawn with a
Madonna sweep over the oval cheeks, fram-
ing full red lips and deep, serious eyes.
This was the young wife, now an octogenar-
ian.
It gives one a feeling of unreality to sit in
that great, shaded room beforfe that vivid
portrait of youth and listen while its aged
original tells without vanity of the honors
that have been hers; of her presentation to
•the queen; of the gowns she wore in those
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gay times; of her tour over Europe with her
husband; of the many people of honored
and distinguished name they met.
Their trip all through Europe was some-
thing in the nature of a triumphal tour.
Everywhere social attentions were lavished
upon them. In England they were received
by the Queen. The true democratic love of
simplicity speaks out in Mrs. Fremont's sum-
ming up of this interesting experience:
"The Queen's drawing-room was a splendid
dumb show; not a word, not a breath
scarcely; only form, strict and unques-
tioned."
One of the most cherished memories of all
of the great host to Mrs. Fremont is of her
meeting with the Duke of Wellington. It
was but a few months before his* death, and
he was very feeble. His niece presented
Mrs. Fremont, and she claims it a happy
privilege to have touched the hand of the
conqueror of Napoleon.
Another who showed high nonor^to this
distinguished couple was the Queen of
Denmark, the beautiful mother of the Prin-
cess of Wales. It is not every one who is.
invited to make morning calls on Royalty,
but they were so honored by being in-
vited to visit the Queen informally at the
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Winter Palace. They afterward attended
the "ball of welcome," at which all royalty
and the highest Danish nobility were pres-
ent, and then a breakfast given to General
Fremont by the Minister of *State, Count
Fries.
But memories are not all that are left of
those harvest days of fame. There are
things more tangible, more comprehensible,
perhaps, to the unimaginative. There are tro-
phies from all corners of the earth — souve-
nirs as priceless as the pearls of Antoinette.
There is a miniature that connoisseurs
would travel across the world to see. It is
of Napoleon, painted on ivory by Isabey in
lbJ4. Then there is the album containing
the famous collection that Napoleon III.
tried so hard to gain. And it is only due
to Mrs. Fremont's quick American wit that
he failed and the album was brought to this
country.
It is a collection of authentic Bonaparte
souvenirs which was bequeathed to General
and Mrs. Fremont by their old friend, the
Count de la Garde, who made his collection
in Paris from the days of the First Consul-
ate. The Count's will provided that in case
the Fremont family failed to claim the album
within one year it should go to the Emperor
Napoleon III, to whom was left all the rest
of the Bonaparte collection. The album con-
tains various souvenirs of this historic fam-
ily, together with autographic letters and
many portraits at different epochs in the life
oi Napoleon, Josephine and others of that
line.
The executor sent a letter saying that the
Emperor wishea to keep unbroken all sou-
venirs of his family and would like what the
Count de la Garde had bequeathed to Gen-
eral Fremont and his wife.
The Fremonts at once sent vigorous objec-
tions, but with no avail. The year of delay
thac was to cause the legacy to lapse to the
Emperor was drawing to a close. Then it
was that Mrs. Fremont hit upon a plan that
was at once simple and to the point.
She carried her correspondence to Wells,
Fargo & Co. and explained the situation.
They agreed to get the package on her order.
This they did. So in a simple American
business way a task was accomplished which
neither diplomacy nor the power of an em-
peror could bring about.
And never did Napoleon III treasure more
highly or hold as a more sacred trust the
souvenirs of his family than does this old
gentlewoman of a bygone age treasure the
mementoes of the greatness of her soldier
husband. The sword and belt presented to
Arbor House, Corner Main and Fourteenth Streets.
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aim at Charlestown on his return from his
historical achievements in California are
guarded as Jealously as ever was the cele-
brated jeweled sword of the Galkwar of
Baroda. It is a rich and elaborately ex-
ecuted piece of workmanship, gold and silver
mounted. On the gold scabbard are two sil-
ver shields, with the words: "California"
and "1846." Engraved below are the cus-
tomary inscription and dedication.
These are but a few of the many souve-
nirs of one of the most striking and romantic
characters in California history. Many oth-
ers are there, kept with loving reverence
by the woman who shared his almost me-
teoric career from the obscurity of a lieu-
tenant in a corps where promotion was slow
and the pay small to the dazzling honors of
a conqueror and explorer of world-wide
fame. In these, the last days of a long and
varied life, she waits with placid content,
knowing that in His own good time she will
be called to rejoin her hero.
7)iSConieni.
BY INA WRIGHT HANSON.
There is no grandeur in the cliffs, to-day,
There is no beauty in the shining sand;
The breakers' dirges grow monotonous —
My heart is out of tune with sea and land.
The king is on a journey and no more
His presence brightens sea, and sky, and^ shoreQ^ |^
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'-riHB Pan-American Exposition which
j^^.is to be opened at Buffalo, New York,
this year, promises if the indications
are not altogether misleading, to be
one of the most comprehensive and impos-
ing exhibitions of the industrial progress,
the scientific achievements and the artistic
spirit of modem civilization that have ever
taken place anywhere, i It is to be noted, as
a curious if not significant fact, in this con-
nection, that the last great exposition of the
old century took place in Paris, which has
been for centuries the center of much of
the old world's social, political and commer-
cial activity; while upon the other hand,
the first exposition of the new century is
to be held in one of the new world's bustling
cities that was scarcely more than a frontier
Tillage when the first Napoleon was making
and unmaking dynasties and threatening to
change the entire map of Europe. Does this
mean that we are accustomed to style, in
generic terms, that the old world has had its
day as the leader of human activity and that,
in the century which is just opening up,
and to a still greater extent in the cen-
turies that will succeed it, the sturdy new
world that Columbus discovered will step
who watch with thoughtful interest the pro-
gress of events, and the unfolding of those
incidents that in time become history, will
surely find in this query suggestions that
are worthy of careful study.
The Buffalo Exposition has been planned
upon a most comprehensive scale. While it
will be, in its management and organization,
an essentially American enterprise stamped
with those characteristics that have become
our national identification marks, still, in a
broader sense it will be a display of univer-
sal character — a gathering of everything of
interest that is to be found in the known
world that is capable of exhibition. Many
of the departments will aim at a degree of
completeness that has never been achieved
by any previous exposition. The exhibits
in the department of Mines and Mining for
instance, have been arranged for upon an
imposing scale and the display in this line
will be one in which the people of California
and the Pacific Coast should, because of
their relation to the industry, take an es-
pecially strong interest. The Mines and
Mining Building will be one of a group of
three which have been arranged in the gen-
eral form of a horse shoe. In the group it
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(which occupies, in the group, the position
of toe calk) by means of one of two hand-
some conservatories that flank the Horticul-
tural Building, north and south. The Mines
and Mining Building is one hundred and
fifty feet square and has four comer pavil-
ions each reaching to the height of one hun-
dred feet. Material for the mining exhibit
will be distinctively American and will be
drawn from all parts of the United States,
from every country in Central and South
America, from Canada, from Mexico, and
from the islands of the sea. While in gen-
eral the exhibits will be made under the
auspices of the various governments, still
many individuals and companies will be
represented by special displays of their
own properties and products.
The list of minerals that will be repre-
sented comprises almost every useful or
ornamental ore known to metallurgy. There
will be exhibits of ores and their treatment,
illustrating to the uninformed how valuable
metals are derived from what appears to be
very commonplace material. It is also intend-
ed to make the exhibition of machinery for
the reduction and manipulation of refractory
ores an unusually interesting one. There
will be a large and very important collection
of specimens of mineral deposits gathered
from all the great beds of valuable substan-
ces to be found upon this hemisphere.
Some of these will uncover surprises that
will be sensational in their character. For
instance. Southern California will contribute
specimens of a vast bed of asphaltum, of
superior quality, the quantity of which is
computed to be sufficient for the paving of
every important street in every city in the
United States. Other deposits of great
value — such as coal and its allied mineral
connections, building stones, marble, prec-
ious stones of the nature of onyx, agate,
jasper, corundum, asbestos, graphite, mica,
kaolin, lime, cement, gypsum, sulphur, man-
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eluded in the display. There will also be a
very complete exhibit of machinery for quar-
rying, cutting and carving stone, mineral
rock, etc., as well as a valuable collection of
tunneling and lifting machinery. In the ap-
pliances for underground work, such as bor-
ing, drilling, blasting, lighting, and tele-
phoning, there will be nothing missing, and
even the best informed visitor will scarcely
be able to pass through this department
without meeting many things he never met
with before.
One feature of the tan- American Expo-
sition will be an electric tower, three hun-
dred and seventy-five feet high. A picture
of the steel frame of this tower, at «l height
of two hundred feet accompanies this arti-
cle. Those who ascend this tower will truly
be able to say that they are "out of sight."
Another department which cannot but
interest the people of California and the
Coast is that of Forestry. Something new
in the building line is hard to imagine, for
architectural ingenuity appears to have been
long since exhausted. Nevertheless, the
Forestry Building in the Pan-American Ex-
position Appears to be unique, and if any-
thing like it has ever been produced before
no record of the fact has been kept. The
general plan of the structure is that of a
floor enclosed with a rail fence. Stake and
rider form no feature of the structure, but
tne locked ends of fence corners which, are
formed by the worm will lend themselves
to the formation of artistic lodges and com-
fortable seats. Hickory, being a represen-
tative American wood, will be displayed in
such a manner as to illustrate why Ameri-
can vehicles are now preferred in every
country in which they are known and also
why early shipments of American vehicles
to Europe could not be sold. People who
were accustomed to ride over polished road
surfaces in vehicles that were usually
mounted on wheels that were as substantial
as those used for freight wagons refused to
risk their lives on an inch spoke and a hub
that was scarcely visible to the naked eye
until they learned of the properties of a well
seasoned piece of hickory wood. Since then
people who know the difference take ofC
their hats to the American vehicle and the
American hickory tree. Petrified woods
from Arizona will also be made a feature at
Buffalo, though such exhibits are curious and
of scientific interest rather than of practical
and utilitarian value. In the nature of
things there could be no exhibit of the for-
estry and lumber interests of the United
States that would not include the Big Trees
and great redwood groves of California.
The Western people cannot, therefore, but
be deeply interested in this department of
the Buffalo Exposition.
The Agricultural Building, a picture of
which accompanies this article, will contain
a feature that cannot but interest everybody.
It will be an exhibition of a new process for
preserving eggs. It is that of hermetically
sealing eggs in cans. It is based upon the
same principal as obtains in the canning and
preservation of meats, vegetables and other
food products, though the details are differ^
ent. Of the importance of this industry
some idea may be gathered when it is borne
in mind that during the spring and summer
months the city of New York alone receives
about five million eggs per day, while the
consumption of the city is only about three
million. Obviously it is a matter of great
economic importance that this surplus be
taken care of. This is done in this way:
Sound shells containing wholesome yolks
and whites are limed and packed away for
winter. All good eggs whose shells are
cracked or slightly broken are canned for
confectioners, while eggs that are cloudy
or in any way spoiled are likewise canned
for tanners' use. The latter employ them for
giving to kids and other fine leathers that
subtle gloss which so catches the eye. So
carefully is the economic feature of this
business looked after that the shells of the
canned eggs are saved and employed in the
manufacture of poultry foods. In canning
eggs when the product is intended for con-
fectioners' use, as is generally the case,
the yolks are separated from the whites.
Where the product is intended for general
purposes the yolks and whites are canned
together, just as soups, meats, and vegeta-
bles, are canned. This is not a new busi-
ness, but new methods of carrying it on
have been developed and it is these new
methods that will be on exhibition at the
Buffalo Exposition.
That art, in any of its forms, will not be
neglected at the Pan-American Exposition
may be gathered from an examination of the
picture of the Graphic Art building. Temple
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of Music, and Machinery building, which is
included in the Water Garden view that ac-
companies this article. The band stand and
plaza, which are also the subject of an ac-
companying illustration, call to mind the
fact that the management promises to pre-
sent the very best orchestral music to the
patrons of the Exposition.
Still another feature of the Buffalo dis-
play which should attract attention, more
particularly in the southern end of Califor-
nia, is the honey-making exhibit. It has been
decided to construct a special building for
the proper display of the colonies of bees and
the great variety of bee keepers' supplies
that will be on exhibition. It is intended
and expected that this will be the most ex-
tensive bee exhibit ever made anywhere.
Comparatively few people understand what
the value of this industry is to the United
States. As a matter of fact it is estimated
that two hundred thousand people are en-
gaged in bee culture in this country, and the
value of honey and wax produced is esti-
mated to be in excess of twenty million dol-
lars annually. There are one hundred and
ten societies devoted to the study and pro-
motion of bee culture, and eight public jour-
nals are sustained by the industry. Fifteen
steam power factories are employed through-
out the country in producing supplies of
various kinds for the use of bee keepers.
The industry is only partially developed.
It is estimated that the flora of the United
States could sustain ten times as many bees
as are now in existence in the country, and
that nearly every farm could maintain an
apiary of profitable size. Obviously the
subject is one that deserves' attention; and
the bee exhibit at Buffalo will be worthy
of study. It is intended to so arrange the
exhibit that the bees may enter their hives
from the exterior of the building and carry
on their work of honey collecting undisturbed
by visitors, yet in full view of all who wish
to watch them. The bee exhibit indeed,
will illustrate to all the operation of an
apiary, and will show the common honey
producing flora in a way to impress it upon
the minds of all investigators.
These are but few of the general fea-
tures of the Pan-American Exposition picked
out indiscriminately. But they show that
it is a display which it will pay both the in-
dividual business man and the people of
every State as an organized body to look
after. There will be much to see at the
Buffalo Exposition, and what is often of
still greater importance, there will be a great
chance to be seen at the Buffalo Exposi-
tion. As indicated by the picture of the
Machinery and Transportation building, the
project has been boldly designed and is be-
ing carried out in a substantial manner.
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^±4 monico Caf6 one evening, three well-
I known newspaper men and told stor-
ies over their wine and cigars. It
was the very quiet-looking man's turn to
spin a yam, and his was the following:
"You've heard of Boisville?"
His listeners nodded.
"I was born and raised there. The richest
man in the place was Josiah Rockman.
Owned a big silk ribbon factory that em-
ployed the town. Every Sunday morning,
exactly five minutes after services had be-
gun, Josiah walked up the aisle of St. Mary's
to his seat. If any one occupied it he put
him out, and then sat at the outermost edge
and twisted his neck to stare over at the
stained-glass window he had presented to
the church in a spasm of generosity that
astounded those who knew him best. If
Josiah Rockman was the wealthiest man in
Boisville he was also the closest in money
matters. Astounding stories were in circu-
lation as to his niggardliness, some of which
I will tell you another time.
"One morning after church services, when
Rockman reached home, his sister met him
at the door and announced that a woman
waited in the parlor to see him. Josiah hung
his hat on the hall rack, patted affectionately
several minutes the large Newfoundland dog
that bounded up to greet him, then went in
o meet his visitor, the animal jumping at his
leels. A shabbily dressed little woman with
weary eyes and a twitching mouth rose im-
mediately from her seat near one of the win-
dows. She twisted and twisted the handker-
chief she held in her hands, and not at once
could she find courage to speak to the cold-
faced man before her.
"At last she began, in faltering tones:
'Mr. Rockman, I am one of your tenants at
18 Elm street — Mrs. Gibson. We have had
sickness among the children all winter long,
and I am back three months in my rent.'
Her voice broke. *Now — now my husband
is down with pneumonia, and your agent
insists that we must get out by the first of
the month if we cannot pay up. I dbn't
know what we will do. I cannot get the
money, and we have no friends to take us
in. Mr. Rockman — I thought — perhaps —
when you knew of our case you would be
willing to leave us in a little while longer —
until, at least my husband had recovered.
I know we will be able to pay up all.'
''Josiah Rockman stiftened up visibly. He
gave a dry, throaty cough. His eyes turned
from the woman's and settled on the bronze
figure of Marguerite plucking at a daisy,
adorning the marble mantel.
" 'I have nothing to do with such matters,
my good woman, nothing whatever,* he said.
He folded his arms. 'My agent sees to all
that, so I can do nothing for you; nothing
at all. I am sorry, I assure you, but I cannot
interfere in the matter. Talk to the agent.'
"His arms dropped to his sides. He led
the way to the front door. Mrs. Gibson fol-
lowed, too stunned and crushed by her
abrupt dismissal to say another word. The
man opened the door for her and she passed
out while he stood there, looking after her
and repeating: 'I am sorry, my good woman,
but I can do nothing for you — nothing.' Then
ne slammed the door shut, went upstairs to
nis own private room and, sitting down to
his desk, wrote a letter to his agent, threat-
ening to discharge him if he (Rockman)
was annoyed any more with troublesome
tenants.
"That evening Josiah had another visitor,
this time a gaunt, wasted man with blazing
eyes and a burning red spot upon each
sunken cheek. It was John Gibson, who in
some way had managed to escape from his
sick bed and was now here to plead with
Rockman to grant him and his family a stay
of another month in their home. The horror
of it the manufacturer did not seem to grasp.
It was not terrible to him that this
man, mortally ill, perhaps, with pneumonia,
should have deliberately left his bed and
risked almost certain death from exposure,
to beg not to be put out in the street. Rock-
man was just angry through and through
that these people should dare attempt to
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bend his will to theirs. He insisted, as he
had done to the wife in the morning, he had
nothing to do with the tenants. The agent
must see to all that sort of thing. He did
not care to interfere; no, he would not in-
terfere.
"When John Gibson understood at last
that his landlord was flint he almost col-
lapsed. He managed to pull himself to-
gether, though, and with his death-smitten
eyes blazing into Rockman's he moaned: 'I
am dying, I know. And when I am dead I
will kneel before God and ask Him to let
me come back again, that I may work you
some of the misery you have worked me and
mine.'
"Josiah Rockman believed not in threats
from either living or dying men. So he
called for his coachman and ordered him to
get Gibson out of the house to his own home.
"The next morning at breakfast Josiah's
sister told him 'the man Gibson who was
here last evening is dead. He died during
the night. Josiah' — Mary's voice was firm —
'I think you might have — *
"Rockman bent his eyes upon her, and
there was enough in them to dissipate at
once Mary's firmness. She did not go on.
"One week later Rockman and his sister
were in the cosy little library of their home.
The woman was reading and Josiah sat in
an armchair by the open fireplace and stared
down at Rex, the great Newfoundland, who
lay at his feet.
"Rockman had been extremely reticent for
many days, and Mary, who knew his moods,
was aware that something annoyed and wor-
ried him.
"All the evening he had remained in the
one position, staring unceasingly at the dog,
and the few questions his sister addressed to
him were unanswered.
"When it struck ten Mary closed her book,
arose and said good-night to her brother.
He gave no sign that he heard, and then,
when she reached the door, he suddenly
called out to her: 'Mary! Mary!* She stood
on the threshold a second, then came back
into the room. Josiah motioned her to come
near him. 'Do you notice anything peculiar
about that dog's eyes?' he said, pointing to
Rex, who raised his head at the sound of
the voice he knew and loved, and wagged
his tail with vigorous thumps against the
floor.
"Mary stared from Rockman to the animal
in astonishment. 'Why, no,' she finally re-
sponded.
" 'Well, I do!' Josiah burst out Then his
tones sank to a whisper. 'Mary, they are
John Gibson's eyes now! Can't you see it?'
And, grasping her arm, he pulled her over
in front of the dog. 'Look at him!' Mary
lost every vestige of color. Her lips disap-
peared in the deathlike hue of her face.
'There is nothing the matter with Rex's
eyes, Josiah,' she gasped. 'You are nervous
and unstrung. Do go to your room and to
bed'; and she tried to pull him away from
the Newfoundland. But Rockman still stared
at the dog in a fascinated way, and Rex re-
turned the look calmly. 'Did our Rex have
blue eyes?' he insisted. 'Never; they were
always black, but now they are blue — blue,
just like Gibson's, I tell you. Mary, do you
think' — his voice trailed almost to indistinct-
ness— 'do you think the man's spirit could
have passed into Rex's body, to do me some
horrible harm? Two or three times lately
I felt sure that he was going to jump at me.
He will do it yet if he gets the chance. My
God! He looks at me always now with John
Gibson's unforgiving, malignant eyes. It is
terrible.' Great drops of sweat stood out
upon Rockman's brow and his jaw dropped
in a most sickening way.
"A second or so he remained thus, then he
recovered himself, and his sister's look of
horror and of fright was not lost to him. He
pulled out his handkerchief, mopped his face
slowly and smiled with visible effort. 'There,
Mary,' he said, 'I have startled you to death.
Don't mind me. I am a little upset about
Gibson; that is all. I am sorry now that I
was not a trifle more lenient with the man.'
" 'If you go right to bed and try to sleep,
perhaps you will feel all right in the morn-
ing,' Mary tremblingly suggested. Her eyes
were wide with the anxiety tugging at her
heartstrings.
" 'I will do as you say,' her brother re-
sponded. 'I will go to bed now. But I'm
all right.' He fixed her with a fierce look.
'I am not crazy, you know. You understand,
eh?'
"'They all say that — all,' Mary moaned.
'Of course I know that you are not crazy,'
she told him gently, laying her hand upon
his arm. Then, 'We shall get rid of Rex,
Josiah.'
" 'Yes, I will shoot him to-morrow. We
will close this door now and leave him shut
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up in the library all night. Then, to-mor-
row I shall put an end to him. It will be
best. Otherwise I should always have this
terrible fear hanging over me.'
" 'Yes, shoot the animal, Josiah.' Mary
carefully fastened the library door after her,
leaving the Newfoundland sleeping before
the fire. She saw Rockman to his apart-
ment, then fled to her own, Just across the
hall, and hastily donned hat and wrap. She
was going out to the family physician to beg
him to come at once to see her unfortunate
brother. After waiting awhile until she felt
sure he had retired she went softly out into
the hall, fearful of making the slightest
noise; for, to reach the stairs, she had to
pass his room. She gained the top of the
stairway and had descended just one step
when her brother's voice rang sharply out:
'Mary, where are you going/ She stopped
short; her heart fluttered up in her throat
and trembled there until she felt she would
choke. Rockman was standing at the door
of his bedroom, fully dressed, staring at her
with burning, angry eyes. Neither, spoke.
Then at last the man said : 'So you believed
me mad, after all? Well, I am not. At any
rate, you will have to postpone the examina-
tion as to my sanity until to-morrow. You
do not leave this house to-night to go after
a doctor.' Mary turned and came back. She
whimpered out a lie: *I was not going for
a physician, Josiah; I — I — I — '
" *I want none of your excuses,' he cut her
short, and disappeared into his room. Mary
went to her own apartment and there gave
way to a hysterical outburst of tears. This
over, she took off her hat and wrap, then sat
for several hours brooding over the terrible
misfortune that had come to her; for a mad-
man she felt sure Rockman was. Once,
when quite certain he had retired, she crept
stealthily to his room and looked fearfully
in. A light burned there, and she could see
that the man was sleeping peacefully and
soundly as a babe. Finding it impossible to
go to bed, Mary went downstairs to the par-
lor, lit all the gasjets, drew up a chair before
the half-dead fire striving for life upon the
hearth and sat down to remain there the
rest of the night. Two sounded by the large
black clock on the mantel; two chimed out
by all the bells in town. Their last echo
had scarcely died away when a shrill, blood-
stilling shriek rang through the house. Mary
clutched the arm of her chair. She re-
mained unable to stir, paralyzed with dread.
Again that awful scream rang out, wild,
piercing, and then died away in a horrible,
gurgling wail. Now there was the noise of
hurrying footsteps, the murmur of excited
voices; the servants of the house were
aroused. Mary attempted to shake off the
terror encoiling her. She tried to rise, but
her trembling knees gave way and she fell
back in her chair again and huddled there,
half-dead with fear, listening acutely to
every movement from above. The coach-
man was the first to reach Rockman's room,
whence he felt sure the cries had issued.
He entered, the other servants following at
his heels. Then they all fell back into the
hall again and some of the women began to
scream as only women can in hysterical
fright. Surely it was an awful sight that
had met their gaze. Rockman lay on the
bed, his throat torn to bloody rags, and
over him, with his muzzle and breast and
paws all dripping blood, stood Rex, the big
Newfoundland. He lifted his great head
and growled savagely at the intruders, mur-
der in his almost human eyes. There was a
wild scram Die from the room, but the coach-
man returned. His face was as chalk, a
blue vein swelled out to bursting on his
sweat-covered forehead; but he got out the
revolver he always carried. His hand trem-
bled awkwardly, still he took the best aim
he could and fired. The shot went home,
clear through the brute's brain, who went
down in a quivering heap upon his master's
body. They dragged the dog off. The man
beneath was a dreadful sight. His eyes
were unclosed, bulging from their sockets,
an awful horror in their depths; his mouth
was open, contracted to a circle, and pushed
through it was his tongue, bitten almost in
half; and there was no neck left. One hand
grasped a revolver that had not been used.
The quiet-looking man stopped. "Finis,"
he said, and flicked off the ashes at the end
of his cigar.
The youngest of the trio bent forward.
"My GrOd! no animal could have committed
such a crime without human intelligence
backing him. Do you suppose — do you think
— ^John Gibson's spirit really dominated the
dog? Was that possible?"
The narrator smiled, showing beautifully
even teeth. "I myself take no stock in non-
sense of that sort," he said. "I will give you
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my little theory: Rockman was flinty, but
he had a conscience, just the same. This
conscience annoyed him a little too much
after Gibson's death. Something in his
brain gave way before the worry. His hal-
lucination took the form that Gibson's spirit
had entered Rex's body and that the animal
was sure to work him some dire harm. The
night of the tragedy he slept with a loaded
revolver within grasp. By some strange
fatality Rex got out of the library — door
opened by one of the servants, perhaps — and
wandered up to his master's room. It might
be that he attempted to Jump into bed.
Rockman awoke, wild with fear, and, sure
that Rex was going to murder him, he at-
tempted to use his weapon. His eyes gave
him away to the dog. The animal knew that
his master was about to slay him. A dog is
very intelligent, believe me. He is as ob-
servant as a human. Take one into a room
some day and try making grimaces at him.
He will first show every symptom of aston-
ishment, then either run whimpering away
or Jump at you. Try it some time. You will
see. Rex read his doom in Rockman's face,
then sprang at the man. He reached for the
throat, found it, and — well, the taste of blood
encouraged him. That is all there is to the
killing, believe me."
"It was a strange thing," one of the men
said.
"Very," the quiet man answered; "but I
know one or two happenings stranger still.
Some day I shall tell you them."
"HINTS for Home Reading" is a plain
shell for a good nut, or an unpretentious
title for eleven un-
commonly good essays
Eminent Essayists on the formation of
On Home Libraries, a library, by M. F.
Sweetser, Gha r 1 e a
Dudley Warner, Fred
B. Perkins, Cyrus Hamlin, Henry Ward
Beecher (interview), Hamlin W. Mabie,
Edward Everett Hale, Joseph Cook, and Ly-
man Abbott, the last-named being the editor
of the work.
No department of the home is of so much
importance to domestic refinement as is
the library, and none is so difficult of per-
fection. A dozen common-sense papers by
eminent scholars cannot come amiss with
a few hints for the aid of those who would
collect serviceable, readable books at small
cost. Mont valuable among the suggestions
are the warnings against bad choice which
dees so much to mar the shelves of our
larger libraries. Speaking of bad fiction Mr.
Sweetser says: "The titles of the stories
are viciously sensational, and the situa-
tions are of the most impossible character.
with a high spice of hair-breadth adven-
ture, pruriant description and scandalous
suggestion. Picturesqueness, aelicacy, pur-
ity, are all alien to these blood-curdlmg fic-
tions, and the normal and healthy condi-
tions of life are not considered."
Charles Dudley Warner, in an essay on
"Why Young People Read Trash," explains
— and none should know better — that the
Americans share with the Chinese, German,
English, and a few other races, t^e only
real reading public in the world. And yet,
he says, "Unless a book by some good luck
becomes the fashion and is recommended
in fashion, few see it. ♦ • ♦ When a story be-
comes the fashion everybody reads it; but
who is everybody? Why, a new novel is
to have a 'run' if ten thousand copies of
it are published — ^ten thousand copies for
sixty millions of people."
That is a good word of Frank B. Perkins,
"Read the great books, if you can (it is
not everyone who can do it the first time
he tries!) Anyone who has well-read the
masterpieces (to read well a masterpiece Is
nearly to deliberately study it) has the prin-
cipal material for a well-furnished mind.''
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"Read periodicals/' he goes on, "not idly
and wastefuUy but so as to keep up with
the truth of the present as well as to learn
the truth of the past/' and again, "Amusing
reading, use with moderation. * ♦ ♦ Select,
therefore, for amusement, something that
amuses you; a comic almanac, if it amuses
you; and from that upward to the thoughts
Oi Joubert or Pascal or Antonlus."
An exact stenographic report of a con-
versation with Henry Ward Beecher gives
his methods of reading, with probably more
sincerity than an essay would have done.
"An English scientist learned a language in
the time his wife kept him waiting for the
completion of his evening toilettes," says
Hamilton W. Mabie, in an essay following,
"and at the dinner given to Mr. Froude in
this city (New York) some years ago, Mr.
Beecher said that he had read through
the author's brilliant, but somewhat lengthy
history in the intervals of dinner."
Appended to the work is a Book Buyer's
Guide, a list of nearly 3,000 volumes based
on the American Library Association's se-
lection for the model library exhibited at
the Columbian Exposition at Chicago in
1893. A Book Record leaves space for mem-
oranda on useful books desired.
The book as a whole is a work of eminent
value to cultured people, and one that every
lover of book-lore should read and profit by.
(Hints for Home Reading, edited with
an introduction by Lyman Abboct. Charles
L. Bowman, New York.)
IN the light of science the baby was dis-
covered somewhat later than the tele-
graph, and it was on-
ly in the present de-
Child cade that the young
and Scientist. of the human race
began to assume to
the systematic stu-
dent so great an importance as the larvae
of the bee or ant. So it is not strange that
Milicent W. Shinn in the opening chapter
of her "Biography of a Baby," explains that
her book is one among a meagre half-
dozen similar works devoted to a careful
study of the developing traits of the human
child from the day of his first awakening.
The baby In the work at hand is not the soft
heaven-sent bundle of mother's sentiment
of the ordinary, unclassified infant. In fact,
her early gestures are of no less a dignity
than evolutionary manifestations of an "on-
togenic series," while even her most heart-
touching goo-goo is merely an illustration
of the early use of gutterals. Yes, the baby,
as seen by the author, is indeed a matter of
great seriousness, with a trait of heredity
or development manifested in her every
sound and action — and such she should
be in a book of research, whose aim is the
noble one of throwing light on the ever-wo]i-
derful mystery of the growing soul of man.
The ontogenic series (quick evolution in
growing child-life similar to that through
which the race has passed) is the phenom-
enon most closely watched by the author;
and as a woman, she believes, she is in her
proper sphere in experimenting along vhis
special line. "Probably women are more
skillful than men," she says, "in quietly fol-
lowing the course of the child's mind, even
leading him to reveal himself without at
all meddling with him or marring his sim-
plicity. ♦ ♦ * Any one who has not good
Judgment will find plenty of ways to spoil
a child more potent than observing him."
Among the first experiments tried on the
scientific infant are strength tests, and it
is found that the grip and the forearm
of a child but a few hours old is proportion-
ately much greater than that of a grown
man, while the lower part of the body is
in a helpless state of semi-paralysis. The
baby is at this stage merely an automaton
moved entirely by refiex actions. "He is an
automaton in the sense that he has practi-
cally neither thought nor wish nor will;
but he is a living, conscious automaton, and
that makes all the difference in the world."
The sense of touch is the first to be devel-
oped, then a dim sense of sight and hearing,
with taste and smell much slower to show
themselves. It was several weeks before
touch earned anything but a vague response
from the child studied. "The first smile i
could consciously record occurred a day be-
fore the baby was a month old, and it was
provoked by a touch of a finger on the lip."
Taste and smell are experimented with at
great length, while the child is less than a
month old. "Physiologists/' the author ex-
plains, "have had the daring to make care-
ful test of smell and taste in the new-born,
putting a wee drop of quinine, sugar, salt,
or acid solution on the babies' tongues, and
strong odors to their nostrils, and have been
made certain by the resulting behavior that
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the senses do exist from the first." All of
which would go to prove that the life of the
scientific baby is not one of unmixed Joy.
Not till the middle of the fourth month
does the child begin to appreciate exterior
objects, and it is shortly after this that
the first articulate sounds are made. "In
the early weeks of the fifth month she (the
baby) would begin to think suddenly of her
little sounds, and dash at it, bringing it out
witn a comical doubling up of the body."
Thus, through the first twelve months of
being, is the thought-evolution followed care-
fully step by step, "and so the story of the
swift, beautiful year is ended, and our wee,
soft, helpless baby had become this darling
thing, beginning to toddle, beginning to
talk, full of a wide-awake baby intelligence,
and rejoicing in her mind and body."
Did I say that the book was lacking in sen-
timent? Let me correct myself. The book
is about a baby and it is written by a woman.
(The Biography of a Baby, by Milicent
W, Shinn. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston
and New York.
THAT is a poor war which does not make
romance as well as history, and the only
wonder is that our
late unpleasantness
Romance of with Spain has not
Cuban War. done more for the
publishers than it
has. A little time
for prospective,
however, is what we want; meanwhile an
occasional Cuban romance with a touch of
melodrama and a spice of hairbreadth ad-
venture already assails the market to please
the adventurous. This time it is "Rita," by
Laura B. Richards, and an entertaining little
book it is to make a few hours* reading for
those not over-old or grave.
Scene, the Spanish-American war in Cuba.
Senorita Margarita de San Real Montfort,
a pampered younger daughter of. an aristo-
cratic Havanan, becomes possessed of a ro-
mantic, girlish patriotism which prompts
her to escape from her luxuriant surround-
ings and flee to the mountains to join the
patriot forces, of which her brother, Don
Carlos, is already a captain. Hardship
improves the character of the rather spoiled
child. A romance with a young American
leader of patriots ends the story. There is
a liberal sprinkling of Rough Riders, recon-
centrados, amigos, guerrillas and Spanish
soldiery to add color to the book. The au-
thor's translation of the stilted Spani^
rhetoric are full of humor and realism.
("Rita." Bu Laura E. Richards. Dana,
Estes & Co., Boston.)
A PATHETIC, elfin, grown-up child ro-
mance is "Snow White; or, A House in the
Wood," by Laura
E. Richards. It is
Another by naively told in her
Laura E. Richards. daintiest style and
in a fairyland set-
ting which well ac-
cords with its title.
"Snow White" is just a little girl who runs
away into the woods to find the seven
dwarfs in the real fairy tale. She finds a
sure-enough dwarf who lives all alone in the
wood. The monster proves to be one Mark
Ellery, who has been jilted by the mother
of Snow White and has resolved to live and
die a misogynist among the forest trees.
The dwarf is confronted by the problem
of whether he shall return the child to its
parents, but he weakens into keeping her in
his company till her sweet companionship
has somewhat mitigated the bitterness of
his life.
Snow White is a real child a great deal
of the time, and only occasionally does her
prattle become conscious and her whim
strained. The story is charming and recalls
the early romance of Hawthorne.
("Snow White; or. The House in the
Wood." By Laura E. Richards. Dana, Estes
& Co., Boston.)
A TITLE that reminds immediately (and
not entirely with pleasure) of the old hick-
ory songs of Will
Carleton is "Scenes
The Muse of Riley of My Childhood,"
Invoked. under which go
a half-hundred lit-
tle pastorals by
Charles Elmer Jen-
ney. Mr. Jenney has invoked the nature-
muse of Riley in the collection, and not
without success, for his meters are often
pleasantly musical although his rhymes and
feet are at times beyond my comprehension.
Commemorative of "The Old Oaken Bucket,"
the author entitles his first three lyrics,
respectively, "The Orchard," "The Meadow"
and "The Deep-Tangled Wildwood." "Pris-
cilla" is a pretty tribute to the Pilgrim
Mothers, and "The Bumble Bee" is
sung in stanzas not unworthy the Muse.
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THE modern player like the modern play-
wiiter is responsible for many responsible
things. The manners,
modes, costumes of the
Should the Player present generation and
Set the Pace? of other generations,
the pronunciation of
words, the handling of
a fan, of a walking stick, of a sword, — ^these
are supposed to receive their proper repre-
sentation from the people of the stage.
From its favorite actors and actresses the
general public takes its tip on the lighter
graces and elegances of life. As John Drew
or Henry Miller wears his frock coat, so do
the most of the insecurely fashionable men
about the towns wear theirs. Miss Manner-
ing. Miss Nethersole, Miss Adams can set a
fashion in the carrying of one's handker-
chief. It would seem that the player, in this
particularity, is the mentor as well as the
mirror.
And now comes the question. Are actors
and actresses the right models for deport-
ment and dress, not to forget the pronuncia-
tion of words? As a general thing. No.
While it is true that to-day there are more
gentlemen and gentlewomen (in the most lib-
eral sense of the word, please) on the stage
than have been at any other time in the
world's history; that good girls have by
consent of their parents left good homes to
take up the histrionic craft; that splendid
fellows fresh from college and of good blood
and breeding have elected to become actors
— yet the player in the general run is not
the best human token of civilization. The
players amuse us, thrill us, annoy us, disgust
us, or merely please us; but in spite of all
the good things that Henry Irving and other
eminent actors have written on the subject,
the player has yet to convince us that he has
real dignity. Theoretically his craft is an art,
but he conspires to make of it a trade. 'Tis
true the modern player is almost helpless
without the aid of the modern press agent.
But this is only because so many illustrious
mummers have fallen into the cheap habit of
self-glorification. An absurd notice from a
gushing critic, a picture in the public print
and their heads are turned. Then follow
the painful details of the player's private
life. You have read them, we have all read
them, page by page, until the sickness of the
sea is nothing by comparison. Writers have
recently been exploited in the same redicu-
lous fashion, but this has been a hindrance
rather than a help to the world of letters.
Does it really matter how many eggs Rich-
ard Mansfield or Rudyard Kipling or Nat
Goodwin eats for breakfast? Do we really
care whether Ada Rehan wears flannel or
silk? Does the fact that Maude Adams is
a virtuous American girl justify a few soft-
hearted and softer-headed critics in saying
that she is a better actress than Bernhardt?
These people of^the stage live in another
world from our own. We make their sun-
shine, their rain, their clouds, according to
our applause and hisses. And even in as
simple a matter as dress, or manner, or the
pronunciation of a word, they should come
to us rather than we should go to them,
should follow rather than lead. In flattering
the mere person and personality of the player
we bid fair to lose his art.
IT IS Dr. David Starr Jordan whom the
West is fondest of quoting, for this Poor
Richard of the present
time has found pause
The Egotism enough from his books
of Schoolmasters, and laboratories to
look with a fairly broad
vision upon humanity
itself (a study often considered beneath
notice by men professionally wise), and
from his observations upon the philosophy
of life, Stanford's president has originated
a vast number of saws not unworthy the
Philosopher of Philadelphia himself. Dr.
Jordan is known among his confreres as "a
remarkably broad" scholar. It is from this
man, then, if from any of his profession, that
we would expect to hear an expression of the
largest views, not alone on zoology and the
evolution of species, but upon the works and
character of men, from one who, profes-
sedly, has found in man the proper study of
mankind.
Now what are we to say of scholars and
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their ability to weigh values in view of Dr.
Jordan's utterances concerning the selection
recently made of illustrious men worthy a
seat in the Temple of Fame? Dr. Jordan's
opinion was substantially as follows: "The
name of Thomas Edison should not be crys-
tallized among the great nam^s of America,
because Edison is not essentially a great
scientist. Edison is rather a 'popular scien-
tist' and the works of his life have added
very little to the exact knowledge of the
world."
In making this statement Dr. Jordan spoke
rather as a pedagogue than as a man; but
to the layman's mind it is a debatable ques-
tion whether a scientist ever lived to ac-
complish any work comparable with the in-
ventions of Edison. It is questionable
whether even Darwin, whose demonstration
of the evolution of species is unsurpassed
in the history of thought, has done so much
for the race as Edison has done in the in-
vention of the electric 'light alone. But
Edison's name, according to Dr. Jordan, is
unworthy of remembrance, because, for-
sooth, he has not contributed to the "exact
science" of the world! That same world
is broad enough to acknowledge the debt
which it owes to schoolmasters; then why
are not schoolmasters broad enough to ack-
nowledge the debt they owe to the world?
Not so long ago in a college class-room a
lecturing professor said: "We scholars are
not working for the money there is in it,
but for the love of the work to which we
are called. There is not, I dare say, a pro-
fessor in this University but what, did he
care to cast his talents upon the marts of
the outside world, would be making to-
day a salary three times as great as the one
his present profession pays him."
The good, unworldly gentleman who vent-
ed this utterance was receiving a comfort-
ble salary of some |3,000 a year, by common
report, and there was a good share of sopho-
moric skepticism at the time as to his boast-
ed ability as a wage earner. What could
this particular L. L. D. have done, had he
been cast out into the wide world with all
the academic gates of the land locked
against him? Gould he have turned his
talents toward journalism, or literature or
law, or medicine, or finance, or engineering,
or farming, or navigation or even preaching
at a salary of $9,000 a year? The idea is
absurd. This particular gentleman could
not literally, have earned his salt in the
strenuous profession of journalism, which
requires an alert world knowledge which
the savant has not; nor at the craft of trade,
nor the professional application of law, med-
icine or engineering; neither had he the ex-
ecutive ability necessary to farming nor the
eloquence by which the pulpit orator con-
vinces and prospers.
The professor is a child of the cloister,
and to the cloister he is doomed and des-
tined. In the modern ultra-specialization of
learning one must spend his best years of
self -thought locked away from the clamor
of activity, poring over the books that are to
become his life. His ideas of the world,
then, are bound to be more or less out of
perspective, his view narrowed down to the
limits of his college walls. And it Is but
natural that he should, for the very reason
of his limited view, become possessed of
that egomania common to all classes and
tribes shut away from the great, pulsating
world outside. As a recorder, as a man of
figures and symbols, the schoolmaster is in-
dispensable to civilization, but by no manner
of means is he all of civilization, or the most
important factor of civilization as he would
have us believe. Outside the cloister are
the iron-masters of the world who forge
Destiny; inside are the secretaries who re-
cord, but seldom act.
WITH the opening of the new century the
world has been "taking stock" in all of its
departments. Editors
have listed our mechan-
Only One for ical achievements, from
Ibsen and Wagner, the needle threader to
the airship; our famous
manufactures have been
exploited, and even the
authors have not been forgotten. The editor
of The Outlook gave out the simple question.
What ten books have had the greatest influ-
ence on the nineteenth century?
And President Hall of Clark University
alone mentioned the works of Wagner and
Ibsen. This difference of opinion does not
tend to disturb the modern notion that even
critical thought has become specialized and
must reflect the mind of a specialist. If
music and drama have any place in the
achievements of the nineteenth century, why
should but one of six critics mention Ibsen
and Wagner? ^ ^
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No,
Francesca, a Tale of Fisherman's Wharf.
BY JANS VAN DUSEN.
rr-lHE sat on the end of a stringer and
U-i dangled her bare feet over the edge
I of the long, ill-smelling wharf, watch-
ing with childish interest her reflec-
tion in the blue waters rippling against
the piles under her.
A stiff breeze blew in through the Golden
Gate, sending the smaller craft scudding
along over the white-caps that bordered
each wave.
The wind played havoc with the dust
piles and loose splinters along the water
front, sending^ them in every direction.
It blew on Francesca's bare brown feet.
It tossed her long, black hair about her face.
The salty sting of it brought the tears into
her big Italian eyes.
She was a pretty fifteen-year-old girl, this
daughter of the wharf. Her father was
Pepito, one of the fishermen who live on
the edge of the famous North Beach. Down
among the canneries and machine shops, and
boat building yards, they live and find life
dull if the wind does not blow, or the dust
fly, or the fish smell.
Pepito with many others moored his smack
at Fisherman's wharf. He mended his net
with the rest of them, squatting on the rough
planks and sending the lively shuttle in and
out, in and out, to the tune of the lapping
waves among the bobbing boats.
Francesca was his eldest child. At home
was a brood of black-eyed, dark-skinned
youngsters forever clinging to their mother's
skirt like so many barnacles on some good
ship.
Pepito's wife worked in the cannery some
days; some days she did scrubbing to
help feed the hungry flock of healthy ap-
petites. Pepito was not to be depended upon,
for most of his earnings went for bad wine
and worse entertainment.
So Francesca spent her lazy days on the
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wharf in the sun watching the men with the
boats come and go. Her busy days were
filled with the cries and bickerings of her
little brothers and sisters, and the odor of
garlic and fish, for she was nurse and cook
while mother went out to work.
Down at the wharf was a swarthy, devil-
may-care young fisherman, who had a smack
of his own. He was a desperate character;
quarrelsome and crafty, a man to be feared.
In his heart, if he had one, lay an intense
hatred for i'epito, and a desire for Fran-
cesca.
Her fearless nature held an attraction
tlon for him, and he made up his mind to get
her even if he must steal her.
There coursed in his veins some of the
blood of the banditti of Corsica, just enough
to make of him a vicious man.
Nothing but civilized American law,
kept him from breaking loose. Indeed, he
had barely escaped imprisonment on more
than one occasion for viciously attacking
his enemies, and he had many.
"Mind your sail there," he shouted gruffly
to Pepito, who was not as quick as he used
to be.
"Mind your business," was the reply he
got for his trouble.
"Holy Mother!" gasped Francesca, as her
father, light of head, nearly toppled over
the side of his boat.
Her brief anxiety was soon dispatched,
and her restless thoughts busy with some
plan to help her to escape from the life
she led at home. Her sodden father contin-
ually beating and growling. The squawk-
ing babies and the scolding mother. The
idle hours spent down on the wharf afforded
plenty of opportunity to develop the restless
longings which Francesca was beginning
to harbor. She wanted to be oft and away,
so far away!
Pepito's cursing reached her girlish ears.
How it grated on the woman's soul, awak-
ing in her being. She was tired of curses.
Why didn't he sing sometimes?
"Luis sings so grand!" thought this
budding woman.
"Bah!" she muttered as Pepito swore at
Luis.
The boats were making for jthe open bay,
and she wished she could go too.
"Oh, how grand, how beautiful to get
away! Out on the big ocean; to see the
world; and never another baby to mind!"
Oh! she held her breath in an ecstacy of
anticipation.
"Ah, Luis, Luis!" she called to her
father's enemy, "take me! take me!"
He ceased his pulling at the sail and
turned to her. His boat had yet to pass her.
"Where to, Francesca? Not outside!" he
asked, with a significant grin and a jerk
of his grimy thumb out towards the Heads.
"Yes, yes, away from here," she pleaded
eagerly. "O! do please Francesca!"
Her father saw them conversing and made
for a nearer place.
"Get off, girl! go home!" he roared shak-
ing his fist at them; and swore to Luis
that if he did not let his girl alone there
would be one fisherman less in the fieet.
"Not me," sneared Luis, and he pointed
his finger at .'epito in derision.
"Grood, good," then v;hispered Luis to
Francesca, as he leaned over the boat's side
and she holding up a hawser on the wharf
stretched out her hand to him.
"Sometime," he said, "will you come?"
"When do you come in again?" she asked.
"Next Friday. Good Friday. No nets
to mend on Sunday; for that's Easter day,"
he added.
"Piccola is confirmed this time, Luis,"
she told him.
"You are confirmed, too?" he asked her, as
his boat began to slip away.
"Yes, last year. When will you take me?"
and she ran to the end of the wharf to get
his answer as he passed. There was her
father's boat bobbing about.
"Didn't I say to go?" he thundered.
"Why do you hang around here? There is
no good to come to you, you vixen, go
home!"
Luis's boat came alongside and he had just
time to dodge a blow from Pepito's muscu-
lar and horny fist swearing revenge as
only an angry Italian in his native tongue
can swear.
"Ha! ha!" Luis mocked him, and kissed
his fingers to the girl, whose black eyes
snapped in anger at Pepito. •
"Next Sunday, Francesca, come down,"
called Luis.
A vigorous nodding of the head was her
answer. She waved her hand to him as he
went sailing away toward the big Pacific
to help gather the Good Friday supply.
"Holy mother! Fill the nets and bring
them back," she breathed, as she skipped
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along the wharf on her way to the miserahle
tenement she knew as home, where the
numerous family of the rough Pepito were
crowded into three squalid, flshy-smelling
room.
"You lazy girl! Been dow:: to the wharf
again, eh!"
It was her mothr's scolding voice that
greeted the girl. Just another link It made
in the chain that was driving her from home.
The angry woman caught Francesca and
beat her until she screamed with pain.
"I'll teach you, you good for nothing! Til
show you! And this Holy Week, too! Go!
Gro to the church and be at your prayers,
you lazy bones! Down there with that
young ruffian, Luis! go!"
The tired and over-worked woman poured
forth her rage in cruel vituperation on her
child.
She turned to see the frightened girl
cowering in a recess.
"Go!" she shrieked, pointing with a venge-
ful, grimy finger. "Go! ask on your knees
the good Saint Francis to pray for you.
The deviril get you yet. Yes, you and Luis,
too. Bah! Go!"
Francesca went. With a child's notion
of duty, and with a woman's love and hatred
in her young heart, she climbed the stone
steps leading into Saint Francis church;
a venerable pile of brick and masonry not
many squares from the County Jail and close
to the borders of Barbary Coast.
A popular boot-black on the "coast"
cocked his heaa to one side and knowingly
admired the dark girl as she went slowly
up the steps.
Her listless manner attracted the atten-
tion of the good padre who knelt reverently
before the main altar.
He knew her to be the daughter of Pepito.
As she knelt before the shrine of the Holy
Mother the tears were coursing down her
girlish cheeks and her heart was full of an-
guish. She wondered why her mother
was so cross. Why did she frown so? The
Holy Mother never frowned so.
But Francesca did not pray. She could
not. She could only kneel and stare before
her. Only dream, and wonder, and sob.
When Francesca put on her shoes and the
faded hat and dress to go to the church she
did not go to pray, but to get away from
her angry parent. Her mind was filled with
plans to find a way out of the strife. She was
heartily tired of the noisy, unkempt babies
and kept thinking how nice it would be to
go away, out on the big water and never
come back any more. And Luis had said he
would take her. Joy! Joy swelled in her
heart. It was almost as if the great organ
up above her in the gallery had pealed out
the glorious Easter hymn.
Still she knelt there dutifully enough, even
if no prayers came itno her heart. Her
eyes rested on the holy vessels and bright
candelabra. They even searched the walls
for the pictures of the stations. One of the
crucifixion impressed her most. It awed
her; and unconsciously she breathed the
"Ave" with bent head and beating heart.
When Sunday came Francesca ran down
to the wharf, in her shoes, her faded dress
and hat. Luis was there, with his sail ready
to hoist, when she should jump in.
It was only a few moments and they
headed for the other side of the bay.
But Pepito had spied the run-away, and
shouted after them from the landing: "Come
back here, you devils!" he called angrily.
In his rage he would have jumped into the
water had not his companion held him.
"To the boat!" he cried. "Paul! Gaetano!
Help! Catch them!" But Luis only steered
his craft the steadier. He held little Fran-
cesca close to him as he grinned defiance at
the threatening fishers on the wharf.
"My boat, Dio! Cut her loose! And to-day
Easter Sunday! Kill him!" Pepito roared,
brandishing a vicious dirk above his head.
"Cut out his heart! Curse him! Here, Gae-
tano, cut it! cut it!" and he broke the knife
in his wild effort to cut his boat loose.
The breeze blew briskly and the dull
clouds hung low as Luis boat made good
time around a curve of the seawall.
And more good luck to Luis, for Pepito's
boat capsized and Paul and Gaetano must
fish out the old man for he was full of
new wine and light in the head. His cele-
bration began the previous night.
They got away to sea out of sight.
Francesca so young, and Luis, well, he was
young, too, but a Fury, with his lowering
brow, his dark look.
"You're mine, now, Francesca," he said,
roughly, knowing full well the girl was at
his mercy. She looked up at him fright-
ened. "Yes," she whispered, "where are
we going? Out to the Sunset Sea, Luis?"
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and she pointed a trembling finger to the
west.
'*Sunset! Bah!" he growled. "We'll go
around by the wharf and home again."
"Oh, not there, not there," she pleaded.
"No? Where then? With me? Do you
mean it?"
Francesca nodded her head vehemently.
"Not if I know myself, and this a holy
day," he said. Then added, "We'll get mar-
ried next time, Francesca, when Pepito gets
his fierce ways and dark looks.
They returned before the drenched Pepito
had sufficiently dried out to make his way
back again. Great was his anger at behold-
ing his child sitting listlessly staring up at
the speck of blue sky to be seen from the
dingy window.
He would have abused her roundly, but
she slipped away and went again to the
church of St. Francis, this time to pray, for
she was thoroughly frightened by Luis's
"You're mine now, Francesca, he said."
straight. He don't want us to, but he must
now. Must! Do you hear?" he hissed
roughly.
"Yes, Luis." She was meek enough now.
"Don't cry, girl. You can't back out now.
I'll kill you first."
"No. no, I will, Luis. I will."
"Not a word then."
"Not a word," she answered, frightened
but comforted in the wild hope of getting
away from home, from the fishy smelling
hovel, even if it were to come to Luis with
black looks, his threats, and her father's
sodden anger. The same reverend padre
saw her again, and this time addressed her.
She told him her story, omitting how cruel
and wicked was Luis. She was afraid
even to whisper that.
But Luis happened to call on the same
priest, and told his version of the esca-
pade. He was penitent. O, very! He beg-
ged the padre to marry them. But the priest
had opinions of his own. He refused. He
told Luis the girl was too young. "Wait,
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my son, wait," he said in his earnest way,
"until she is a woman."
To the same priest went Pepito, injured
pride in his voice, revenge in his manner,
bad wine on his breath.
"Yes, signor, they must marry. It is bet-
ter. We'll see to it," said the good priest,
after hearing Pepito's speech. "But keep
your counsel, my man," and after a sound
lecture on fresh vintages, he bade the fiery
Pepito good-day.
It was a plain case and he would do his
best for the girl.
"Ah, ha, Luis! You don't think I will.
rU fix you." And with a wicked leer on his
ugly countenance he sauntered down to the
wharf making trouble for Luis as he went.
Francesca, the fragile girl, to be the hu-
man sacrifice of two blood-thirsty men!
Some years later. A massive, black-whis-
kered, swarthy Italian stands behind the
zinc counter in his fish stall. He takes un-
bounded pleasure in slicing the great pink
salmon with a vicious-looking knife just
taken from h^s belt.
In a little stuffy back room roll two
chubby boys; dark eyed Italians. Unkempt
they are and busily playing with a pile of
mussel and oyster shells. These are the
boys of Luis and EYancesca.
To this did she escape: a hovel back of the
fish market. She lives as she has ever lived,
a miserable existence, and yet Luis is not
all bad. He loves his boys. Francesca is
still pretty, but not over-clean.
Luis watches her as she places a lot of
crabs and lobsters on the zinc counter.
He leers darkly at her as he gives his
long rubber boots a pull on his great legs.
"Mind your tongue, FYancesca. I'll not
have that Gaetano here when I'm away!"
His wife only nods and tries not to hear
the rough threat. She is accustomed to
his jealous way; still she knows he would
not care overmuch did she cease to breathe
the next moment. She found that out long,
long ago.
Luis growled good-bye to his boys and cuf-
fed one to make him understand.
"Holy week again! Saints! how it gets
here. And no nets to mend next Sunday,"
he said as he went down the passage. He
turned and came back again to see what
Francesca was about. No stranger being
there, he went away again, this time making
the mooring place.
Francesca stood in the back room and
gazed up at the cloud-flecked sky through
the grimy window.
"How stormy it gets," she murmured.
"God fill the nets and bring my Luis home
again." Then she went to the front of the
shop to watch from there the departure of
the fleet, and not the least to her, Luls's
boat.
Far out in the bay it bobbed, and up and
down riding each wave gracefully as a gull.
It's brown sail filled with the wind; it
looked a huge moth sailing out, out into the
open sea, with Luis's red shirt making a
bright speck of color against the dull green
of the tide.
Francesca watched until it was a mere
speck, then blessed herself with her soiled
and neglected hands.
The fresh breeze tossed her dark hair
loose from the knot on the nape of her neck,
and blew the faded shawl from her shoul-
ders.
Unconsciously she held out her hand to
him as she did on that day so long ago,
and in her deep eyes shone the longing that
was in her.
"Luis," whispered the lonely woman,
"Luis! Take me!"
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By HELEN E. WR GHT.
¥HE afternoon freight train was creep-
ing like a long brown centepede up
the canyon, and Tom Berryman, the
engineer, leaned from the cab of 1600 to
look eagerly up the track.
On the side next the river, just at the
mouth of the snow shed, stood Mary Foster,
the teacher of Dunstan District. She waved
her lunch basket.
"Flag station?" laughed the fireman, and
the engineer nodded. He reached into his
pocket and drew out a piece of waste to
wipe the well-worn leather seat; then he
rubbed his grimy hands vigorously. By that
time the engine was at a standstill, and the
girl climbed up beside him.
"1600 knows when to stop," said Tom as
he released the air brakes again. "She was
on the lookout half a mile below the school-
house."
The little teacher laughed, and her hand
slipped almost unconsciously down beside
the seat to a package that she knew would
be there. She fingered it lightly without
looking that way.
"What is it, Tom?" she asked. "It's too
big for berries, it's oh, Tom, it's peachesl
I smell them ! " She drew them out with the
delight of a child, her cheeks as pink as
theirs, with pleasure. The engineer watched
her as he began to eat them, and there was
a great content in his eyes.
"Down to the dance last night?" he asked
presently.
"Of course!" answered the girl, "and who
do you guess was there? Ralph Powers!"
The man's face darkened, and he took a
long look up the track before answering.
"So he's come back, has he?" he asked
slowly.
"Yes, he's come back again," she ans-
wered, "and he's handsomer than ever!
He's working for some big firm down below;
they've given him two weeks' vacation."
The engineer was examining the brake-
valve thoughtfully. "Took you home, I sup-
pose?" he interrogated at last.
"Why — yes," answered the girl a little
shyly.
"Humph!" said Tom.
They rode on in silence. The man's keen
eyes narrowed themselves into little slits
as he looked along the shining rails; the
girl was watching the snow-hooded moun-
tain top beyond. At last 1600 gave a long,
panting breath and stopped. Mary started
almost guiltily, put the peaches on the seat,
and gathered up her books.
"Don't you want 'em?" asked the engin-
eer, with a surprised nod towards the fruit.
"Oh," she laughed confusedly, "I'd for-
gotten ! " She clambered down from the cab,
and the man watched her till the engine
rounded the curve.
"Hang Ralph Powers!" he said aloud.
"A pretty smooth sort of a chap, isn't hef '"
queried the fireman.
"Slippery as a water dog," answered Tom.
"A bad penny if there ever was one to my
notion."
The next day was Saturday. Sunday-
came and went, but Monday found Berrsnnan
on the lookout. The freight engine puffed
aifd panted, preparing to stop, but there waa
no waiting figure at the snow shed. Tom
sighed involuntarily as he looked towards a
little brown package in the comer of the
seat.
"Guess she's lound somethin' sweeter than
candy," said the fireman with a grin, but the
engineer was silent.
The following day they passed the snow-
shed as before, but down at the river, on a
big gray rock among the saxifrage, sat Mary
Foster. A tall, young fellow was trimming
her hat with lilies. The engineer set hia
teeth hard. A box of black raspberries was
waiting in the comer of the cab, but he
slipped them quietly out of the window inta
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the darkness of the next tunnel. After that
there were no more packages.
The two weeks passed, and still Ralph
Powers llngerea In the mountains. His firm
had extended the time, he said. Business
was dull, and there was really no need of
his immediate return.
Tom Berryman, meeting Mary alone, one
evening, was stopped by the shy, glad light
in her eyes. She held out both hands to
him.
"I've wanted you," she said reproachfully.
"You never stayed away so long before!"
They walked on a little in silence. The
girl was twisting her handkerchief ner-
vously.
"Tom," she began at last, "do you re-
member when I was a tiny girl, and you
used to carry me because I got too tired to
walk?"
The man nodded; something hurt his
throat so much that he could not speak.
"I think I got tired on purpose some-
times," she went on musingly. "You always
were so big and strong! And do you re-
member how you used to do my sums at
school, and bring me bird's eggs, and spruce
gum, and Monkshood flowers?"
"Yes," said the man huskily.
"And Tom," she went on with a little
laugh, "when you got on the road, I hated
that big engine, because you seemed to love
it most! But you didn't; you were my big
brother just the same!"
The engineer's face was very white; he
opened his lips, but closed them again reso-
lutely.
"I never had to tell you of the things that
made me glad," she continued, "because you
somehow seemed to know. Well — " she
went on hesitatingly, "there's something
that makes me very glad to-day," — her voice
was almost inaudible, — ^"and I guess you
know?" She smiled up archly at him, but
her eyes were misty with happy tears.
The man turned his head suddenly away;
his face worked convulsively for a moment,
then he said, steadily enough, "Yes, little
sister, I know."
That night a man crept into the cab of an
idle engine in the round-house. For a long
time he crouched silently in the darkness,
with his cheek against the worn leather
seat; then he rose slowly and patted the
huge iron thing as he would a dog.
"I think you and I will have to make our
runs alone, 1600," he said.
The days dragged themselves slowly by.
To Tom the road deemed unendurable;
every bend held fast a memory. From this
turn he could catch the glimpse of the
school-house. There, beside that black-
an armful of pentstemon. Down at the
river, near the swinging bridge, was the
trunked Douglas fir, she was seen once with
very gnarled old stump that she used to
climb and wave from, when he first got his
run, — and Tunnel 13 — and the snow-shed.
His mind went wearily over it all, only to
begin at the beginning and do it all again.
Even the great throbbing heart of 160(^
seemed to feel that there was something
wrong, and wheezed and panted up the long
grade as if she scarce had strength or
courage to draw up her load.
They came in one night and found a
group of men in the roundhouse. Tully»
who fired on the regular, was talking ex-
citedly. Tom would have passed listlessly
by, but Tully had seen him. "Hi, Berry-
man!" he called, "here's news!" then he
stopped awkwardly.
Dave Morton, a tall, sandy-haired messen-
ger, slipped his arm through Tom's, "Goin*^
up town?" he asked easily, "come along
then."
"You remember," he began when they
were alone, "the man that skipped with so
much cash from down below? Well, — he's
in these parts, it seems; takin' mountain
air an' rest cure for his nerves. There's
been a special up here lookin' round, and
h '8 spotted him all right. It's—" he
coughed uneasily, "They think it's Powers.'*
"Powers!" Tom repeated mechanically.
"Yes," said the other man, "An' the ras-
cal's hid. There's no one seen him for the
last two days unless it's that girl Mary.
But he's here all right, an' they'll dig him
out like a gopher in a hole."
Perhaps he said other things beside, but
Tom did not hear. Half an hour later he
was hurrying down the track. A hundred
feet from town he branched into a wood
trail, and in a few minutes was at the gate
ot a little white cottage.
Mary herself opened the door at his ^.^nock.
She seemed scarce a shadow of herself,,
taough she welcomed him in her usual way.
"Mother," she said to a woman in the
next room, "it's Tom, and we are going on
the porch, — the moon is so bright!"
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Once outside, the restraint was gone, and
she was a trembling, helpless girl.
"Oh, Tom," she whispered piteously, "you
know?" and unconsciously he answered her
as he had done once before.
"Yes, little sister, I know."
Then they were silent. To him she was
the child again that he had loved and pro-
tected so long, and she — well, she was a
woman.
"You know where he is?" Tom questioned
at last.
"Yes," she said falteringly; "up in the ola
jsmoke-house on the ridge."
"And you love him — still?" he asked.
His voice sounded strange and deep.
"Oh, yes, Grod help me, yes!" she moaned.
Tom shook her roughly from him.
"Then we must work, Mary," he said.
^'There's not a moment to lose!"
Two hours later Mary Foster csune in and
kissed her mother good-night. "We've had
a long talk, Tom and I, and Tm so tired!"
Bhe said. Her face was radiant with con-
tent
Late that night two men entered the
round-house, Berryman, the engineer, and
a tall young fireman with a stained, grimy
face. 1600 had been getting up steam, but
the watchman was sleepy.
"Poor devils!" he muttered, "a night call
down the road;" and he opened his dinner
pail to keep awake.
The big engine pushed her way slowly,
majestically out into the air, headed for
Everett. The fireman seemed ill at ease;
his smooth slight hands grasped the heavy
shovel convulsively and let it go again, but
the engineer was very calm.
The semaphore showed a white light,
meaning a clear track ahead, and he re-
leased the air brakes to their fullest. The
engine gave a long shudder of freedom and
sprang forward.
Just then there was a cry. A man on
horseback came clattering down the main
street, followed by a mob of men and boys.
"Stop them! Stop them!" he yelled. "It's
Powers you idiots! Ifs Powers!" but the
engine was under way. Straight across the
yards he rode, the horse panting, and stum-
bling against the rails. The man leaned for-
ward and dug in his spurs, but "1600" was
bounding like a live thing on before; the
throttle valve was open wide.
Three bullets came whistling past the cab.
The fireman crouched in a moaning, trem-
bling heap on the floor; Tom Berryman sat
erect and still. A fourth shot sang like an
angry wasp in their ears, and a fifth, — but
the song of the fifth was suddenly dulled.
The engineer never moved, and — ^they were
running alone in the night.
Far below, the noisy, rushing river frothed
in the moonlight like beaten cream; above,
beyond the ragged outline of the firs, rose
the snow-hoodevi mountain, a solemn, silent-
sentinal. Again and again three long pierc-
ing whistles told the sleeping canyon that
the engine had the right of way.
Ralph Powers, moved by some sudden im-
pulse, leaned forward and touched the en-
gineer, then sprang backward with an oath;
his hand was bathed in something warm.
He looked intently at the man opposite him,
and saw a tiny dark stream oozing through
his fiannel shirt.
"Berryman!" he cried, "Not youV
"Keep still — curse you!" gasped the en-
gineer, "leoo—ain't doin' this— for— you —
it's for Jierr
They rushed into Everett just as the over-
land passenger train was starting. A sleepy
porter helped on a tall young fellow with a
stained grimy face and swung up behind
him.
Fifteen minutes later the station agent
climbed into the cab of the light engine.
"Berryman!" he called, shaking him roughly
by the shoulder, "Berryman wake up here!
You're — my Gk)d, man!" he said, bending
closer. But the engineer looked up ahd
smiled.
"We — made it — Mary" — he said.
It was nearly daylight when he moved
again. The doctor pressed a fiask of brandy
to his lips, but there was no recognition in
the tired eyes that opened.
"You'd better — fire up," he whispered,
"It's most time — ^to be pulling out!"
The sun was gilding the mountain tops
when the north-bound express whistled for
the station. The, dying man heard it and
struggled to rise.
"I'm coming," he called, but strong arms
were holding him, "Let me go — ^boys," he
said feebly, "It's— 1600."
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By EDWARD F. CAHILL.
HERE ye limb, take this box of
paper an* if ye don't bring me back
fifty cents for it to-night. I'll
whale ye black an' blue." So
spoke Shorty Kilbride to his offspring Cecil,
whom his playmates were wont to call Sissy
Kilbride, because of his slow speech and in-
trospective eyes that seemed made for
tears rather than lightning. His mother
named him out of a novel, and when she
died of the sordid, grinding work of a house-
hold where the husband did ward politics
for a living she left the child no inheritance
save those big blue eyes — those eyes which,
in the mother had caught the brief fancy
of Shorty Kilbride at the picnic of the
Blooming Ryesters — a band of cheerful
toughs associated for politics and festivity.
There had been a time when Shorty Kil-
bride could swing the vote of the club
which way he pleased, and then money had
been plenty, but like many a better man,
he could uot stand prospertity. The Rye-
sters soured on Shorty partly because he
had taken to wearing on one side bf his head
a high silk hat, which they called "putting
on dog," but chiefly because he failed to
come to the relief of Rubber-neck Quinlan
when that statesman got into trouble. When
Mr. Quinlan got out of jail he had a knife as
long as an umbrella for Shorty — a politcal
and social knife — and hence these tears.
Somebody had to suffer, and it was natural
in the Kilbride philosophy that the weaker
should be the sufferer. The boy was in the
way — ^a useless expense. It was time he did
something for his father. Now there was
that old fly-blown box of stationery that
his wife had left behind untouched. Shorty
Kilbride had little use for stationery. His
clerical accomplishments reached their
highest expression when he had mastered
the art of killing a vote with a double cross
furtively affixed while he was counting the
ballots of a great and free people.
He thrust the frowsy box in the boy's
hand, and bade him get out and sell it,
with the promise of a beating if he came
back without the money. The little fellow said
nothing. To this vague and childish sense
the dominant idea of a father gathered from
experience, was that of a big man with a red
face, inflamed with liquor, and shouting
curses the while he laid a biting, hissing
strap on the child's writhing body. The
boy gave one gulp, and tucked the box un-
der his arm. At least it was safer out of
doors.
To peddle stationery! How was he to go
about it? To be sure there was Mrs. Hub-
bard— old mother Hubbard, the boys called
her — who lived across the way. Possibly
she might want to buy a box of assorted
note paper adroned with a gaudy image of
a crimson gryphon — rampant gules — claw-
ing the air on every letter head. The boy
hardened his heart and stole up the steps.
He rang the bell. Presently he heard the
old woman come shuffling and grumbling
along the hallway and the door was opened.
Wiping her hands on her apron, a towel
around her head, swaddled in an old wrap-
per reminiscent of the kitchen, angry and
sour of visage, she gazed at the boy with-
out a word.
"Please *m don't you want to buy some
paper?" with pleading eyes he stood.
"Ye little brat! Maybe ye think I've got
nuthin' to do but answer the bell for the
likes o' you an' me scrubbing the kitchen,
cleaning day and all. G' wan ! " and she
slammed the door with a bang that sounded
like a wooden imprecation.
The boy sat down on the steps and cried
a little quietly and thought of the beating
in store. Then it came to him that it was
little use trying to sell things to poor peo-
ple. He would go to some of the fine
houses on the hill where folk might be sup-
posed to live who could afford to indulge
in note paper embellished with pictures of
a red, impossible cat. He plucked up heart
and trudged on his way up the hill. Yonder
was a big double house with a cast iron
stag at gaze on the green lawn. Surely the
dwellers in an abode so splendid and so fine
would want his paper. Timidly he opened
the gate a little way and sidled in fright-
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ened as it slammed back into place with
a bang. He stole up the steps and rang.
There was no answer. Would he go away?
He was a trespasser on the silent, solemn
precincts of the high and mighty. The very
balk of the house was oppressive. Noiseless-
ly he was turning to slip oiit when the door
vu opened sharply by a maid servant. He
tamed again with a guilty look and then
more in justification of his intrusion than
from any hope of selling his stock in trade,
he held up his box. The girl broke out
resentfully.
"What's the matter with you? Didn't you
see the sign 'No peddlers?' Can't you
read?" and without waiting an answer to
her volleying questions the door came to
with a slam.
Evidently it was not a profitable under-
taJdng to bring people to their front doors.
He would try the rear the next time. He
crossed the street to a handsome place on
the other side of the way and slipped
around to the back door. A big dog was
lying on the stoop. The brute came at him
.open mouthed. He was as tall as the child,
I and the vast, red cavern of jaws yawned
full of glistening, horrid teeth. Cecil ran
acreanung. A stout woman came out on
'the stoop and stood with arms akimbo — ^the
Jag with two handles — and she laughed,
ft was a good joke.
i "He won't hurt you, boy — wouldn't harm
a kitten," she cackled and chuckled.
How should the boy know whether the
bnite would hurt him or not. If those
lleaming, vicious teeth meant anything
they meant the tearing of his flesh. The
voman called off the dog and Cecil slunk
|«it, too much frightened to say a word.
It was a long time before the boy could
^hick up courage to try once more. It was
Pit midday now. He was hungry. It was
WfiBning to rain. Then he saw what
teemed to his childish imagination a vision
^ the most beautiful and the grandest lady
^ all the world — so fine were her clothes
ttd so gracious her aspect as she stood
taied in a window set around with twisted
T^Ma. She was giving orders to her gar-
^eoer through the open sash. It was Mrs.
I^iBk Weldon, whose devotion to scientific
{Parity has bona sa often the subject of
am in the columns of an enlightened
that appreciates the virtues of the
wealthy. The boy crept up in some degree
encouraged by the kindly look in the lady's
eyes.
"Please 'm — " he began, holding up his
frayed and tattered box.
**I am afraid I can't encourage — " inter-
rupted Mrs, Weldon, and then broke off,'
hesitating at the ungracious word "beg-
gary." These cases must be dealt with on
principle, and yet the mute appeal of the
boy's confiding eyes was hard to bear. Ob-
viously the pretence of selling frowsy sta-
tionery was merely a form of beggary, and
the encouragement of beggary, she had been
warned by Professor GilfiUan must inevit-
ably sap the manhood of a nation. The
Professor's lecture had been delivered at an
afternoon tea given by the Amalgamated
Society of Charitable Effort, concerning
which she had a tiff with her husband only
that morning.
*'I missed you yesterday afternoon, dear.
I wanted to take you for a drive in the
park," Frank Weldon had said to her at
breakfast.
"Yes, dear, I was at the tea of the Amal-
gamated Society.
"The Amalgamated Society! — a sort of
woman's club isn't it? Old Gandercleugh
at the Cosmos calls them the Crowing
Hens."
"I wish you would not speak of women in
that tone."
"Well, it seems to me a very short time
between teas."
"They are trying to do good."
"Good for whom? For the secretary and
his help? I regard your Society as an
ingenious device for converting a fad into
terms of salaries."
"If it was a man's society or club where
you spend the time drinking and gambling
and gossiping it would be all right. Tou
show in your true colors whenever you
hear of women trying to do anything but
look pretty."
"Not that, dear; not that. When a man
is discovered in his true colors by his wife
or his friends, you may be sure he is a
most unpleasant sort of chromo."
The necessary sequence of this frank
domestic brutality was to fasten Mrs. Wel-
don's intellectual hold on Profesor Gilfillan's
principles. She must not be one to assist
in pauperizing a nation. She took up a
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card and handed it to the boy with direc-
tions to present it to the Secretary of the
Society. He would inyestigate and make a
report. Hastily she turned away fearful
lest her heart overcome her principles. Mr.
GilflUan's warning against the treachery of
the emotions had been most impressive.
The boy took the card mechanically. He
did not quite know what it meant, but it
was clear that the thing would not buy
whisky for his father, nor would it save his
own little body from stripes. His heart
was heavy, but the terrors of the whistling
trunk strap haunted his young imagination.
He would try once more. Tucking the
wretched box under his ragged jacket,
where the rain now pouring down might
not damage its merchantable qualities, he
trudged along. He had tried the rich and
he had tried the poor, and found no comfort
in either. This time he selected an every-
day sort of house, one of the undistin-
guished, everlasting fiat-faced order, in which
people who are not anybody in particular
may be supposed to dwell — the sort of
house that looks as if it had been made
by machinery at so much a dozen. A sharp
featured woman answered the bell.
"Want to sell stationery, eh? Le'mme
look at the box."
She took it and tossed and tumbled the
miserable sheets, and turned the box in-
side out while the boy looked on fearfully,
too much overawed to protest against this
unkindly handling of his wares.
"How much you want for it?"
"Fifty cents 'm, please."
"Fifty cents!" she screamed. "Fifty
cents fer that thing! I ought to have ye*
arrested an' I will if you don't git out
quick," and she chucked him the box, which
he failed to catch. The fluttering sheets
scattered. The boy made a despairing grab
for some of them, but it was useless: On
the muddy steps, in the gutter, everywhere
tossed by the gusty wind, smudged by the
sooty rain lay the wreck of his stock in
trade.
Now he must go home whatever might
befall. He was wet through and shivering.
He slouched along the drabbled streets, his
head sunk on his shoulders.
Therefore it is written that it has been
from the beginning and so it shall be until
the end that the weak shall grind their
faces on the stony breasts of the blind in-
exorable city whether they tread the prim-
rose path from choice or by necessity, the
via dolorosa tiiat leads to despair, learning
with bloody sweat the lesson of the bitter
beatitude, "Blessed are the strong for none
may choose whether his seed fall on stony
places or among thorns or on fruitful ground
to return an hundred fold, his lot and art
and part in life, the creature of an idle wind
that men call fate."
It was growing dark and Cecil Kilbride
was nearly home now.
As he passed the house of Kyran Car-
mod y, the eminent street contractor, the
door opened and a flood of light shone out
across the greasy pavement. The comfort-
able person of Mrs. Carmody fliled most of
the opening, but not so fully as to confine
the seraphic penetrating odor of fried
onions that gushed forth and wrapped
around the hungry, shivering lad as he
hung on the gate wistfully.
Mrs. Carmody looked up and down the
streets. Mr. Carmody was something ir-
regular in his habits albeit as his wife said
a good provider. Dinner was ready, but
where was the man to eat it? The boy
almost forgot his miseries as he soaked his
sinces in the grateful smell of the onions.
"Here me b'ye, what you doin' there?"
senses in the grateful smell of the onions.
"Nothin' 'm."
"Run up to the corner grocery and see
if Carmody's there. Tell him I'm waiting
an' dinner's ready."
Cecil soon returned with the news that
Carmody had not been at the comer since
the forenoon. Mrs. Carmody looked the boy
over, his dripping clothes and pinched
cheeks.
"Sure its the Kilbride b'ye," she remarked
reflectively, and then went on, "Child o'
grace, what you doin' out in the rain and
soppin' wet, too? Come in an' take an air
o' flre. I'm waltin' for Carmody. Dhrunk
again I guess. Tain't his fault d'ye mind.
Its all in the business, and he's the good
man. Set down an' warm yerself, child.
Shure he's perished with the cowld. Had
your supper yet?"
No, Cecil had not had his dinner nor his
supper, and he was not at all particular
how the meal might be called. His hungry
little stomach ached for some of that steak
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and onions. Mrs. Oarmody was that com-
fortable sort of woman — ^may their tribe
increase and their patient, sympathetic
elbows never grow weary — whose heart Is
large and Indulgent for the Inner man, its
weaknesses. Its fallings and Its wants.
With such as she the quality of pity is not
strained, and finds Its first, Instinctive ex-
pression In meat and drink, confident In Its
anlversal efficacy whether to minister to a
mind diseased or ai broken leg, with a beef-
steak. She caught the hungry eyes of the
child fixed on the sputtering pan.
"Shure I b'lieve the child is starved," and
she rattled out a plate and heaped It with
the savory, steaming food. "It's no use
lettln' the good mate spile an' Garmody not
here for want of somebody to ate It," and
she watched the famished boy as she went
on reflectively:
"Maud Kilbride's b'ye. Them's her eyes
sure enough, an' hain't ye got none to look
afther ye? B'yes are a peck o' trouble, an'
shure enough I wisht I had wan meself."
There was a knock at the door. Mrs.
Carmody opened it, and the generous pro-
portions of Policeman Rafferty stood framed
in the light.
"Mrs. Carmody, your service, ma'am!
You hain't seen the Kilbride boy around,
have ye?"
"The Kilbride b'ye, is it? Shure he's
here."
"Hus's s' h," ejaculated the policeman In
a loud whisper.
"The Lord betune us an' harm! What is
it Mr. Rafferty?"
"His father!" he whispered again. "He's
dead, or as good as dead."
"Shure, I seen him alive an' dhrunk not
two hours ago."
"Hush! That's It. Smashed by a trolley
car."
"Oh Lord save us an' the child!"
"I guess I've got to take him down to the
hospital. The man's dying."
"May the. heavens be his bed if he was
no good. I'll go down wld ye."
"Sissy," she said to the boy, "your
father" — The child started to his feet, fear
in his face.
"I must go home," he. said with a shiver
in his voice.
"No, come wld me an' Mr. Rafferty. Your
father is hurted."
The boy did not understand, but it was
his habit to obey. Mrs. Carmody bundled
him up in an old coat that Carmody had
discarded. All three together hurried
down to the hospital. There on the oper^
atlng table lay Denis Kilbride.
"He's gone',, said the surgeon.
It was some time before Cecil understood,
and then he tooK the rough, hairy hand and
burled his face In the mud-stained sleeve,
weeping with a sense of desolation.
"He was all the father I had," he sobbed.
Mrs. Carmody tenderly and as if caress-
ingly twisted her hand in the boy's rough
shock of tumbled hair, and she said:
"Come home wld me, me b'ye, and I'll
take care o' ye."
"GrOd is good to the Irish," said Policeman
Rafferty.
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Cy Warman and His Boys.
BY ELIZABETH VORE.
"Every daisy in the dell
Knows my secret, knows it well —
And yet I dare not tell
Sweet Marie."
It was very funny, and a smile was* irre-
pressible, for the duett was rendered in a
sweet childish treble — the lusty young
voices belonging to the small sons of "Sweet
Marie" herself and ilr. Cy Warman, the
author of the song which touced the hearts
of several milions of people.
They were coming down the steps hand
in hand, each precocious young head sur-
mounted by an immense hat, evidently bor-
rowed boldly from the hall hat-rack, and the
unmistakable property of their disting-
uished father, who has obliged me with a
snap-shot of them as they looked on that
occasion.
When one has met "Sweet Marie," the
fair young wife of the author, one cannot
imagine anyone as standing greatly in awe
of her, certainly not these merry-faced
youngsters, who impart the wonderful
"secret" of their love to her a dozen times
a day. And it only takes half an eye to see
that the author of the song has gotten
bravely over his own bashfulness in this
particular direction. Perhaps the daisies
told it, or a little bird whispered it — ^anyway
it is a patent fact to everybody fortunate
enough to visit this charming home.
The author is exceedingly proud of his
happy trinity of boys, the youngest quite too
small to be reproduced in black and white.
"They take up a good deal of my time,"
he acknowledged, "but they are their
mother's life work. She cares nothing for
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society but devotes herself entirely to her
home and children."
"It is a beautiful life work," I remarked,
and anyone else would have coincided with
me in this opinion. For they are remark-
ably handsome little lads, combining the
glorious eyes of "Sweet Marie" with their
father's robust, stalwart physique.
Mr. Warman's fame began with the publi-
cation of this song. For some years he
had been a struggling Western writer mak-
ing his home In Denver. Charles Dana of
the New York Sun, ever on the lookout for
genius, thought he had discovered it in
the young poet of the West. "Sweet Ma-
rie" was first published in the Sun, and
▼hen set to music made for him both name
and independence.
The author describes his feelings while
cashing the big checks that fortune so un-
expectedly thrust upon him.
'The cashier was humming a bar of
*Swe€t Marie,' " said he, "while he pushed
oyer the gold pieces, piling them up — heaps
and heaps of them — $75,000 in gold — I
laughed. It was time to laugh," he added.
He is thoroughly a Western man, and al-
though, to quote his own words, has become
the "most inveterate globe-trotter alive,"
his heart is still loyal to the West. "I am
glad you are in tl^e West" he said, "its
people are my people — their hopes are as
high as the hills."
Some little time ago Mr. Warman left his
home in the West to reside In New Tendon,
a picturesque Canadian town, from which
he runs over to the States frequently.
"There are several reasons," said he, "why
I like to have my home in this peaceful
Canadian town. First and above all it is
my wife's girlhood home. She is happier
here than anywhere else, and there is noth-
ing so conducive to a man's happiness as a
contented wife. The climate affords four
seasons, and I like change. Again, it is
but a short journey to New York, Ottawa
and Chicago — it Is really only a jump to
the border. So I am still under the shadow
of "the Eagle's wings."
Cy Warman.
It is a sunny spot in which this cosmopol-
itan story-writer has pitched his tent. The
house planned for themselves, is all nooks
and angles with broad windows in every
room to catch the sun. There is a large
conservatory, but if one expects to find
rare exotics blossoming there one is doomed
to disappointment, for it was built expressly
for certain hardy plants which have blos-
somed out in diminutive trousers and is the
winter playground of Masters Dana and
Bryan; the former named for his father's
old friend of the Sun — the latter for their
friend for many years, the "silver king."
Mr. Warman gives us little poetry in
these days, he has been so phenominally
successful as a story writer that almost
his entire attention has been turned in that
direction. Of his many books his railroad
stories have been most successful. During
the last five years he has traveled in
nearly every continent on the globe, but
is now at his Canadian home getting a new
book ready for his publishers. His resi-
dence in London, Ontario, has given him a
decided English appearance, both in man-
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The Princess Ronhilda and the Princess Laluaba.
By WARDON ALLAN CURTIS.
PRINCE OLAF was coming to the court
of King Roderick to woo the Princess
. Ronhilda. The tribute which the
Gothic kings of the Asturian realms
had paid to the Norse sea rovers was to be
paid no more, and all harryings of the shores
were to cease. When the Norse had first
appeared on the Spanish coasts, the great-
grandfather of Roderick had boasted that
one Goth could put to flight two Norse. And
now one Goth was to conquer all of the
Norse and put an end of their forays. For
four generations the subjects of the Astur-
ian kingdom had warred with the Vikings
that descended from out the Northland,
with but ill success. The Norse had not
been overcome, but the boast of the old king
was not thereby proven a vain one, for few
of the Asturians were Goths. Beyond the
royal family, the nobility, and some few
thousand men at arms — blonde crowned all
— the nation was of swarthy aboriginals,
the autochthonous inhabitants of northern
Spain.
The Princess Ronhilda was the most
beautiful princess in the world. So said the
Asturian prisoners of the Norse and sang
love songs in praise of her beauty, songs in
which breathed the warmth and fervor of
the South, and the Vikings carried back
legends of her beauty. At length in the
wake of this fame, to Drontheim came cap-
tive Spanish minstrels who sang before
Prince Olaf, and their hyperboles and sweet
metaphors inflamed his imagination with
love for the unseen queen of beauty. So
he took ship and from the Asturian coast
sent inland to King Roderick to arrange a
treaty of amity. War henceforth was to
cease. The marriage of Ronhilda and Olaf
was to seal an everlasting peace. King
Roderick rejoiced. With no Norse to fight,
he could hope to add to his dominions the
neighboring realms of Navarre and Galicia.
The heart of the princess swelled with pride.
To rule the dreaded warriors of the North,
to go back a queen to the lands from which
her race had poured forth generations be-
fore to conquer the South, stirred all the love
of mystery and race pride within her.
Queen over a nation of men, not a little pre-
torian guard of blonde soldiers holding in
order a horde of swarthy serfs.
The Princess Ronhilda was the most
beautiful princess in the world. Tall and of
heroic mould, divinely fashioned, yellow of
hair, blue-eyed and with skin of alabaster,
the Spaniards sighed their hearts out when-
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ever they beheld her. But the Goths, be
It said, gazed more warmly at the black
hair, rayen-tressed women of the aboriginal
races and one after another of the great
terrltorrial lords whom Roderick had looked
upon as possible sons-in-law, had taken to
themselves Spanish wives. Never denied
a Goth that Ronhllda was the most beautiful
woman in the world, but her blonde love-
liness, her magnificent presence stired them
not More often did they gaze at her maid
servant, the Princess Laluaba.
Some Berber raiders, creeping across the
Sahara to the rain-blessed regions beyond,
had seized the Princess Laluaba as she rode
in the outskirts of the capital of the Follah-
Jattons. It was their intent to hold her for
a ransom. But the fierce old King, her
father, disdaining all parley with them, had
slain their envoy and sent an army after
the rest, who fled back across the Sahara
to the Atlas. There the Princess Laluaba
being sold as a slave, passed from th^ hands
of one slave dealer to another, across the
straits of Gibraltar, through Spain, and into
the possession of the Princess Ronhilda. The
Princess Laluaba was no negress. She
was of that Strange dark nation which in the
dim regions of the Senegal and the Niger
preserves the religion, the architecture, and
even the race of old dead Egypt. Not finer
formed was Ronhilda herself than Laluaba,
nor taller and more queenly. Black was
Laluaba, and yet not black. In the black of
her skin shone a wondrous red, such as one
sees when the crimson beams of the dying
sun fall on a hanging of black velvet. Thick
masses of black hair were bound in a knot
behind her regal head, black hair that
shone with a blue and green irides-
cence.
The Princess Ronhilda pitied her slave
and was fond of hearing of the great em-
pire by tbe Niger and the Senegal, so much
vaster than the little kingdom of the Astur-
ias. She granted every indulgence, every-
thing except freedom, and that she would
not grant, for Laluba was a foil to
her beauty, as the setting to a jewel. How
everyone exclaimed when they beheld the
Princess Ronhilda seated on her throne with
Laluaba standing at her back. More bright-
ly by far shone the Northern beauty of Ron-
hilda for the contrast with the African
beauty of Laluaba, and so though Ronhilda
sometimes wept at the longing of her slave
for her native land, she never would set
her free.
Prince Olaf entered the audience hall of
King Roderick. Blonde, and big of limb
was he. Albeit that his hair was of so pale a
yellow that it was almost white and his eyes
the blue of a misty sky, he was yet of a
goodly and comanding presence. At the end
of the hall sat the Princess Ronhilda. She
wore a robe of silk,, blue as a sapphire.
White leather incased her feet. Jtcegal
bands of silver encircled her splendid arms.
Over her stately shoulders hung a robe of
snowy ermine. Where was there such a
queen? Nowhere, unless back of her chair,
where stood the Princess Laluaba. Above
a dress of scarlet silk rose Laluba's dark
shoulders. Broad bands of gold gleamed
against the crimson-black of her great arms,
while across her shoulder hung a leopard's
skin, orange with ebon spots.
Prince Olaf gazed. Now his pale eyes
fell on the Princess Ronhilda, now on the
Princess Laluaba. The afternoon sun glim-
mered softly on the blue and silver and
white and the blonde hair of the Princess
Ronhilda, but it seemed like the noonday
where it glittered and shone on the gold
and crimson and the iridescent green and
blue of the Princess Laluaba. The prince
. gazed. The interpreter stood by his side,
ready to convey to the Princess Ronhilda
any word of compliment, but never a word
had he spoken when he retired from the
hall. The King fumed, but the Princess
Ronhllda was calm and undisturbed.
"He was too much dazzled and overcome
by my beauty to be able to speak," said she.
That night the din of amis thundered in
the Palace courtyara. . The false North-
men were upon them, the treaty of mar-
riage was merely a treacherous ruse to take
them unawares, thundered the King as he
marshalled his men. But wonder sat on
his countenance when the dawn broke.
Nothing had been taken, no one had been
hurt, everjrthing was as it had been the day
before. Everything but the Princess La-
luaba. She had been carried off by the
Northmen.
The gales of winter came and went, and
spring, the season of the coming of the birds
from the South and the Vikings from the
North, came, and with it the birds, but not
the Northmen.
"They are keeping to their agreement not
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"Prince Olaf was coming to the court of King Rodericlt to
woo the Princess Ronhilda/'
to attack us, even though Olaf hasn't Ron-
hilda/' said Roderick.
Then came the young King of Portugal
wooing. He was tall and dark, chestnut-
haired, hazel-eyed, and Ronhilda felt her
heart leap out to him the moment she be-
held his dark beauty. How much hand-
somer he was than the Norse prince, she
said to herself.
But the dream of going back to rule In
the ancestral home of the Goths sat upon
her, a very obsession, and she sent the
handsome Portuguese away and awaited
the return of the Northmen.
Another winter, another spring, ana "once
more Roderick's castle resounded to the din
of arms. It was the Northmen and Ron-
hilda found herself bound over the sea for
Norway, the only spoil taken from her
father's kinkdom. The Vikings accorded
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her every royal honor and she treated them
graciously, her future subjects. It was
plain that Olaf could not live without her
and had sent tor her.
The bells did not ring and there was no
royal welcome as she entered Drontheim
harbor and the guards did not turn out as
she made her way toward the habitation of
logs that was the royal palace. The cus-
tom of the country, she said to herself.
Within the great smoky hall, Olaf sat on his
throne and he did not rise to greet her
when she entered. As she stood astonished,
awaiting this courtesy, she saw there was
another throne by his side and that upon
It sat a woman, a woman with a crown of
gold, habited in scarlet and with a robe of
leopard skin.
So now thereafter stooa the Princess Ron-
hilda in blue and silver and ermine, royal
ermine, behind the throne of Queen Lalu-
aba. There were blonde maidens enow in
Norway but none that so foiled the beauty of
the queen. So had spoken Olaf and therefore
had sent his men once more to Roderick's
coasts. Sometimes the queen mingled her
tears with those of her slave when tales of
Spain were told and every indulgence was
granted her, everything except freedom.
In the South they knew of it and the young
king of Portugal meditated an invasion of
Norway and the rescue of the Princess
Ronhilda, but his subjects, they shivered
when they thought of the cold, terrible
wnds, the cold, terrible winter, and the
Northmen.
GREAT SALT LAKE.
BY MARIAN WARNER WILDMAN.
So Still it lies, it seems a pictured dream,
Left over from an unremembered past;
On it no flying clouds their shadows cast,
Nor ripple stirs nor hovYing sea gulls scream.
More blue it Is than is the azure sky
That bends above its smooth, upheaving breast,
And far across its waters, to the west
Dim, purple hills along the distance lie.
Still as the world was ere it felt God's breath,
Mid salt grey deserts far as eye can see.
It sleeps in utter lifeless mystery.
As strange and bright and beautiful as Death.
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A Story of San Juan Capistrano.
BY HARRY R. P. FC RBES.
\ I / HE ruin of the once-grand mission
J-M of San Juan Capistrano was to be re-
I stored *to the Padres. At a parish
church, Capistrano had been a fail-
ure; the broad lands, the extensive herds,
the thousands of Indian proselytes and the
wealth of the mission had been scattered —
had been divided and had passed into other
hands. There was nothing left of the grand-
eur and power but a heap of magnificent
ruins and a handful of enthusiastic believ-
ers. These men rejoiced that even the tum-
bled down walls of grand old Capistrano
were to be returned to their rightful owners.
It was in the year 1843 that Governor
Micheltorena ordered the Mission restored
to the Padres. A call was made to the In-
dians to once again gather together within
the sacred grounds and join in giving
thanks to the Holy One for His goodness.
Many proved their love and devotion to the
men who had guided them in the past by
Joyfully responding to the call, and thus
hundreds of dark men were again in the
quadrangle of San Juan Capistrano to hold
a camp-meeting while they re-dedicated the
Slorious old Mission.
To these men it was as a whisper from
the past, and with fast beating hearts many
of them, as well as the gay sefioritas, had
prepared for the journey to Capistrano. To
Carina, the beautiful half Indian, half Span-
ish girl, it seemed the event of her life. She
had been raised by a kind-hearted couple
who thought or cared for little else aside
from the Church and a few tortillas. Her
iTuardian, the good duenna, sat nodding in
the doorway of the most picturesque of all
little adobe huts, content with the thought
of once again going to the Mission, and this
time taking Carina, while she, pretty maid-
en, slyly stole through the waving and low-
spreading pepper branches, looking for
some one.
When far enough away from the hut to be
sure that her footsteps would not arouse
the woman, the girl ran. She hoped to
reach the turning in the lane before her ab-
sence was discovered or before Benito, her
gay, handsome lover, should make his ap-
pearance.
The turn in the road and the swaying
branches hid her from view as she was
caught in the open arms of Benito, who had
watched her coming. A low cry almost be-
trayed her, but the sound was smothered in
kisses, while the lovers turned down the
lane and made good their escape. "Oh, Be-
nito, I have such news."
"What, mia Carl»sima; tell me quickly,
will you go now?"
"No, no, no, must I repeat so often? But
listen, there is to be a grand camp meeting
at San Juan Capistrano, and duenna and Pe-
dro are going. Then shall I go. You who
scorn the Church will not be expected to go,
and then — do you see?"
"Ah — yes, sweet one, I will be there, and
then we will find some one who will marry
us."
"Ah — no, ah no, Benito; though I love you
well and even steal these meetings, no true
marriage can be between unbelievers and
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true ones of the Holy Church. I have
been sworn and am sworn to the Holy
Mother Churcu, and you must come to the
Church to get me,"
"I will, I will come to San Juan," he said.
Had Carina seen the look m his handsome
eyes she would have lost faith in him.
The journey to Capistrano was hot and
dusty, for the picturesque old Mission lies
in the basin of low, barren hills. These
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hills were once a mass of golden grain or
vineyards and orchards, while the entire
landscape was flecked with thousands of
cattle; everywhere was reflected thrift and
industry. Now, alas, there were nothing
but naked tracts of ruggedness. The ter-
rible earthquake of 1812 transformed the
proudest of the Spanish missions of Cali-
fornia into a pile of desolation.
San Juan was never re-constructed; but
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secularization completed the awful devas-
tation. The half civilized Indians were not
in a condition to be handed over to parish
priests. They needed greater care and more
teaching than these simple vicars were will-
ing or able to give. The padres, who had
journeyed from Spain to teach the love
and life of Christ in order that aboriginal
man might be brought to redemption,
grieved their disappointed hearts out to find
that after years of arduous labor, when
every acre reflected toU and success,
their cherished herds of cattle, acres of
land and thousands of neophites should be
separated and divided into small bands with
no leader, and thus allowed to return to
their original state. Ten years had effected
the complete disorganization and retrogres-
sion of the once prosperous Mission.
The spiritual state was but reflected in
the debris and eloquent ruins that occu-
pied the site of the once noble ediflcio.
The original structure, with its graceful
arches and lofty towers, was begun Feb-
ruary 2, 1797, and on the seventh of Sep-
tember, 1806, Padre Presidente Tapis, in
the presence of curious Indians and a few
faithful co-workers, dedicated with solemn
mass the splendid temple of stone and mor-
tar.
It is a grand tribute to the Indian race
that a building of such grace and majesty-
should have been constructed almost entire-
ly by their hands, with but one or two
Spanish over-seers and instructors. They
learned all from the Padres. Grand teach-
ers and receptive pupils.
Across the naked hills where the scanty
vegetation could not hide the gullied, water-
worn ridges, there now and then arose
clouds of dust that gave a softening touch
to the glaring tones that were reflected
upon these barren hills by the noon-day's
sun. Each dust cloud announced another
party of the faithful approaching, and to
the artistic eye of the Padres, each cloud
mercifully cast a veil that cheated mother
earth of her severity, and through half-
closed eyes the good men saw a fitting back-
ground for the tumbled adobe walls, and the
beauty of the picture was a solace to their
aching hearts.
The cloisters were once complete and the
entrance was through a massive gateway —
now the quadrangle was but a heap of ruins
wherein a brindled calf was staked. As It
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fretted at the end of its rope, a Padre in
pretense of preparing for the coming multi-
tude led the significant stranger away to
other pastures.
Already hundreds had arrived, and as
the shades of night appeared, preparations
for camping were in active progress and the
desolate quadrangle became a scene of ac-
tivity. Tepees were pitched and many a
bright camp fire lightened up and beautified
the ruined walls. Grave Indians and gayer
Mexicanos met in harmony on mutual
ground. The quaint little village swarmed
with life and the dark-eyed sefioritas and
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bare-footed children added beauty and inter-
est to the long, low adobe buildings.
Benito had made early his coming and
was now searching for his friends, Juan
and Tomas, for he had need of them. Late
in the waning twilight he spied coming over
the soft grey hills old Pedro, the duenna
and the charming Carina. Never had the
girl appeared so radiant, so beautii i). Her
dark, olive skin was flushed with sunxlsses
and deepened by the rich red scarf that was
wound around her head and shoulders, re-
vealing her throat and disclosing the rise
and fall as she fearlessly sang aloud the
sacred hymns taught her by the casual
visiting padres. The campers were silenced
by the sound of the music. She knew not
that her voice reached out on the evening
air until all listened.
The intensely blue sky, the departing sun
sunk low in the west, the soft breeze and
the deep hush that had followed the tumult,
filled the quiet hamlet with its usual air of
rest and repose. Nearer and nearer the
rich voice came until the words fell plainly
upon the waiting people, when, as with
one accord, they rose and Joined in the
evening hymn. So lost in her own happi-
ness and in the delight of the night. Carina
heeded not the singing throng, but advanced
with her guardians thinking that she had
arrived just in time for the evening ves-
pers.
Down in the village Benito had watched
the girl's approach with guarded care, and
her coming impressed him more than he
would have admitted.
The evening was spent in religious cere-
monies, chanting and song. All was quiet;
the blue sky and purple hills of the day were
turned into black, and all the rich hues were
blotted out in the darkness. Carina sat
watching and waiting for some sign that
her lover was near. In her heart she had no
misgivings, but had the reposeful feeling
of certainty that Benito would arrange all
matters properly and that their marriage
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was at hand. An oriole sang near her tent.
It sang and sang, but always the same note,
sometimes softly, sometimes almost a
scream. Finally she smilingly noticed it,
arose and passed out.
Duenna had felt so relieved and secure,
now that the ungodly Benito was not near.
Carina made but a turn outside the old
ruins when the handsome Benito threw his
serape about her, slipped his arm under-
neath, and her joy was complete.
"What is it, Benito, what have you done?"
"Ah, sweetheart, I could not find Juan or
Tomas, and I have done naught save come
to kiss you and again say that I love you.
I will find some one to marry us, my darling,
or say but the word and we will go away
without it."
Her heart fairly stood still. After all,
was old duenna right? Carina felt no more
joy that evening with Benito and was con-
tent to soon seek her pallet. She was quite
weary she said, herself but half knowing the
cause of her depression.
The day had been fatiguing, but she could
not sleep. All night she lay watching the
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OW8 that were cast on the fallen arches.
Could it be that Benito would do her
wrong? Then she must be true to herself.
Only once more would she meet him in
secret, and then she would tell him, she re-
she resolved before she slept.
As the sun rose it was her voice that led
the morning song. All day the Indians
rejoiced that glorious San Juan Capistrano
was to be rebuilt, rehabilitated, recon-
structed. Mass, baptisms, and marriages
were performed. The bells were rung and
the old chapel resounded with sweet music.
The picturesque cloisters were a scene to*
be remembered, as the Indians knelt with
upturned faces to receive the blessings of
their old faithful Padres and teachers.
Evening mass attracted all the villagers,
for it had become known that handsome
Benito's sweetheart was the singer who led
the assembled choir.
Benito found his friends and arranged
with them that two swift ponies should be
waiting Just outside the ruined walls of the
old mission. Grown bolder with Carina's
praises, Benito dared to Join the party of
happy sefioritas in the inner garden of the
mission, and when twilight mass began he
stood in the shadow of the arch, close to
Carina, and as he sang, his voice blended
with hers until even the Padres were
struck with the heavenly music that the
lovers made.
As the last notes died away and the soft
breeze swept over Carina's cheek, she
looked into the face of Benito and whis-
pered, "Why, Benito, you sang the words."
"Yes, mia cariasima, and to-morrow we will
publish the bans," he said.
Juan and Tomas waited long for Benito
and Carino, for they knew the heart of the
man who led them. They learned that
Carina had won only when the bans were
announced upon the following morning.
The marriage of the sweet singer was the
crowning event of the camp meeting. The
bells rang, the dusty old ruins were gay with
wild blossoms, and blessings were freely
offered for the happiness of Carina, and for
the future glory of San Juan Capistrano.
D. CUPID, HACK WRITER.
BY WALLACE IRWIN.
Little Dan Cupid, write me a verse —
Listen, for I would have fair speech with thee-
While I the charms o* my fair rehearse,
Write me a valentine, Cupid, I prithee.
Tell me thy price for a flattering line —
Why dost thou pout so? Answer me, stupid! —
What dost thou charge for a valentine
Unto the light o' my heart, Sir Cupid?
Pouted unsmiling the baby knave.
Answered full surly, nor looked my way,
'* This will I charge if I write thee a stave:
Peace o' thy heart for a year and a day."
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BETTINA THE REDEMPTIONER.
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BY JEANNETTE H. WALWORTH.
^1
OHN MOSBR, having breakfasted,
looked at his big silver watch; hav-
ing looked at his big silver watch,
he unfolded the Pennsylvania Mes-
senger, which had bulged out his side coat
pocket while he ate; having unfolded the
Messenger according to custom, he should
have remained motionless and invisible
behind it for at least the next fifteen min-
utes. John Moser was a methodical man,
and parceled off each moment of the twenty-
four hours of each day precisely and profit-
ably.
His wife, a bustling, red-cheeked frau, with
sufficient executive ability to clear off the
breakfast table, nurse an infant from Na-
ture's fountain and keep an intelligent eye
upon her husband's movement simultane-
ously, could generally tell you exactly what
John would be about at any given moment of
the fourteen hundred and forty which went
to make up his day.
Therefore, when John Moser, almost im-
mediately after opening the Messenger, laid
it across his knee, and by the aid of his
pen-knife extracted a paragraph from its
columns, Mrs. Moser felt warranted in ask-
ing a question:
••Well, what is it, John?"
•'Something I thought Peter Ormsby might
like to see. It might help him out of one
of his troubles."
Mrs. Moser flattened the baby's nose
against her plump breast as she reached
across the table for the extended paragraph.
"Ah, poor Peter Ormsby, what good to
be helped out of one trouble when swarms
of black pests remain? As well tell him
to kill one mosquito and submit to be stung
by the rest of the swarm."
"Not so, not so," her husband said with
asperity, 'this may lead Peter into pleas-
anter paths. Tou have not read it," he
alanced at the slip in his wife's hand. She
restored it to him with a blush.
"Read it to me, John. Tou have learned
Baster than I have. If there is pleasantness
hi it for Peter I should like to hear about it.
Poor lad, he is treading but a thorny path
low."
And John complied, by reading the ex-
B»rpt from the Messenger:
••GERMANS. — ^We are now offering a num-
ber of German men and women and children
Redemptioners. They can be seen at the
Golden Swan,' kept by the widow Letznow.
A full lot of schoolmasters, artisans, peas-
ants, strong and healthy laborers of all
sorts. Some with three and some with flve
years to serve in payment of passage money.
Will dispose of them reasonably. A num-
ber of strong women and young girls in the
lot"
Mrs. Moser shook her head dubiously.
••I don't know about that, John. Tou see if
Peter was by himself "
••Then he would not be poor Peter Orms-
by. It is being saddled with that hunch-back
girl that makes things so bad."
••She is his niece, John Moser. He is all
there is left to her. Gott in Heimmel! how
those Ormsbys have died off since we all
started together from old Amsterdam, as
Jolly a crowd as ever filled an emigrant
ship! Only ten years and now look at poor
Peter Ormsby."
•'Mother, brother, and two sisters gone."
"Leaving a grand lot of household stuff
on his hands."
••Mother Ormsby made him promise never
to sell the feather beds they brought from
the old country with them."
••Nor the porcelain stove."
•'The oak chest nor the pewter dishes."
'•And that grand old clock."
"Oh, Peter is well-to-do. He ought to get
married."
•'But for that liunch-back girl he might."
•'He ought to take her back to the old
country where she has two aunta on the
mother's side.'.'
••That takes money."
•'Peter Ormsby had more than any man
in our crowd when he left home."
••He has put every dollar of his life's sav-
ings into Pennsylvania coal lands."
••The imbecile!"
••Don't be too hard on Peter, Lena. He was
ill-advised by those rogueish land agents
who beguiled us all from our homes."
••We have not done so badly, John Moser."
••Peter brought over with him a sickly
and troublesome family. I had a trade to
fall back upon and — ^I had you."
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Mrs. Moser smiled her appreciation of
this tribute.
"Ah, well, poor Peter Onnsby. If there
is any comfort to be extracted out of one
of those redemption women let him try the
experiment. By all means do you draw his
thoughts that way. He needs some sort of
womankind to look after things While he is
at work. Poor Peter Ormsby, I do pity him."
John Moser reached for his hat, Which al-
ways hung on the same peg behind the din-
ing room door. "I pity him, too, and I shall
go by his house and show him this advertise-
ment. He may nbt think it worth a thought"
"Tell him I say it is," said Lena with fem-
inine arrogance. "But, John, he must see
to it carefully that he does not buy one
young enough to scandalize the neighbors,
nor too old to be of any service."
"Peter Ormsby is not a fool."
"He is a man — ^a handsome one, and not
an old one. Three things which make for
foolishness, oohn Moser."
John Moser laughed and went his way.
His Lena had a sharp tongue. There was no
denying that. But she was a good wife, and
he was a happy husband. Poor Peter
Ormsby!
He found Peter Ormsby giving the hunch-
back girl her breakfast in bed. Dirt and
desolation reigned where spotless clean-
liness had once made a home of the little
cottage. Ormsby flung out his hands with
a gesture of despair. His blue eyes were
full of gloom.
"Ah, Moser, what a hovel for you to en-
ter. A mere shelter for two unfortunates.
Why could not Death have made a cleaner
sweep and taken the child and me, too?
If you can find a chair with nothing on it
that should be elsewhere, sit down and pres-
ently we will smoke a pipe together."
"No, I did not come to sit down nor to
smoke. I stopped by to show you this."
He handed the slip to Ormsby. "Lena says
it is worth looking into."
To quote Lena as endorsing it was always
to give a proposition its strongest possible
backing. John Moser turned towards the
bed with a big red apple in his hand. "And
this my Lena sends to Freeda."
Peter Ormsby read the paragraph over
several times, rumpling his curly hair up
the wrong way in his abstraction. Presently
he turned his perplexed face on his friend.
"Perhaps frau Moser is right. She gener-
ally is. Things cannot go on this way much
longer. I lose a Job of work every time
Freeda gets so that I cannot leave her.
I must get some one to look after the chUd
and this hovel while I am at work. I will
look into this."
"My Lena says she must not be yoimg
enough to scandalize the neighbors."
"Nor too old to be a companion to my
poor little Freeddr.*'
"Lena says you are to look for strength
before beauty." And then Moser went
away.
Having concluded that it was worth look-
ing into, Peter Ormsby directed his steps
towards the Golden Swan that very morn-
ing. He hoped the widow Letznow, who had
these redemptioners on exhibition would be
good enough to help him in making a selec-
tion.
She must not be too old nor too young.
He should rather have a plain one than a
pretty one. She must be strong and good-
natured above all things. Above aU things
good-natured, for Freeda would be at her
mercy all the time he was at work.
As he neared the Race street wharf he
began to look about him for the Golden
Swan. Ten years ago, when he and his
friends, the Mosers, and his family of five,
had found it, a hungry, laughing group
bent on making the best of their strange
surroundings, they had liked the widow
Letznow, because her house was clean and
her smile a welcome in a strange land.
He remembered especially how clean the
front entrance had looked . As if the scrub
woman had but that minute gone away with
her suds and mop. And then Peter Ormsby
laughed aloud.
"They're at it yet."
He had just sighted the Golden Swan.
Some one was down on her knees making
the entrance-way shine with cleanliness.
Peter scrutinized the stooping figure as he
approached it. It was round and plump and
girlish. The scrubber had drawn her skirts
away from her ankles with a fastidiousness
not common to the average chore woman.
Her tucked up draperies left in evidence a
neat ankle and a foot to match it. As she
plied her mop with spiteful energy two
shining braids of yellow hair swayed about
the scrubber's shoulders. And that was all
that Peter could see.
But, as he came immediately behind her,
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he heard sobs — ^hard, choking sobs. There
was no mlstaldng them. Were not his own
ears attuned to all sorrowful Bounds?
The girl was in trouble. Perhaps she,
too, had buried something near and dear to
her, since reaching this great bewildering,
decelYing America. He stopped at the foot
of the steps. He did not care to push by
her in search of the widow Letznow. So he
spoke very gently:
"My poor child, you are in trouble. Can
I help you in any way?"
The stooping figure straightened itself
into quite a commanding height. The girl
with the mop faced fiercely toward him,
showing a pair of clear gray eyes, glis-
tening with tears. Something in Peter's
face checked the tart words trembling on
her red, ripe lips. The gathering tears fell
slowly over her white lawn bodice as she
sobbed out:
"In trouble! Of course I am in trouble,
trouble that will never end. Does any one
supposed I crossed the wide ocean Just to
scrub an old woman's front steps for her?
But everybody hates me. I have no friends.
My last and only friend died on board the
ship that brought me to this terrible Amer-
ica. Oh, if he could only have lived until
I got used to this unfriendly country, my
uncle, my uncle!"
She spoke to him as he had to her, in their
own language. Peter Ormsby stood aghast
at the torrent of words he had evoked.
While the girl was sobbing out her story in
a perfect abandon of grief he was repeating
to himself Lena Moser's warning: ''She must
not be young enough to scandalize the neigh-
bors."
He had himself decided that his redemp-
tioner must not be pretty.
This gray-eyed Niobe could scarcely be
more than eighteen, and he ws^ quite sure
emigrant ship had never imported anything
prettier. •
"Where is Mrs. Letznow?" he asked, al-
most violently.
Instead of answering his question the girl
bounded down the few steps that separated
them, and looked into his face searchingly.
'Is it that you have come here to look
for a redemptioner?"
"Yes, but "
She clasped her hands and appealed to
him in their mother tongue;
"Then take me, ah, take me. Tou look
kind and patient. Tou are sorry for me, I
see it in your eyes. I do not know much
but I'll learn. Oh, I will try so hard to learn
the things you want me to learn. I never
expected to come to this" — with a vicious
shake of the mop — "but I am being pun-
ished. I ran away because they wanted to
make me marry a man I hated. Uncle Hans
thought I was right. He told me I might
go to America with him, and be his little
housekeeper, and he was to pay my passage-
for n^e, but Uncle Hans died on shipboard,
and somebody must have robbed him and
cheated me, for her I am a redemptioner
doomed to work five years for that monster
of a ship's captain. And then because I
cry people get tired of me and send me
back here. They think I ought to know every-
thing, and I know nothing, excepting that I
am the most miserable girl on earth. Ah,
you have so kind a face and if you have ever
known trouble "
Peter Ormsby interrupted her with a bit-
ter little laugh. "If I had ever known trou-
ble? I do not know what it is to be out of
it."
"Then you should know how to feel for
a broken-hearted girl. What did you want
your redemptioner to do? See, I know it
all has to be managed. Tou will have to
see the captain of the Wild Duck, and he wiU
sell my time to yeu. He ought not to sell it
at a very high figure, for I am such a good-
for-nothing redemptioner. That Is what two
mistresses have told me that I am. And you
will make out indentures and I will sign
them saying that I, Bettina Grune, go to
you of my own free will to be your faithful
bond-maiden until I have paid you back all
that you have paid the captain. Only," —
she smiled shyly up into his kind face,
"before I sign my indentures I should make
sure that I could render you the sort of ser-
vice you need. I should not like to make a
promise to any one that I could not keep."
Mute, flushed, perplexed, Peter Ormsby
stood staring down into the upturned plead-
ing face with its lovely eyes and its lips
quivering like a little child's.
"Say, good sir, what would I have to do?"
"I have a little hunch-back niece "
"I would be very good and patient with
her."
"And a house that has gone to ruin since
all my womankind have left me."
"Dead?"
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"Then you too know what the heart-ache
means."
"No one knows better."
"Well, Peter Ormsby!"
Glancing towards an open window behind
Bettina, Peter saw the laughing face and
heard the sharp tongue of the widow LiCtz-
now. He ran up the steps and Into the house
as if he were fleeing from some overmaster-
ing temptation. Bettina stood Just where
he had left her twining nervous fingers in
and out of her yellow plaits. Drawing the
widow backward into her little dining room
Ormsby spoke right to the point with flushed
cheeks and excited voice:
"I want you to help me. Tou advertise
a lot of redemptioners. I want a strong,
capable woman. Some one who will be good
to my little Freeda when I am at work."
The mistress of the Golden Swan laughed.
"Bettina might suit you. She is strong and
the girl does not lack sense."
"She is too young."
"And then she is a shrew."
"Ah, no, not with that face. She is un-
happy."
"So am I. She has come back from two
places already where she was sent on pro-
bation. She does not want to scrub floors.
What do you think of that? If you took
Bettina you would have to carpet all your
floors with Brussels because she would not
scrub them. A good Joke that"
Then Peter spoke up boldly, but the flush
did not leave his face.
"I want her for my little Preeda. Freeda
must have some one not too old to sym-
pathize with her childish troubles. What
is her passage money? What the length of
her Ume?"
"The captain holds her stlflly. You see,
she is young and strong. She should have
years of good work in her. Moreover, Bet-
tina Grune is handsome and looks count for
something."
"I want her for Freeda," Peter repeated
stubbornly. "The child must have someone
young enough to be companionable."
The widow Letznow smiled broadly.
"Yes, of course, we understand that per-
fectly. You want her for Freeda. The cap-
tain wants fifty pounds for her."
"Fifty pounds?"
"Not a shilling less."
Peter Ormsby dropped his head and brood-
ed. Fifty pounds — ^two hundred and fifty
dollars. Where was it to come from? Sick-
ness and death had not only ravaged his
home — ^it had emptied his purse. There
were those senseless Pennsylvania barrens,
acres upon acres of them. But who would
give him fifty pounds of good money for as
many acres of bad land? He had already
learned to dread the smile that the mention
of his real estate evoked.
But he still had faith in the future of those
same unpromising knobs and hillocks. The
point was to find some moneyed man to share
that faith. He fiung his head back almost
defiantly. The widow Letznow halted her
clicking knitting needles to smile into his
handsome face.
"Well, Peter Ormsby?"
"Give me a week, half a week, three days.
I think I can— I will get the money by that
time. I must get it. You see Bettina would
exactly suit Freeda."
The widow gave him a level glance over
her glasses.
"Yes, Bettina would suit Freeda exactly.
You will find her here. It is not likely she
will be snapped up. She is not the sort to
go off well. Women do not know how to
treat her. There is a lamb and a Hon, a
shrew and a saint all rolled into one in that
girl."
^ Peter laughed aloud. It must have been
that his heart was lightened by finding
some one who would suit Freeda. "I'll take
the four in a lump for fifty pounds."
When he got outside he found Bettina Just
where he had left her. She turned wistful
eyes on him as he came down the steps. He
took her hand and pressed it between both
his own.
"My child, I am going to fetch the money
for your passage. You are going to become
my own little redemptloner. That is, you
are going to take charge of Freeda for me.
I may not be back tomorrow, nor the next
day. Perhaps not for a whole week. But
I will cQme. Do you believe that I will keep
my word?"
"I believe in you and I will wait for you.
You look kind and true. They shall not sell
my time to anybody else. They call me a
shrew. I will show them that I can be one
If they try to make me take another mas-
ter. But I will be good to the little hunch-
back. Indeed I wlU."
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Peter dropped her hands and walked has-
tily away. He was anxious to find a pur-
chaser for those lands. Freeda needed Bet-
tina.
Not that day, nor the next, nor the next
could he find in all the goodly city of broth-
erly love one business man "fool enough"
to take any of his knobs and hillocks as
security for hard cash. But finally the one
wise man was found, and Peter made happy.
It was in Mrs. Letznow's little parlor that
he and Bettlna met for the second time.
"I haye come/' he said.
"I knew you would," she said.
"And I have brought your indenture with
me. Shall I read it to you?"
"It would be tiresome and would do no
good. I am « not afraid you will make me
serve over my five years. Tell me where to
sign my name. That is all I have to do."
"But I insist upon you hearing it."
She looked at him sadly. "Very well,
then, if I must listen. I know it will call
yon my master and me your servant. It
sounds ugly and I did not want to hear it,
but my master has a right to command."
"It ci^n wait until we can get home,"
said Peter very gently. "And then, Bettlna,
if you do not like the sound of it you shall
not sign it."
"That is only fair. I should like to see
Freeda first. If she does not like me, I will
not sign it."
When Peter Ormsby showed Bettlna into
his little parlor it looked as If the good
fairies had been at work upon it. Freeda
was dressed in festive white, and the Mosers
were on hand. Also, the old white-haired
minister, who had entered the Ormsby cot-
tage only on sad errands heretofore. Bet-
tlna looked startled at the array of strange
faces and curious eyes confronting her.
She turned to Peter with trembling fear.
"The indenture now, my master. I am
ready to sign it."
The old Lutheran priest stepped forward
with the momentous paper in his hand and
read sonorously:
"This indenture bearing date the six-
teenth day of July, Anno Domini, one thou-
sand eight hundred and seventeen, in the
dty of Philadelphia, SUte of Pennsylvania,
Witnesseth, that Bettlna Qrune, of her own
free will, hath bound herself servant to
Peter Ormsby of the same city, in considera-
tion of the sum of fifty pounds, to be paid
to Captain Franz Briel, of the good ship
Wild Duck, in compensation for the passage
of the said Bettlna Grune. The said Bettina
doth bind herself unto the said Peter Orms-
by for the term of "
"Wait!"
Peter stepped forward, seized the inden-
ture, made an erasure and an insertion, and
held It before Bettina's eyes with his own
hand.
"Bettina, will you sign it of your own
accord and free will with those alterations
in it?"
Bettina glanced at the paper, blushed and
dropped her eyes.
"Say, my dear one, will you sign it, now
that I have written 'wife* for 'servant,' and
made the terms for life?"
And Bettlna, lifting clear trusting eyes
to his said firmly:
"Of my own free glad will."
It was in the handsomely equipped dining
room of some dear Philadelphia friends, a
year or two ago that this true story was told
me.
I found my fascinated gaze turning again
and again toward the portrait of a very beau-
tiful woman dressed richly and heavily
bejeweled after the fashion of a by-gone
day.
"And that beautiful dame with the snowy
neck and the priceless pearls?" I asked.
"Oh, that is Mrs. Peter Ormsby's portrait.
When her husband's barren lands developed
into the richest coal fields in the State of
Pennsylvania, Peter was a made man, and
the man who loaned him the money to
invest in a wife was a made man, too."
"And it was your grandfather?"
My friend laughed. "No, my grandfather
was one of the sapient ones who declined to
be a lender on the knobs. When Ormsby's
own faith was justified by events he had
portraits of his beautiful spouse in her cost^
liest vesture painted and sent to every man
who had snubbed him in that little trans-
action*of investing in a wife. It was a neat
bit of sarcasm. That is the way our walls
came to be decorated by a picture of the
beautiful redemptloner. If only our
father's father had not been such a wise
man!"
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CHINESE JEWS
BYA.KINCSlEfCLOyER
Y N their wide wanderings over the face
\ of the earth the Jews, at an early day,
^ ' settled as colonists In China. According
to some large marble tablets, discovered
In the year 1850, at Kal-fung-fu by two
agents of the London Mission, the Jews
must have arrived in the Flowery Kingdom
at about the beginning of the Christian era.
Their first settlement did not number over
five thousand souls, but during the succeed-
ing thousand years their numbers were
continually augmented by arrivals of Jew-
ish merchants from the West, especially
from Persia, Samarkand and Bokhara, in
which places the Jews have always been
very numerous.
All through what Is nominally the vast
Chinese Empire, embracing the whole ex-
tent of territory from the Pacific Ocean on
the east to the confines of Turkestan on
the west, from Hindustan on the south
to Russian Siberia on the north, the Jews
were scattered in large colonies from a re-
mote day. They became the principles of
international commerce in the far East, and
it was through the Jews that the merchan-
dise of China, especially its costly silks,
found a ready market in Rome and other
parts of the West Marco Polo saw Jewish
merchants on the borders of China in the
thirteenth century, Just north of Peking,
laden with the commodities of the Western
world.
But the Jews that interest us most were
those who settled at Kai-fung-fu, in the heart
of China, at the very early day above men-
tioned. By royal permission they became
full citizens of the Middle Kingdom, with
freedom to worship according to their own
ideas and religious principles, provided they
acknowledged the Emperor as their ruler,
and obeyed the laws of the land. At a much
later day a Jewish synagogue or temple was
erected at Kai-fung-fu by royal patent, and
this building, though frequently damaged
by fire and fiood, lasted down to very recent
days. The whole story of this colony is told
in very profuse language on the two above-
mentioned stone tablets, erected respect-
ively in the years 1488 and 1511. As a matter
of fact, these records in stone were first
discovered by the Jesuit missionary Gozani
in 1704, but the Western world never heard
much about them or learned of their con-
tents until rediscovered in 1850 by the
agents of the London Mission at Shang-Hai,
at which time they were both transcribed
and translated by two English missionaries.
They show us that the Jews readily con-
formed to the prevalent ancestor-worship
of the Chinese people. In fact, it was their
well-known reverence for their own ances-
tors like Abraham, Isaac and Jacob that
moved the heart of the Emperor to allow
the Jews to settle in his domains. The tab-
lets also tell us that in course of time the
Israelites were greatly honored by the Em-
peror, many of them having been raised to
the rank of mandarins of the Empire.
Some became State and army officers, great
scholars and physicians, not to speak of
rich and infiuential merchants. The Chinese
Jews have always been loyal to the lawful
government, and during the Mongol dynasty
in the fourteenth century, they were found
fighting for the native "Ming" family in
its uprising against the foreign usurpers
of the present Tartar dynasty.
The city of Kai-fung-fu, where the first
large Jewish colony fixed their residence,
is situated on the Hwang-Ho, or Yellow
River, about three hundred miles south of
the capital, Pe-Klng. It lies in a very rich
portion of the Empire, though it has been
the frequent victim of the overfiow of this
great river of North China, on the embank-
ments of which the Emperors for ages have
spent millions of dollars, with a sacrifice
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of uncounted millions of human lives, in
their vain attempts to control its ravages.
It was in this city that Jewish activity
was the greatest, although other cities, like
Ning-Po, on the sea-coast, had other Jewish
merchants.
The Jews of Kai-fung-fu in time became so
identified with the native Chinese popula-
tion as to practically lose their racial iden-
tity. They intermarried with the Chinese
to some extent, and at last lost all knowl-
edge of the Hebrew language. Just before
the arrival of the agents of the London mis-
sion these sons of Abraham had become so
reduced in numbers and wealth that they
were obliged to sell the materials of their
partially ruined synagogue in order to buy
bread.
At present there are no more than three
or four hundred Jews at Kai-fung-fu, and
beyond a few traditions they have no knowl-
edge of themselves as a distinct people.
They look and dress like the native Chinese,
although possessing a more Semitic cast
of face, and, like all subjects of the reign-
infiT lianchu royal house they wear the Man-
cha pig-tail. This remnant of the origi-
nal settlers now hold no religious services,
their last* rabbi having died about fifty years
ago, while they have also forgotten the old
Hebrew prayers. The Kai-fung-fu Jews live
in a kind of community, as in the old Euro-
pean ghettos, where they carry on various
trades, and, as in other parts of the world,
enter largely into the business of money-
changing and money-lending. They still
possess some sacred books which are kept
in a safe place and duly reverenced, though
not understood. In the center of the syna-
gogue enclosure stands to-day a large stone
with an inscription on it, a part of which
reads "Ichabod" — ^i. e., "the glory is de-
parted!" All around is now desolation — a
scene of fallen pillars, broken cornices, and
blocks of masonry.
The little colony still dwelling in the heart
of this great metropolis, know, of course,
that they are not Chinamen, but tnat is
about all they realize, although they still
cling to their belief in One Only Qod.
Perhaps by means of the present vast
uprising in China, the Jews still there may
come into contact with the West, and be
again communicated with as in the days of
old, when they carried on the vast trade
across Asia to Burope. Surely a "pig-tailed"
Jew would ue a personage worth seeing.
Modem Jewish settlements have taken
place in the coast cities, some of the great
commercial houses engaged in Oriental
and European trade being wholly Jewish.
In the coming resurrection of the commerce
of China with America and Europe, Gentiles
must not forget that it will be necessary to
reckon with the sons of Israel in the various
lines of competition.
ANSWERED.
BY ELINOR MERRILL.
A poet, learned in the tricks of rhyme
And rhythm; one whose practised touches played
On language as on bells that peal or chime,
Unsatisfied besought the gods for aid.
Death smote a dear one, more to him than fame
Or life itself, and then before his art
The whole world rose, to greet with mad acclaim
The words that Grief brought quivering from his brain.
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THE AZTEC CALENDAR STONE.
BY ADELIA H. TAFFINDER.
I
UMARRAGA, the first archbishop of
Mexico, and the missionaries, in the
16th century, in their fanatical zeal to
establish Chlristlanity in the New
World, considered the presence of the Az-
tec hieroglyphs and monuments as an In-
Yincible obstacle to the abolition of Idola-
! try. Consequently they destroyed every rec-
ord and every idol that came in their reach
or under their power.
Later the kings of Spain and the vice-
roys of Mexico endeaveored to protect the
remaining records, and gathered together
in the viceregal archives whatever of this
nature was Judged to be of interest. Thus,
some of the antiquities are preserved, and
can be seen in the National Museum in the
City of Mexico. The majority of the grand
monuments of Aztec antiquity have been
unearthed in that city.
1^1521, Cortez concluded the conquest of
Mexico by pulling down the Aztec temples.
The Calendar Stone and many large idols,
and other objects of worship, were buried
in the surroimding marshes of the city by
order of the Christian monks to hide them
from the eyes of the heathen.
In 1551, the Stone was discovered and
was reinterred in 1558. It is chronicled that
after the second interment it was entirely for-
^tten until December, 1790, when. In lower-
ing the grade of the ancient pavement of the
Great Plaza In front of the Cathedral, this
notable monument was re-discovered.
The wardens of the cathedral begged it of
the viceroy, who promised that it should be
preserved and exposed in a public place.
They built it into the base of the southwest
em tower of the cathedral, and there it re-
nuUned until August, 1885.
It has always been considered the property
of the National Museum, where after weeks
of laborious moving, it reached its present
roBtlng place.
Alexandar von Humboldt calculated that
H weighed 53,792 pounds avoirdupois. It
1> U feet 8 inches in diameter, and is fine-
rained basalt. From a painting in the
Codex-Mendocino, the Calendar Stone is rep-
resented to have been moved by means of
a long file of men, who dragged it with ropes
over great wooden rollers.
Tezozomoc, the native Indian historian, in
1564 describes the purpose, and securing of
this stone. He states that in 1478, two years
before the death of King Axayacatl "who
in that epoch ruled the world," that the
temple in which great sacrifices were to be
made, was nearing completion. The King
sent forth a decree: "I will give food and
raiment to the laborers that will bring me
a great rock, and I will give gold, choco-
late, and painted cloths to the sculptors who
will engreave upon it the image of the sun
surrounded with our zodiacal signs." This
Indian historian describes quite graphically
how the laborers sallied forth to the moun-
tains and broke off a "great fragment of a
rock, 5,000 men dragged it along." When
they reached a bridge, alas, the beams were
broken into a thousand pieces, and the rock
fell into the water. \
Then the King was very wroth and said:
"Make a new bridge with double beams and
stages, and tear me out a new fragment from
the mountains of Coyoacan; bring also an-
other rock and make of it a vase in which
shall be caught the blood that will issue
from the sacrificial stone, as an offering of
reconciliation to our god.
"The rocks were torn out of the mountain
side, dragged to Tenochtitlan (City of Mex-
ico), passed the bridge of Zoloc safely, and
were duly dedicated with great festivities,
and sacrifices. King Axayacatl invited the
rulers of all the neighboring friendly nations
to be present at the ceremonies of its dedi-
cation, which took place in the year Two
House, or 1481 A. D. The thirteen priests
of the thirteen principal gods of Mexico,
armed with their obsidian knives for the
sacrifice, ascended the stone before dawn
of the day of its inauguration. Seven hun-
dred and twenty-eight captives, reserved
from those taken in the battle of Tliluh-
tepec, decked with gay plumage, were placed
near the stone. At sun-rise a priest with a
pot of smoking Incense marched four times
around the stone, and then threw the pot
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upon it to be shattered to pieces." Imme- excess, and that this debauch was the cause
diately the king ascended to the rock and be- of his death.
gan the sacrifice by tearing out the hearts This unique calendar can be better under^
of the victims, throwing them into the stone stood by a brief narration of the Aztec
yase mentioned by the historian Tezozo- method of computing time. Clarigero, in
moc, and now in the National Museum in his Historia Antigua de Mexico, published in
Mexico. When the King had thus sacri- 1780, says that in respect to civil Gk>Tem-
flced fifty-two men, he was followed by the ment, the Aztecs divided the month into four
thirteen priests in succession, until seven- periods of five days, and the year was corn-
hundred and twenty-eight prisoners were prised of eighteen months,
slain. Tt^e historian v states that the King Each day had its name, to wit: Ist, Dawn;
drank and ate of the flesh of the victims to 2d, Wind; 8d, House; 4th, Lizard, 5th, Ser-
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pent; 6th, Death; 7th, Deer; 8th, Rabbit,
and 80 on. The 6th, 10th, 16th, and 20th
were fair or great market daya.
To represent month they painted a cir-
cle or wheel, divided into twenty figures,
signifying twenty days. The year was repre-
sented by a larger wheel, divided into
eighteen figures of the eighteen months, and
the image of the moon was frequently
painted within this wheel. ^
The number 13 was held in high esteem
by these ancient Mexicans. The four
periods of which the century consisted were
each of thirteen years. They were the
Babbit, Reed, Flint, and House. They like-
wlM reckoned thirteen periods of four years
emfk, at the expiration of each of which
made extraodrinary festivals.
scholarly historian states that when
t^OKoess of a few hours in the solar above
tlitr. dTll year was discovered, intercalary
di9P were used to form an equality. The
ice in regard to the method estab-
by Julius Caesar in the Roman Calen-
that they did not interpose a day
four years, but thirteen days every
o years, which produced the exact
r^gAlation of time.
j^ the expiration of the century all the
of that empire participated in a
celebration. The sacred fire of all
Um temples and hearthstones was eztin-
girfMhed. Every vessel, earthen pot, or kit-
dMl ntensil, was broken into fragments, in
pnparation for the end of the world, which
at fMe termination of each century was ex-
ps^tod with terror. The priests, clothed
in Twrlous dresses and ensigns of their gods,
aoinnpanied by a vast crowd of people, is-
anM from the temple out of the city, direct-
ing their way towards the mountain of
Pdfocatapetl. Their Journey was regulated
by otMiervation of the stars, in order that
they might arrive at the mountain, a' little.
before midnight, on the top of which the
new fire was to be kindled.
During this solemn Journey thousands of
human beings were waiting in utmost sus-
penae and solicitude, hoping on the one hand
to find from the new fire a ne^ century
granted to mankind, and fearing on the other
hand the total destruction of mankind, if
the fire, by divine interference, should not
be permitted to kindle.
The faces of little children were covered
with the leaves of the aloe, to prevent their
being transformed into mice. Those who
were able, mounted terraces and houses
to observe the ceremony.
The grand priest had exclusive right to
kindle this hoi^e-restoring fire. The instru-
ments for this purpose were two pieces of
wood, and the place on which the fire pro-
duced from them was the breast of some
brave prisoner whom they sacrificed.
As soon as the fire was kindled they all at
once exclaimed with Joy, and a huge fire
was made on the mountain that it might
be seen from a gr^at distance; in which
they afterwards burned the victim whom
they had sacri^ced. Immediately they took
up portions of the sacred fire,, and strove
with each other who shold carry it most
speedily to their houses. The priests car-
ried it to the greater temple of Mexico, from
whence all the inhabitants of that capital
were supplied.
During the thirteen aays which followed
the renewal of the fire (which were inter-
calary days, interposed between the past and
ensuing century, to adjust the year with
the course of the sun), they employed them-
selves in repairing and whitening the public
and private buildings, and in furnishing
themselves with new dresses and domes-
tic utensils, in order that everything might
be new, or have that appearance, upon the
commencement of the new century. On
the first day of the new year, and new cen-
tury,, it was unlawful to taste water before
mid-day. At that hour the sacrifices began,
the number of which was suited to the gran-
deur of the festival.
Every place resounded with the voice of
gladness and mutual congratulation on
account of the new century, which heaven
had granted to them.
Ancient historians state that the first
intercalation in the Aztec Calendar took
place sixteen centuries previous to the ar-
rival of the Spaniards. Huehuetlapallan,
an Aztec city, is recorded to have had the
honor of this event. The Aztecs com-
menced using their calendar 483 years be-
fore the ultimate adoption of the Julian
calendar at Rome.
In studying the evolution of the system
of computing time, used by the various Ori-
ental nations, we find a striking resem-
blance.
The Asiatics and the Aztecs indicated the
year by its sign, as the year of the House,
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or Flint. The Chinese had sixty years in
their cycle, in five divisions of twelve years
each, giving the name of a familiar animal
to each year: 1, Mouse; 2, Ox; 3, Leopard,
etc. The Thibetans, Tartars, and Japanese
have nearly the same as the Chinese.
The lunar calendar of the Hindoos corre-
sponds very closely with that of the Aztecs,
viz., Serpent, Reed, Monkey, Flint Knife,
Path of the Sun, Dog, and House.
Two things seem strange in regard to the
Mexican system : the one is that they did not
regulate their months by the changes of
the moon; the other that they used no
particular character to distinguish one cen-
tury from another.
The Aztecs were very superstitious in
reard to Zodaical signs, and predicted the
good or bad fortune of infants from the
signs under which they were bom.
The happiness or misfortune of marriages,
the success of wars, and of every other thing
in fact, was predicted from the day on
which they were undertaken or put into exe-
cution.
For instance, if a merchant wished to
undertake a Journey, he endeavored to begin
it on some day of that period during which
the sign Coatl (serpent) ruled, and then he
was promised success in his commercial
transactions. Those who were born under
the sign of the eagle were suspected to prove
mockers and slanderers, if they were males;
if females, loquacious and impudent.
Of the hours the third and seventh in the
daytime were good omens; the 4th, 5th,
6th, and 8th of the day, and the 1st of the
night were bad; and the others indifferent.
Their influence varied according to their cor-
respondence with the signs of the day.
The hours were announced from the heights
of temples by means of conch shells blown
by priests. There was no month in which
the Mexicans did not celebrate some festi- '
val or other, and Indeed that custom of
fiesta days, occurring so frequently, exists
at the present time in Mexico. The ancient
festivals were dedicated to the gods. On the
second day of the first month they made
a great festival to TIaloc, accompanied with
sacrifices of children, who were pur-
chased for that occasion. These children
were not sacrificed all at once, but succes-
sively, in the course of three months,
which corresponded to those of March and
April, to obtain from this god the rains
which were necessary for their maize.
Clarigero, minutetly describes these baiv
barous festivals of each month of the year.
The fifth month was given entirely to these
feasts and human sacrifices to the sods.
Those years which had the Rabbit for their
denominative character, were called "di-
vine years," and were solemnly celebrated.
"The sacrifices were on such occasions more
numerous, the obligations more abundant,
and the dances more solemn."
The entire face of "The Aztec Calendar"
was painted red to indicate that it was dedi-
cated to the sun. It received its name from
the celebrated Mexican archaeologist, Don
Antonio Leon y Gama, who described it in
1792. The native inhabitants of the city of
Mexico call it "El Relox de los Indies,"
or the "Indian Clock." Senor Alfredo Chav-
ero, the most distinguished modern archae-
ologist of Mexico, has re-christened it "The
Rock of the Sun." He has made an exhaustive
study of this wonderful stone, which is avail-
able in his "Mexico a Traves de los Siglos."
The stern face with its grotesque ear-adorn-
ments, massive necklace, and protruding
tongue — symbolizes the Aztec representa-
tion of the sun.
The hieroglypn on the forehead is the sign
of the year Two Reeds. The four parallelo-
grams contained in the second large circle,
according to Aztec mythology, indicate that
the sun had died four times.
The chronographic signs of the Aztetcs
were: Ist, Age of the Water; 2d, Age of the
Air; 3d, Age of the Fire; 4th, Age of the
Earth. They have been interpreted in this
manner: Age of Water, submerging of the
continent of Atlantis; Age of Air, the glacial
epoch; Age of Fire, eruptions of volcanoes;
Age of the Eartn, beginning 4431 B. C, and
ending 1312 A. D. These four large squares
above mentioned as "Deaths of the Sun,"
include these four great ages. The four
squares, also represent the four seasons
which correspond to those of our own.
In 1312, in commemoration of the found-
ing of the City of Mexico, the people de-
cided that they were worthy of a fifth Sun, j
which should pertain to them alone. They \
selected the eagle as the symbol, because
one of their prophets had in a vision be<)n
told that "where an eagle poised upon the
cactus, with the serpent in its claws, with
the blue sky above, and the blue waters i
beneath," there they should build this great
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city. The two lateral characters, therefore, at
each Bide of the central face are eagle talons,
representing that the Sun of the Fifth Age
is soaring in the Zenith. Each claw con-
tains five hieroglyphs and four dots, repre-
senting the eighteen months of the year.
The dots and glyphs in the central
figure amount to seventy-two in number,
which is the number of priests' years that
equal the cycle of fifty-two civil years.
The third circle 'contains the twenty signs
of the days of the month.
The twelfth day. Herb, is strikingly pecul-
iar, as it is represented by a convoloulus
twined around a death's head in the manner
in which the heroes slain in battle were
crowned.
Around the days of the month is a border
of graduates — each one with five dots and
a smaller border of glyphs. Eight V-shaped
rays spring from this border, representing
the eight "hours" of the Aztec day, and
eight triple-headed arches representing the
eight hours of the Aztec night. The diurnal
period was divided into sixteen hours, each
hour containing ninety minutes in our reck-
oning of time. These hours, according
to the hieroglyphs on other monuments,
were subdivided into halves and quarters.
It is interesting to note some of the suggest-
ive names given to the hours. The first
hour was at 6 a. m., the Rising Sun; 2d,
the Fading Moon; 3d, the Goddess of
Water; 4th, the Path of the Sun; 6th, Ve-
nus; 6th, (which corresponds to our 1.30
p. m.) to the God of the Dead, on whom the
sun went to shine at night; 7th, the Earth;
8th, the Thunder God. The hours of the
night were as beautifully named.
From the open mouth of the serpents, at
the bottom of the rock, two faces issue.
They are crowned with plumes of stars.
The face on the left, archaeologists aver,
is the Sun, and the one on the right is the
planet Venus. On the apparent movements
of these two planets were based the chrono-
logical combinations of the Aztecs.
The Light That Blinded.
BY LOU RODMAN TEEPLE.
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T was very dark, and Slugging Sam Was
glad of the darkness. He had re-
joiced in the absence of light before,
when he wanted to *'go through" some
Jay who had been decoyed to that row
ill-favored buildings that huddled in
the vicinity of the docks. Then, too, he
had objected to a light when he helped to
unload the little sloop whose cargo usually
escaped the attention of the revenue offi-
cers. But never was the darkness so wel-
come as to-night, when Pauline stole down
to where he waited, and shoved the child
Into the boat with him.
"I'll wait up for you with something warm
to drink," she whispered, and for one mo-
ment her lips touched his dry, parched
mouth, sending a thrill through every
nerve, that made him almost lift the
boat from the water with his mighty strokes.
He would do it. Just as he had done every-
thing the girl had asked of him since he
stepped into the little den where she was
selling temperance drinks that made men
drunk and an easy prey to the card sharps
who paid Pauline a bonus on each victim.
But even the fieeced men returned again and
again to gaze on the woman's dazzling
beauty, to be maddened by the Oriental soft-
ness of her black eyes, the seductive
curve of her lips, the marble beauty
of her throat and arms, and, more than all,
by the ripple of her laughter, the witchery
of her words. That was in the days when
her little Irish step-mother lay dying in the
back room, telling everyone who took the
time to listen, that little Maggie "wad be
ayeress to five hunerd pound, gin the saints
purtict her 'tell she be av age." And when
the mother died she had made a legal will
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that left the five hundred pounds to Pauline
if she were kind to her little half-sister, and
the child should not attain her majority. No
one enquired whether Pauline were kind to
the child or not, but the whole row knew
when she fell in love with Slugging Sam.
Something in his great strength and mas-
terful vehemence caught the girl's ungov-
emed fancy, and she would have gone to the
scaffold witn him sooner than to a throne
with any other man. It was more for him
than for herself that she wanted the five
hundred pounds to start a beer garden.
She could see herself in a red dress with
bracelets on her beautiful arms, admired
by all, but always most admired by her great
strong man, who had fiung the bully of the
docks over his head, and could toss a barrel
of ale as a boy would a ball.
So it came to be a daily thought with her
that little Maggie was to fall off the docks
and drift lifeless and cold among '^he weeds
and ropes that the tide brought )
But it was not so easy to make Sam will-
ing to do his part; he had always a kind word
for the little orphan, and shrank from Pau-
line's request, though she explained over and
over again that it was only a row out far
enough so no frightened scream would reach
the shore, and throw the child out of the
boat. She would do it herself only she
would be missed from the bar at night. At
last she was forced to call him a coward,
and to threaten to marry the Captain of the
Raven, who courted her so boldly. A fierce
desire to slug the wily Captain rose in the
thing that did duty for the big boatman's
heart; but he saw that he would be no
nearer winning Pauline even if he gratified
this desire, as she promised to wed him as
soon as little Maggie was buried, but fiatly
refused to do so on any other conditions.
After all, it was an easy thing to do, and
there was no danger of discovery, he said
to himself, as he rowed swiftly away from
the red harbor lights that leered through
the darkness like great blood-shot eyes.
"Be's you tired Sam?" the low childish
voice boomed on his ears like the sound of a
cannon.
"No," but how strangled and imnatural
his voice sounded. *The child slipped from^
the seat and crept to his side. Deftly dodg-
ing the hand with whlcAi he was pulling the
oar, she climbed to his knee, and putting her
littie cheek against his, she said, "Ton be's
tryin' not to cry, Sam; I often does that;
then it chokes in here," laying her littie fin-
gers softly on his bull throat. "I know Pau-
line hurts you with' the hard stick and with
her eyes as she does with me; but don't cry,
Sam, I loves you and I'se your own littie
Maggie."
He tried to put her away, but she clung to
him with the loving faith of childhood; but
he was only trying to hide his tears, and by-
and-bye he let the oars drop and sat still
listening to her childish prattie. The dark-
ness drew still thicker, the black water lap-
ped hungrily at the side of the boat, and the
child shivered with cold. Mechanically he
took off his coat and wrapped her in it; he
felt the littie head nestiing above his heavily
beating heart, the soft dimpled hands strok-
ing his face as she told him how lonely she
was without her sick mamma, and how she
had no one but Sam to love her now. Then
the moon rose suddenly from the black
water and glowed like a great white fire,
that lighted up the child's face with a
pale radiance as she cried out that her
dead mother was looking at her from the
sky. The boatman set her in the bottom of
the boat and pulled doggedly back to the
shore. It was long past midnight when
Pauline opened the door for him, and when
she saw the chixd in his arms her rage knew
no bounds. She threatened to denounce him
for past crimes to the officers of the law;
she vowed she would give a favorable an-
swer to the Captain, and she stood at the bar
of the "Shady Side" next day, laughing as
she drank mild ale against the Captain's
whiskies, while he chucked her under the
chin. In her heart she hated him for his
assurance, and resolved that Sam should
beat him for it on another day; but now she
knew that the boatman was watching them
through the dirty window, and she paased
him on her return without a look. He fol-
lowed her gloomily, and, when they were at
the door, she asked him with cutting scorn
if he wanted her help in a fight with
a child.
"I'll kill that Captain," he said, breathhig
heavily.
"You kill him?" she laughed scornfully;
"Tou dare not toss a kitten out of a boat,"
but she drew him into the house and closed
the door. An hour later when he came out
he was saying:
"Get your wedding finery, an' speak to fid-
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dling Billy, for there'll be no fllnchin' this
time; she'll be a corpse when the tide
fetches in its bodies again."
Neither of them spoke when she put the
child in his bo2:t that night, but when she
pressed his hand she shivered because it was
like the clammy coldness of the drowned.
He did not look back at the harbor lights
to-night; he stared straight ahead and pulled
with a desperate energy that brought the
sweat in great drops upon his low forehead.
He did not see the child leave her seat;
he did not know she was coming till she
crept under the oars and nestled in his
breast.
"Be's you goin* to take me to wide every
night, Sam, mavoumeen?" she asked as she
pressed her cheek to his. The little cheek
was wet with tearsr and the little mouth
that tried to still its quivering as she kissed
him, made something in his soul stir into
the first life it had ever felt.
"Sam," she said, with pretty confidence in
his interest in her, "Sister Pauline doesn't
want me; I knows she doesn't and only for
you I'd have no one but my guardian angel
to care for me."
"Your what?" he remembered to have
heard something about angels, but he had
never supposed they approached the docks.
Softly the child told him the story of the
guardian angels that her little Irish mother
had so often related to her, and with a faith
that carried conviction to his mind, she ex-
plained that he, too, was watched and wept
over by a faithful angel.
He could not help listening, and in his ig-
norant way he felt that his shrinking from
murder was the restraining touch of some
mighty spirit; and all the while he knew
that he must do it, for he saw no way, no life
except that of the docks, and life without
Pauline was worse than any death. He tried
to understand what the child was telling of
the spirit that never dies, but his mind
could not take it in. Then the moon rose
and looked upon them with a blinding white
light that seemed to show the murderous
deed in his heart to a thousand watching
angels who whispered that the child would
not be dead though he drowned her each
night for ages. He let the boat drift with-
out knowing when he dropped the oars;
the moonlight and the thought of immor-
tality blinded him, while the sense of hurry
maddened him, as it came with the insistent
thought that Pauline was watching for his
return, wondering why he staid so long. All
round him stretched the mysterious white-
ness of the moon-lit water; but close to the
boat where his shadow fell it was black
as ink. Not the throbbing of a steam-tug
or dip of an oar broke the breathless still-
ness. The child's head sank on his shoulder
and she slept. He pressed his rough, beard-
ed cheek fp her innocent face and rose,
swaying in the boat as he stood. He had
no definite purpose — ^all was confusion in
his mind; he could clearly grasp but one
condition — he could not face Pauline with
the deed undone, and — he could not do It.
He drew the coat over the child's face that
the moonlight made so white, and holding
her close to his bosom, sprang Into the
dark water. It closed over his head as a
cloud passed over the moon; when the cloud
passed, the moonlight touched with silver
some bubbles that were rising to the surface
of the water.
When the tide came in again, a girl with
wild, agonized eyes, tore her long black
hair and shrieked as the dock-hands lifted
Slugging Sam's heavy dead body from the
drift and laid it on the dripping boards.
"He was c strong swimmer," they said.
"But then, what chance had he with little
Maggie clasped so close in his arms?"
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COFFEE CULTURE IN MEXICO.
BY LAURENCE M. TERRY.
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(»^ world,
EXICO, while one of the greatest
producing countries in the
oddly enough furnishes only
small proportion of her coffee-crop
to native consumers, the greater part of it
being shipped as fast as grown and cured
to her neighboring Republic , the United
States of America.
The Mexicans themselves have never been
coffee-drinkers, — this is partly due to the
fact that the aromatic oean has been grown
by them for only about a hundred years:
besides they have for so long been accus-
tomed to the use of atole, chocolate, and
pulque, that coffee does not appeal to them
as it does to the Anglo-Saxon and the vari-
ous European and Asiatic peoples, all of
whom consume it in large quantities.
Chocolate, which Mexicans as a rule drink
in preference to coffee, is, unlike that latter,
indigenous to Mexico, from whence it was
first introduced into Europe in the year
1770. Long before the Spanish Conquest
of Mexico, the Aztecs and those other pre-
historic races of Mexico, prepared the bev-
erage by mixing the ground seeds of the
cacao with 'certain spices" and fine corn
meal: the resultant drink they called
**chocolatl," a name which has since been
corrupted into the present day "chocolate."
And even to this day, the high-class Mex-
icans, the "hot country" people of Mexico,
and even the half-civilized Indian of the re-
mote Interior places, remain faithful to
their "choclatl."
Pulque, the fermented product of the ma-
guey plant, wi-*ch is imbibed very largely
by the Mexicans of the table lands, can
hardly be classed as a "beverage" — rather
is it an "intoxicant." For, while it cheers,
it also inebriates to an alarming extent, and
to its inordinate use is largely attributed
the almost brutalized condition of its peon
imbibers, whose moral, mental and physical
stamina is of the very lowest.
Foreigners traveling in the peon-popu-
lated portions of the Mexican Republic
are often puzzled over their inability to
obtain a cup of cofFee, even though they
may at the time be in the midst of extensive
coffee regions. Chocolate one can always
have, no matter how small or poor tlxe In-
dian meson may be: atole, (also a beverage
of the Aztecs) is generally to be found any
and everywhere, while tc dc ojas or orange
leaf tea (made by pouring hot water on
orange leaves) can be purchased in both
the "hot" and "cold" countries of Mexico.
As has been stated, coffee is not indigen-
ous to Mexico: the aromatic bean had never
been seen there until about the year 1800,
when a rich Spanish planter who had grown
coffee in the West Indies, conceived the
idea of trying it in Mexico. His experiment
turned out to be more than successful: other
Mexican hacendados or planters became
imbued with the coffee-growing enthusiasm,
and the cultivation of coffee in Mexico has
so developed during the last ninety years
that to-day it forms one of the Republic's
principal industries— an Indnsti-y, muilOver,
which is a very profitable one.
Perhaps one of the most encouraging fea-
tures in coffee growing is that, in Mexico,
the shrub flourishes almost equally well at
different altitudes, and in varying climes,
from the temperate plains of Puebla to
the hot, damp lowlands of Vera Cruz,
Oaxaca, Tabasco, and even the Isthmus.
However, in the extreme Northern States
of Chihuahua, Coahuila and Nuevo Leon,
coffee would not be apt to thrive, owing to
the cold weather, frosts and snows frequent
there, and which are almost unknown in
the more tropical Southern Mexican States.
In Mexico are grown two different vari-
eties of coffee, according to the varying alti-
tudes and climes. That which thrives best
in the temperate or table-lands is the "coffea
arabica," which Is something like Mocha.
It is a hardy, shrubby evergreen, varying in
height from five to seven feet, and is rather
less easily affected by adverse weather or
other contingencies than the hot-country
variety, which is similar to the Java coffee-
shrub. The later particularly flourishes
well In the hot moist climate of Vera Cruz
and the Isthmus, whero the trees grow to
a considerable height, and where danger
from blight, from insects or frosts being
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eliminated, the returns from its cultivation
are particularly remunerative and gratify-
ing.
Possibly the greatest drawback to coffee-
growing lies in the fact that, where a plan-
tation is newly cleared and cultivated, from
four to five years is needed for the entire
process. And where a man is impatient
for results, or wishes to realize more quick-
ly from his labors, this one fact would prove
prohibitive. On already established plan-
tations, which are in full bearing, this draw-
back naturally does not figure at all.
However, to "begin at the beginning":
In Mexico, coffee plants are mostly propa-
gated by seeds, and the seedlings are either
raised in smaxi beds or nurseries, or
planted under the shade of cultivated trees.
These seedlings are never transplanted
into their patches until they are at least
eight months old, at which time they are
generally strong and hardy. When trans-
planted, they are placed at certain set dis-
tances from each other, so that the trees,
upon reaching their full growth, will not en-
croach upon one another's territory. Gener-
ally, the little plants are set from six to ten
feet apart.
Once having been transplanted, the only
necessary caution is to keep the treelets
free from weeds, shading them upon occa-
sion from the too hot rays of the sun, also
topping and pruning them (but this only
at the option of the grower, since coffee-
growers do not approve of the pruning and
topping process) in order to confine the sap
to the parent bush and lower limbs, thereby
preventing the "running to weed" which
would otherwise be the case.
Coffee trees rarely fiower before they have
been transplanted for twenty months, they
being then from three to four years old. At
that time, their foliage is a vivid, lustrous
green, the blooms and subsequent berries
growing along the twigs sometimes in small
clusters, though oftener in single blooms
and berries. It is generally during the
months of January, February and March
that the coffee bushes begin to break out
into small fragrant white blooms, which
in turn (about July or later) are superseded
by the small green berries. In September
these berries begin to mature: by the end
of October and November, they are quite
ripe; then the picking and harvesting begins.
When ripe, the coffee berries are a deep
red, or reddish-brown in color, and their
picking is perforce a slow and tedious pro-
cess, since each berry must be picked by
hand, one at a time, each one being dropped
as it is picked, into the basket which the
picker — ^generally a peon woman or child —
wears suspended from the neck. For such
work the picker in paid at the rate of twen-
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ty-five cents per basket of berries (about
twelve cents United States currency) each
basket containing from ten to fifteen pounds
of coffee.
The first yield of a coffee tree is gener-
ally from two to four ounces per year: the
second crop yields twice as much, and the
third crop, when it is in full bearing, is
double the yield of the previous year, run-
ning as high as 1.5 pounds. Coffee planters
consider that one pound of berries per tree
in an average return. This, however, is a
very conservative estimate, since in most
cases and particularly in the tropical
States of Oaxace, Chiapas and Vera Cruz,
reports very often show a yield of five
pounds of coffee to the tree!
The picking of a coffee crop being con-
cluded, the next process is to dry, hull and
prepare it for marketing. This, when car-
ried out in the native fashion, is of necessity
a lengthy proceeding. Many foreign-owned
coffee plantations in accessible regions, such
as Jalapa, Coatapec, Cordoba, and even on
the Isthmus, where there are penetrating
railway and steamboat lines, employ modem
machinery for the cleaning, hulling and pre-
Wring of coffee. In other more remote dis-
tricts, where there are no railways or
steamer lines, freight rates per pack mules
and burros are so high as to be absolutely
prohibitive: in these cases, up-to-date
methods are perforce let alone, and the old-
fashioned processes of drying, hulling, and
fanning, are used.
In the preliminary drying, all berries gath-
ered during one day are placed on petatea or
straw mats, on which they are spread in
thin layers, none of them being allowed to
pile up. Next day, when the sun is fully up,
these berries are removed from the mats
to the drying yard or patio, where they are
again spread out in thin layers. While
on this drying patio, the berries are con-
stantly stirred about and turned over many
times, so as to render them quite dry.
Afterwards follows flailing, or threshing in
the native fashion, in which the peons
merely tread on the coffee with their bare
feet, thereby roughly separating the chaff
or outer husk from the berry.
In the last and final cleaning, the natives
place the berries in a large stone mortar.
After being well pounded therein, the husk
is separated from the berry by being poured
from a basket poised on the cleaner's
shoulder on to a mat below, the chaff being
fanned from the stream of coffee while it is
pouring slowly to the ground, both by the
breeze, and by the rapid fanning of a palma
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or fan held in the cleaner's other hand.
Naturally, the up-to-date coffee-planters
who use instead of the above primitive
methods, modern pulpers, hullers, and fan-
ners, get the requisite cleaning and hulling
accomplished about ten times as rapidly
and satisfactorily, with none of the damage
to the berrico which almost always accrues
from pursuing the rude native method.
Now that the coffee is cleaned, it is
placed in storage, where it is classified and
sacked for market. Generally put up in
"bultos" or sacks, weighing from 150 to 200
pounds, the coffee is ready to be transported
to the nearest shipping station. For coffee
plantations surrounding and near .Talapa,
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Cordoba, and Coatapec, the station is al-
ways Vera Cruz, whence Mexican coffee
is sent to many different parts of the world.
By way of the American Ward Line of
steamers the berry is freighted to New
York, to Baltimore, and to other parts of the
United States; the French Transatlantique
Line, plying between Vera Cruz and the dif-
ferent French ports, takes over many tons
of coffee to France; the Liverpool and other
English vessels carry large shipments to
the British Isles, while the numerous tramp
vessels constantly to be found in Vera Cruz
harbor load up with coffee to any port de-
sired.
Many planters of coffee in Mexico, while
waiting the maturity of their first crop, de-
So far as Mexican labor is concerned, it
is hardly probable that cheaper labor can
be found anywhere in the world — China ex-
cepted. And, in spite of his cheapness, the
Mexican peon is often very tractable, willing,
and physically very strong. Beginning work
on the plantations early in the morning,
with only a slight intermission at noon,
in which to partake of their tortillas and fri-
joles, the peons will labor steadily until
night-fall, when in payment of their day's
toil they receive sums varying from thirty-
five to fifty cents Mexican money, (or from
seventeen to twenty-five cents in United
States money) which to them is a small
fortune.
To a planter familiar with the peons of
Native Sorters at work.
vote themselves in the interim to the grow-
ing of other tropical crops, which readily
flourish and mature along with the coffee
crop. For all of Mexico's tropical fruits,
such as pineapples, oranges, bananas, cacao,
vanila, or even tobacco, corn and sugar-cane,
there is a constantly increasing demand, and
a very good feature of coffee growing is
the fact that right along with the coffee
trees almost any of the above enumerated
crops can be planted and advantageously
raised, thus enabling a progressive planter
to "kill several birds with one stone," and
thereby largely add to the already good
profits to be derived from his crop of coffee.
Ceylon or Indian tea-plantations, the black
of the Southern States of America, or of the
West Indies, the Mexican peon is a more
or less acceptable laborer; others, who have
been used to only the skilled labor of white
people, in whatever part of the world, will
never have much success with the peon.
He is, to begin with, a very tender plant,
and you have, in order to get any results
whatever out of him, a great deal of cod-
dling, persuading, and brow-beating, to go
through with. He has, and always will have,
a great notion of his own dignity, and more
or less suspicion of the "Gringo," or white
man who employs him.
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It is rarely that a peon trusts the foreign
"Gringo" — at this one can scarcely wonder!
For, from the time of Hernan Cortez, three
hundred years ago, the peon has been
banged about from pillar to post, employed
in the worst kind of slavery, and generally
treated like a dog by his heartless Spanish
taskmaster. Little wonder, is it then, that
he distrusts the white man, no matter of
what nationality — "all coons look alike to
him" — and this very attitude of his toward
the foreign planters in Mexico, coupled with
his own lazy and dolce far niente "manana"
methods combine to render him, in spite
of his cheapness, a very undesirable and
inadequate employee.
The Mexican peon is, usually the most
independent being in existence; he may be
without a centavo, or a place in which to
lay his head, yet he would far rather loaf
in the warm sunshine, half starving and half
clad, than to work on a feast day, or deal
with a personally distasteful master.
Particularly is this true of the Oaxaca
Indian, the purest-blooded, most industrious
and least manageable tribe of Indians in
Mexico. Even though offered extraordinar-
ily good wages by desperate coffee-planters
— whose entire crop may be decaying un-
picked before their eyes, for want of labor-
ers— the independent "Mixteca" or "Ser-
rano" Indian will emit a scornful grunt,
and then proceed stolidly with the
planting of the small crop of com, beans,
or alfalfa, and the tending of a small grove
of orange or coffee trees. Many of these
Oaxaca Indians, it may be said, make quite
a little sum out of their own humble coffee
transactions.
Living in their own small, almost inacces-
sible mountain pueblos, where they have
their own sub-government, rude printing-
presses, minor law-makers of their own
choosing, and where they can raise and bar-
ter as they please their small coffee-crops,
it is hardly .remarkable that these Oaxaca
"Serranos" prefer to "run their own show"
in preference to laboring on the foreigners'
coffee "fincas." Many of these same Indians
by the way, are very wealthy; they live
frugal lives, work hard in the open air, and
partake of no alcoholic drinks (alcohol be-
ing as poison, where Indians are concerned.)
They are often known to live to a green old
age, from one hundred years to one hun-
dred and fifteen; and as fighters and "Cain-
raisers" (as also coffee-raisers) they are not
by any manner of means to be despised.
Often you will notice these vendors of
coffee, in Oaxaca — capital of the great coffee-
growing State of the same name — carrying
heavy bags of the far-famed Oaxaca coffee,
they trudge into town, always conspicuous
by reason of their splendid physique and
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pure white manta garments — even their wo-
men wearing solely white rebozos (or
scarfs) instead of the generally accepted
one of pretty blue. Few of these Indians
speak or understand Spanish, and their traf-
fic with the shopkeepers, to whom they will
trade a large sack of coffee, taking in ex-
change cloth, ammunition, teads, and other
trinkets, is amusing to witness.
Of late, some of the largest coffee-plant-
ers in Mexico are solving the labor ques-
tion by the importation from China of
coolies or laborers. This, if entered into to
any great extent, will probably prejudice
the native peon laborer's chances, but it
cannot well be helped — as a Westerner
would say, "He must either put up or shut
up."
In the case of Chinese laborers, the Celes-
tial, by reason of his energy, industry, and
desire to amass money, is as good a servant
as one can ask; he is perfectly content to
work steadily year in and year out, with
never a day off, or a fiesta to observe;
he is cheap, and, above all, he has none of
the exalted ideas of his own dignity and
importance which are only too common
among the Mexican peons.
The question of labor, then, being satisfac-
torily arranged, coffee-planting in Mexico
will doubtless prove more profitable and eas-
ily carried on than it has in the past. Lands
are cheap and easily obtained; the laws of
Mexico are thought to be as good as those
of any other Republic; the climate is as
nearly perfect as one can find on this terres-
trial globe; and take it all in all, a coffee-
plantation in the tropics is no bad abiding
place, always provided one doesn't object
to loneliness.
In regard to the quality of Mexican coffee,
'the demand for it, the amount of it exported
particularly to the United States of America,
and the profit to be made on its cultivation,
statistics will easily give one accurate and
satisfactory answers to the above questions.
It may not come amiss here to state that
the coffee of Mexico, and particularly that
of Uruapam, and Oaxaca, is admitted to be
quite as good as coffee raised anywhere
else in the world, many coffee-drinkers, in-
deed, preferring Uruapam coffee to any
other, Java and Mocha not excepted.
Ever since Mexico became recognized as
a grower of coffee, and her product fully
equal in quantity and quality to that of Bra-
zil, the Indies, and other coffee-raising coun-
tries, there has been a steady demand for
"caf§ Mexicana"; often, indeed, the supply
has not been equal to the demand.
Prices have always been held very firm,
and the United States in particular has
imported tremendous quantities of Mexican
coffee. In the year 1899, for example, Mex-
ico's shipments of coffee to the United States
more than doubled in quantity and value
those for the same period of the preceding
year.
In one month alone of the year 1898 coffee
shipments amounted to 808,000 pounds, val-
ued at $73,962, and in the same month of
1899 they had increased to 2,358,225 pounds,
valued at $205,218.
Finally, as to the question of profit from
coffee-planting, this depends almost alto-
gether on the ability, the energy, and the
steadiness of the planter. Coffee-growing,
like gold-mining, cotton-growing, and news-
paper running, has to be backed by a certain
amount of judgment and brain power. How-
ever, it is a fact that men who have failed
in newspaper running and gold mining have
made money in Mexico through the growing
of coffee. And after all, even though one
may not make a large and extensive fortune
out of it, there is not the chance to lose a
great amount of money in the business.
And this is certainly a qualifying feature
which is not to be sneezed at.
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BY JANE NEARLEIN.
rT~7 HE Swiss are a great people. Of that
J=|^, I think every one is convinced, and
I he who visits Switzerland for the
first time cannot fail to observe
their matchless handicraft. They not only
keep the best hotels in the world, and make
the best cheese, clocks, and watches, but
they show themselves artists in the super-
iority of their wood carving and in the mas-
sive, but pleasing, style of their architec-
ture. Frugal, plodding, progressive, indus-
trious, honest, and ambitious, are adjectives
that apply to the "Switzers," who occupy the
pisturesque Swiss cantons among the Alps.
While a great deal has already been writ-
ten of Switzerland and its beautiful lakes
and mountains, there is still a great deal
more to be said, and I sigh that my pen
is not a brush, for I could then, perhaps,
give a series of pictures of the lovely coun-
try and its people, which would bring you in
touch with the life, customs, and surround-
ings of the fair-haired race who boast of
a descent that dates back to the time of the
fascinating and mysterious Lake Dwellers;
to a sturdy homely, ingenious people, keenly
alive to this progressive age, to a brave,
loyal race who now so thoroughly enjoy the
peace and prosperity which the cantonal
system affords them.
Switzerland is as rich in legend and folk-
lore as it is in its unrivaled scenery, and
every city, town, lake and mountain pass
has associated with its history a fairy-like
legend, often startlingly improbable, but so
interwoven with the surroundings, so
naively told as to be believed in toto, and
always associatea in memory's archives with
some charming spot. In Switzerland the
historian, painter, and writer can never
lack for material, and the geologist must
find plently to occupy his time and atten-
tion in describing the character of the high
and lofty rocks, the glaciers and the moun-
tains.
From Milan to Lucerne by the great St.
Gotthard line is a charming trip, and with
one exception the most picturesque and va-
ried line in Europe. From Milan to Chiasso,
the frontier, the ride through the Italian
lake section is ideal, for Como is seen in
all of its loveliness. Then on to Lugano, and
close at hand towers the lofty and impres-
sive Generoso, the Italian Rigi. In this lo-
cale are the vast wine districts of the coun-
try, and at Bellinzona, another locomotive
is taken on for the ascent of the snow-clad
Alps. So much is there to see upon all
sides that Airolo and the entrance to the
great tunnel are all too quickly reached.
Slowly the train has climbed up the rugged
mountains, through the gorge of Dazio
Grande, one of the most awe-inspiring of
ravines, and through which the Ticino
rushes down in a series of pretty cascades.
Airolo, then presto ! and you are in the tun-
nel for twenty minutes, coming out at Gos-
chenen, having covered nine and a quarter
miles, 6076 feet, below the Kastelhorn, under
which it passes. All the world is familiar
with this great feat of railway engineering,
for at the opening, in 1882, the details of
the work were heralded from pole to i)ole,
and the ten years of hard labor rewarded.
So accurate was the plan that the boring,
which took over seven years, and which was
carried on simultaneously from either end,
met to almost an inch at the finish. Most
deplorable was it that the engineer, M.
Louis Favre, could not have lived to witness
this, the culminating triumph of his skill,
but fate had decreed otherwise, and he died
suddenly one day of apoplexy in the tunnel
just eight months before his gigantic under-
taking was successfully tetrminated. And
yet I am sure that had he been permitted*
to choose the place in which to bid good-bye
to this world he would have selected this
same St. Gotthard tunnel as a fitting spot
in which to lay aside all care and trouble
for eternal rest.
From Goschenen to Erstfeld the ride down
the mountains by means of the many spiral
tunnels is exciting and fascinating, and you
are in a constant state of perplexity and
doubt as to just where you came from and
just where you are going, for it is impossible
to trace the way. Often you emerge from
the tunnel directly below the spot where
you entered it but a few moments before.
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and there is a wondrous multiplicity of turns
and twists; on and on, each and every pic-
ture more lovely until the little village of
Altorf is reached, and you are in the very
heart of the Tell district, for Altorf is cele-
brated as the scene of the well-known story
in the life of the hero, William Tell, who, at
the command of the tyrant Gessler shot an
apple from the head of his idolized son. The
spot where the lad stood is now marked by
a handsome fountain, the tree against which
he leaned having been blown down in 1567,
while the spot where the father stood is
marked by a colossal statue of the hero in
plaster, erected by the riflemen of Zurich.
About a mile from Altorf is Burglen, the
birth-place and home of Tell. Here stands
by shrieks in the old tower, from which the
ghost of the baron is seen flying, pursued
by a maiden all in white, until with a wild
yell of terror he plunges into the lake and
disappears.
Lucerne is one of the most attractive
spots to tourists in all Switzerland, and the
hotels are always crowded the entire season.
It is an ancient walled city, taking its name
from a tower, in which in olden days a light
was always kept burning. It is built upon
both sides of the river Keuss, and connected
by bridges, four in all. The two old ones,
the Kapell Brucke, and the Muhl Brucke, be-
ing most curious and interesting, the first
being open at the sides, but covered with a
quaint roof, to the beams of which are hung
The Rigi.
a quaint little chapel, with frescoes of
events in the life of Tell, and near the bridge
over the Schachenbach is the spot where
the hero lost his life trying to save a child
who was being swept down the stream dur-
ing a flood.
Some twenty-five miles before Lucerne is
reached is the little Lowerzer See, and on
a small island, called Schwanau, is a ruined
castle which tradition tells us was the home
In 1508 of a wicked baron. To this castle
he one day brought a beautiful peasant girl,
whom he kept imprisoned in a tower. Her
enraged relatives and friends stormed the
castle, burnt it to the ground, and killed the
baron. Every year since, it is said, on the
anniversary of his death, a terrific clap of
thunder is heard among the ruins, followed
triangular pictures, some one hundred and
fifty in all, representing scenes from the
lives of St. Leger and St. Maurice, and from
Swiss history. The Muhl Brucke, also cov-
ered, is similarly decoratea with paintings
depicting "The Dance of Death."
From Lucerne there are many delightful
excursions, the ascent of the Rigi, offering,
as it does, a magnificent panorama of the
Alps, some three hundred miles in circum-
ference, being especially attractive. The as-
cent is made from Vitznau on Lake Lucerne,
or Arth-Goldau near Lake Zug, the former
being the most convenient and popular route
affording finer views. The railway, run on
the "rack and pinion" system, attains a
maximum gradient of one in four and cov-
ers about four miles. The speed of running
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never exceeds this. Between the main rails
there is a heavy notched rail which is
gripped by powerful cog-wheels under the
engine, and both engines and carriages have
enormously powerful brakes which can in-
stantaneously stop the train if required. The
engine is placed behind the car as in the
ascent of Mt. Washington, and the carriages
are open upon the sides, so as not to in any
way obstruct the view, a simple roofing
protecting the heads of travelers from the
hot sun. Leaving Vitznau the train creeps
straight up the steep slope, and the view
of the lake begins to open up, while far
above is seen the Hotel Rigi-Kaltbad. Stops
are made at several stations before Kaltbad
is reached, some 4728 feet above the sea.
Here many tourists stop over for a day, for
it is a much frequented health resort, shel-
tered as it is from the winds. Here is a
pretty chapel, St. Michaels, and close by it
is a spring issuing from a solid rock called
Schwesternbom, from the old legend that
three handsome sisters were brought to
the spot by an angel to find refuge from the
disagreeable and unwelcome addresses of
a rich old Austrian bailiff who lived in the
time of Tell. The chapel is hung with
votive offerings of quaint pictures. On the
left wall the Dean of Westminster has
placed a marble tablet in memory of his sis-
ter, Mary Stanley. On the summit Rigl-
Kulm, the views are superb and unfold them-
selves in a series of never to be forgotten
pictures. At Rigl-Kulm, the highest point,
there is a large and comfortable hotel, and
one should pass the night there if possible,
for the sunrise, if seen in all of its beauty,
is a sight that is inspiring. An alpine horn
is blown half an hour before sunrise, and
its warning notes should be heeded, despite
the temptation to take another forty winks,
for the first breaking of the dawn is not to
be overlooked. Some are fortunate enough
to see that curious phenomenon called the
spectre of the Rigi, when the sun throws
on the mist, rising up from the valley
beneath, in clear and defined outline
the shadows of the mountain, and those
who may be on its summit, sometimes
encircling them with a halo of prismatic
colors. But whether this phenomenon is
vouchsafed or not the panorama is beyond
words, and must be seen if Switzerland is
visited. As early as the beginning of the
last century there have been hotels on the
Rigi, for the accommodation of the pilgrims
who fiock there yearly to pray at the shrine
of St. Marie zum Schnee — St. Mary of the
Snow — erected in 1690, ana supposed to
have a most miraculous healing power.
Another pleasant mountain trip is the as-
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cent of Mt. Pilatus, which takes its name
from a legend of Pontius Pilate, who, the
story goes, being banished from Palestine,
after wandering all over Gaul, took refuge
here, and at last, in a fit of remorse, threw
himself into the lake below. The views
are finer than those from the Rigi, and the
ascent now quite safe. The mountain is
looked upon as a sort of huge barometer
by the Lucemers, for if it is hid by clouds
in the morning, they know that the weather
will be fine, but if the summit stands out
bold and clear, rain will most likely follow.
Brunnen, a fascinating village, with its
old Rathaus and its curious frescoes, and
the Kurhaus Axenstein perched high above
the village on the Brandli; Gutsch, a hill
behind the town with lovely lake views;
Grutll, where at midnight 1307 thirty Swiss
patriots met from the three cantons and
took a solemn oath to free their country
from the oppressions of the Austrians; Kuss-
nacht and the Hohle Gasse, where Tell shot
Gessler after his escape from Tell's chapel,
and Immensee, are but a few of the charm-
ing trips out from Lucerne.
Zurich, with its fine situation on the lake
of Zurich, is most modem and imposing.
Its streets are regularly laid out, its build-
ings massive and handsome, and its shops
quite like those found in Paris, London or
Milan. There is not very much to see, but
the city in itself is attractive, the walks
and drives delightful, and the environs pic-
turesque. It is in this city that the traveler
is more than ever impressed with the knowl-
edge that the Swiss are as a class awkward
and plain of face and figure. Soldiers, aristo-
crats, artisans, and peasants lack grace and
comliness, and are strikingly out of harmony
with the architecturally beautiful buildings,
and prettily laid out parks and squares.
Rich silks and brocades, made strictly a la
mode, help the general appearance, but the
fact that they are plain is undeniable, and
though the eyes look out at you from under
masses of soft, fiuffy golden hair, and a skin
that is peach-liKe, the features are inclined
to be coarse ana the carriage lacking in ele-
gance. More honest faces there are not all
Europe over.
They are blest with a sense of humor on
occasions, as the following story will illus-
trate. It was in Zurich that I made the ac-
quaintance of an exceedingly bright waiter.
One day it rained heavily, and, kept in doors,
I determined to spend the day writing home
letters. I rang for the waiter on our fioor,
and requested pen, ink, and paper. I gave
the order in my best French, and sat down
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and waited. In about a quarter of an hour
he came back with the ink and pen and one
sheet of paper and one envelope. I wrote
my letter and then rang and asked for more
stationery. This time he brought me two
sheets and two envelopes. My letters were
long, and I was soon out of paper, but, not
liking to ask again, I waited until after
lunch and then rang and told him to bring
me a dozen sheets and put them on my ac-
count. When he appeared he had three
sheets of paper and no envelopes, though
I did not discover the fact until he had dis-
appeared, so that I was forced to ring again
for envelopes.- My patience was about ex-
hausted, and I W!is sure that my French was
wrong, when the gong sounded for supper,
and I resolved to wait until the next day and
then buy some stationery at one of the
shops. I went to bed early and was soon
asleep. It i id not seem more than half an
hour when I was awakened by a loud knock-
ing at my door, and half asleep I crawled
out of bed and stumbling around the room,
for it was quite dark, found my bath robe
and opened the door, expecting to find a
cablegram recalling me to America. There
stood the long-suffering waiter of the day
before, and in his hand a sheet of paper and
an envelope. "Did you ring for paper and
envelopes," he asked in French with a polite
bow as he handed me the stationery, and I
am sure that I detected a twinkle in his eye
as the candle-light flickered on his face.
"Yes," I said, alive to the situation, and
slamming the door I got back into bed just
as the tower clock close by struck four.
Before going over to Berne I paid a visit
to Binsideln to see the great annual Roman
Catholic pilgrimage, which takes place Sep-
tember 14, and I saw one hundred thousand
pilgrims congregated there. The little vil-
lage is often spoken of as "Notre Dame
Des Brmites," and is made up almost entire-
ly of inns for the sole accommodation of the
pilgrims. The origin of this great gathering
of people is, ^hat during the reign of Charle-
magne, a rich Count of Sulgen, named Mein-
rad, and a member of the renowned Hohon-
zollern family, becoming weary of the world
and its vanities, left his palace on the Nec-
kar, and came to Einsiedeln, then a wilder-
ness, to spend the closing days of his life
in fasting and prayer, and in the worship
of a small image of the blessed Virgin, given
him by St. Hildei;arde,the lovely Abbess of
the church of Notre Dame at Zurich. Two
brigands, learning of his retreat, and think-
ing that gold and jewels might be con-
cealed in his hut muredered him in this
lonely spot in the year 861. They fled at
once, and woul:. have escaped undiscovered
had not two pet ravens of the murc'.ered
Count followed and hovered over them.
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croaking most accursingly ai far as Zurich,
where the attention of the citizens was at-
tracted to the unusual sight, and the vil-
lains were arrested and finally executed. This
miracle invested the spot where the Saint
had lived with such an odor of sanctity
that a Benedictine abbey was founded on
the site of his lonely hut. On the l4th of
September, 948, when the abbey was about
to be dedicated by the Bishop of Constance,
a radiant vision of the Savior, surrounded
by angels, is said to have appeared to him
at midnight, and heavenly voices told him
that the consecration had already been per-
formed by Christ himself. Pope Leo VIII
issued a bull accepting the miracle, and giv-
ing plenary indulgence to all who should
thereafter make pilgrimages to the shrine
of our *'Lady of the Hermit." The offer-
ings of the pilgrims made the abbey one
of the richest in Switzerland, and the abbots
W3re created Princes of the Empire by Ru-
dolph of Hapsberg, which title they still
bear in the Roman Catholic cantons. Dur-
ing the revolution of 1798 the invading
French army carried away many of the most
costly treasures to Paris, but the monkd
saved the sacred image of the Virgin which
had been so devoutly worshiped by St. Mein-
rad. For. several years they took refuge
in the mountains of the Tyrol, returning to
the abbey in 1803, and in 1861, the one thou-
sandth anniversary of the death of the Saint
was celebrated. The abbey has been par-
tially destroyed by fire several times, but al-
ways restored.
The Chapel of the Virgin, protected by an
iron railing, and illuminated by constantly
burning lamps, is the shrine in which is
kept the little figure of the Virgin that be-
longed to St. Meinrad. It is richly dressed
in gold brocade, and fairly glitters with
gold and rare, precious stones. Round the
chapel walls are hung grotesque votive
tablets depicting every conceivable ill that
human flesh is heir to. Here on the 14th
of September tne pilgrims assemble, many
of them of the poorer classes, who, for a
fee, make the pilgrimage for their richer
brethren. In front of the abbey is a foun-
tain of black marble with fourteen jets,
where, according to tradition, our Savior
drank after appearing to the Bishop cf Con-
stance. Here all of the pilgrims drink in
commemoration of the blessed consecration.
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BY JAMES MATLOCK SCOVEL.
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SPENT two hours at dinner at Cham-
berlain's with the late John J. Ingalls
X before he went to Kansas on his quest
for Senatorial re-election. He was not
averse to the pleasures of the table, but
being by no means robust he indulged
sparingly. A couple of spring lamb chops,
a salad of Florida tomatoes, two glasses of
claret, and a cup of black coffee constituted
his entire dinner. But he enjoyed it The
Senator kept up a running fire of bright
sayings, coments upon public men and meas-
ures, from the President down to Senators
and members of Congress, most of which
cannot be repeated without betrayal of con-
fidence.
"I was bom," he said, "in the town of
Midleton, Essex county, Mass., on December
29, 1833. My original ancestor In America
on my father's side was Edmund Ingalls, or
'Ingall,' as it was then written, who, with
his brother Francis, removed from West
England in 1828 and founded the city of
Lynn in Essex county. His mother, bom
Eliza Chase, was a descendant of Aquila
Chase, who settled in New Hampshire in
1630, so that on both sides I come from an
unboken strain of Puritan blood without any
intermixture.
"My parents were in a middle condition of
life. My father was a man of unusual in-
telligence, who was intended for one of the
learned professions, but on account of fail-
ing health entered the mercantile business
as a wholesale manufacturer of boots and
shoes. He continued in business, but with
varying success, until about 1861, when he
retired from active life.
"I am the oldest of nine children, of whom
six besides myself now survive, two sisters
having died in infanacy. They said I was
a delicate child and, my father says, proco-
cious in my intellectual development, and
able to read intelligently when I was two
years old. I can hardly believe it, but he
informs me that my disposition was exces-
sively sensitive, shy, and diffident, and I
certainly did not then give promise of that
•virility and audacity' which my enemies
say I have displayed in the Senate. I stud-
ied at the public schools until the age of 16,
and began my .study preparatory for college
under a private tutor.
"I come from a long-lived stock. My
mother's father died in 1870 at the age of
90, and some of his ancestors reached the
century line. My father, bom in 1810, and
my mother, bom in 1812, are both living in
the city of Haverhill, Mass. My earliest
intellectual activity found expression in
verse. I commenced keeping a journal
when I was 13 years of age and continued
it for a great many years. When I was 14
years of age i was an occasional contributor
to many local and metropolitan newspapers,
but always anonymously. I contributed some
poetical articles to a paper published by
B. P. ShiUaber (Mrs. Partington), called
the "Carpet Bag," and subsequently for that
most delightful periodical the Knicker-
bocker Magazine, published by Lewis Qay-
lord Clark, long since deceased. I contri-
buted to the Boston Transcript and to the
local papers of Haverhill.
"When I acquired the necessary knowl-
edge of Greek and Latin and higher mathe-
matics I was admitted to the freshman
class in Williams College in September, 1851
Dr. Mark Hopkins was then the president.
Many of my fellow student at this institu-
tion afterwards achieved distinction and
even prominence in political and other walks
of life. Dr. Hopkins showed his most con-
spicuous intellectual activity from 1845 to
1860. Among my schoolmates were Phineas
W. Hitchcock, sometime United States Sena-
tor from Nebraska; Charles Elliott Fitch,
nephew of Elliott, the celebrated painter;
Norman Seaver, afterwards a famous prea-
cher of Boston, who exhibited extraordinary
Intellectual powers, and was a Doctor of
Divinity, it is said, at the earliest age at
which any clergyman ever received that
degree in the United States; Charles A.
Stoddard, who married a daughter of Dr.
Prime and became associate editor of the
New York Observer; the Rev. Abbott Kit-
tredge, since famous as a leading clergy-
man of the Presbyterian denomination in
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Chicago; ahd» perhaps the most famous of
all, James A. Garfield, who was a distant
kinsman of mine, as was Qenerkl Rufus
Ingalls, Quartermaster of the United States
Army, and a life-long and faithful friend
of (General Orant. I met Hitchcock for
the first time after graduation in the marble
room of the Senate in 1873, the former liav-
ing preceded me as a member of that body
by two years. I corresponded, after our
graduation, with Garfield, but we did not
meet again until eighteen years later, when
I sought him on the fioor of the House of
Representatives for the purpose of renew-
ing our acquaintance. Garfield had changed
beyond recognition. At the college he was
an awkward boy, a youth of large stature,
with very light, tnough exceedingly bright
blue eyes, a sparse yellow beard that dis-
closed the peculiar protrusion of his mouth,
which is a characteristic in all his portraits.
When a college boy, in dress and appearance
he was extremely rustic, and with a voice
and air which were thought to betoken a
devout and successful country clergyman,
rather than to give promise of the extraor-
• dlnary elevation which he attained in after
life. But when I met him in Congress his
beard had thickened, his complexion had
become more opaque, his stature was heav-
ier, and his shoulders were rounded and
j drooped. But the same efTusive and warmly
demonstrative manner remained in him, and
he greeted me with as much enthusiasm
and pleasure as if we were boys again on
the old college campus. Our intercourse
and friendship continued until Garfield's
death. If, as they tell me, my childhood
was marked by unusual difildence, I got
over it early, and displayed a pugnacious
disposition which seems to have gained upon
\ me steadily. When I was about to graduate
I delivered a scathing review of the faculty
of our college, taking as my subject "Mum-
my Liife," and I treated it in such a manner
as to horrify my own mother, who had come
to see me graduate, as well as the entire
faculty. The college professors thought to
head me off by revising my oratory, and
cutting the heart out of it. But when I
came to speak I added all they had omitted
and paid my respects to the faculty in some
trenchant words of criticism. They debated
for some time whether they should hold
my diploma, but they said that my oration
had so much wit and pith to it that, while
it cut deeply, they admitted a great deal of
it was true. I got my diploma in 1864, and
Williams College has since honored me by
conferring on me the degree of LL. D.
Like Alexander Hamilton, I have been com-
pelled to fight the battles of my country and
the struggles of fortune at the same time.
I suppose I was worth $50,000 when I came
to the Senate nearly eighteen years ago.
But the most prudent Senator with a large
family of children cannot well do more
than live respectably and keep up with the
exigencies of a Senatorial position and
the exacting demands of Washington so-
ciety on his $5,000 salary. I never believed,
as others do, in arguing cases before the
United States Supreme Court on questions
which^ are likely to come before the Senate
to be voted on by the members of that body.
"Living so far from my constituents in
Kansas, I have been compelled practically
to abandon for the public service the prac-
tice of my profession, the law, which before
I entered the public service yielded me a
handsome sum every year. I had just fin-
ished my house, which burned down, entail-
ing on me a loss of some |20,000, and some
unfortunate endorsements cost me |40,000
worth of property to pay notes on which I
was simply an accommodation endorser.
Another loss which I feel more deeply than
the loss of my house was the manuscript of
a semi-political novel, which was destroyed
in the mansion, and upon which I had spent
two years of faithful labor; and I do not
think that eminent Scotchman, Thomas Car-
lyle, could have groaned or sorrowed .any
more over the total destruction by -fire of
one of his volumes of the French Revolvttan
than I did over my first-bom novel. I;h%Ye
been offered by one publisher $50,000 to re-
produce it, and as soon as I have time I ex-
pect to find a publisher for this work. I
have already had offers from Lippincott ft
Co. and other publishers, but will wait until
I finish the book."
When asked about the number of million-
aires in the Senate, the Senator replied:
"The popular impression, as in many other
things, is clearl wrong, that the members
of the United States Senate are principally
millionaires. The Southern Senators, as a
class, are not rich men, and are, as a rule,
dependent on their salaries. Outside of Ice-
land Stanford, Jones of Nevada, Hearst of
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of Michigan, McPherson of New Jersey, Don
Cameron of Pennsylvania, and one or two
others, I do not now recall any other mil-
lionaires in the history of the Senate. Quay
may be a rich man, but nobody seems to
know how much the silent man from Beaver
is worth. Edmunds of Vermont is not worth
over 1200,000, all of which, I suppose, he has
earned by the law, which is no more than
any brilliant lawyer may naturally expect
to accrue from a life-time devotion to that
profession."
I dined not long ago with a Senator who
has served twelve years consecutively with
the senior Senator from Kansas. After a
generous bottle, a broiled North Carolina
shad, and an entree of frog's legs, the Sena-
tor proceeded to talk about Ingalls*
''There were many men," he said, "in this
'cloud-capped arena of th6 gods,' as Oregon
Nesmith (once a Senator) called this au-
gust body, closer to Senator Ingalls than I
was. But I regarded him as a man of re-
markable genius. Since Henry Ward
Beecher died, no man known to me pos-
sessed such an admirable and scholarly
command of the English language as the
Senator from Kansas. He never hesitated
for the reluctant, hiding, best word, and his
diction was apt and ornate, and he never
lacked for what William Wirt, the greatest
lawyer of Maryland, called 'the ready use
of the blood-letting personality in debate.'
"Senator McPherson of New Jersey, in
talking of Ingalls, once said: 'In the cor-
rect and scholarly, use of language I never
knew Ingalls's superior. He is an ideal pre-
siding officer of the Senate, and while I
think his politics execrable, I have the ut-
most respect for the courage, the absolute
fearlessness with which he states his con-
victions on the great questions of the day.
He is, from my standpoint, as often wrong
in his political views as any man in the Sen-
ate, but there is a frankness and naivete
about the man which disarms Senatorial
criticism.'
"Senator Wade Hampton, the soul of hon-
or and the lover of courtesy, while he called
Ingalls a 'phrase maker,' admitted that he
was a man of rare genius and one of the
most companionable of men.
"One of the most bitter among the Senate
Democrats said tne day he heard of Ingalls's
defeat: 'I will miss the Senator from Kan-
sas more than any other man who may drop
out of the ranks. His speech when last
elected President of the Senate answered
the French definition of eloquence, which is
to say 'just that which ought to be said and
no more.' And I can say of Ingalls, as
Madame de Stael aptly said, 'there are
those with whom we differ in opinion, with
whom we are in happy accord in senti-
ment.' "
"I am one of those," said my old Senator-
ial friend, "who take no stock in the hebe-
tudinous cranks who call themselves mem-
bers of a Farmers' Alliance. God forbid I
should criticise with injustice the men who
till the soil. But I would as lief encourage
a lawyers' alliance or an alliance of preach-
ers of the ijospei, and these organizations
would be about as sensible and as enduring
as any alliance of agriculturists, who seek
to elect a President in '92 and control the
legislation of ooth Houses of Congress. No!
This tremendous alliance is passing away
like the baseless fabric of a vision. The
farmer is discovering that he cannot corral
the earth and the fullness thereof simply
because he is a tiller of the soil.
"What I liked most about Ingalls was his
absolute personal and Senatorial integrity.
A fee of a million dollars could not tempt
this man to argue a case before the Su-
preme Court if there was any possibility
that the questions involved might come be-
fore the Senate for adjudication.
"It is a historical fact that Ingalls' first
election was a triumph of the honest yeo-
manry of Kansas against Subsidy Pomeroy,
the leader of tne alleged Christian states-
men element Ingalls was trying a case at
Topeka, without a thought of the Senate,
when Dr. York's friends came to him the
night before the election for United States
Senator to say that Senator York had la his
pocket $7,000 in cash of Pomeroy's money
for his vote. Ingalls was asked to permit
his name to be used, and the result was the
downfall of Subsidy Pomeroy ana the unani-
mous election of John James Ingalls.
"During his first term of six years there
were four other Senators sent from Kan-
sas to Washington, and more than one of
tne four were 'bounced' out of the Senate
for 'ways that were dark and tricks tliat
were vain* in the methods resulting in their
election.
"Ingall's integrity was never questioned.
I knew him to be as honest as he was able,
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and I predicted that John J&mes Ingalls'
absence from public life would be brief.
He stood for a square deal in politics, and
was a man four square to every wind that
blew.
"Politics was only one side of this many-
sided man. He was a ripe and ready law-
yer. I have heara him argue cases in the
highest tribunal in America, and I found
him totus, teres, atque rotundus, round and
perfect as a star.
"There was long a coolness between the
White House and i.^e Kansas Senator, and
that bright and accomplished woman, Anne
Louise Cheeseborough Ingalls, the Senator's
wife, who would be herself an ornament to
the White xiouse, has been known to criti-
cise the freedom with which the McKees,
under President Harrison, issued their cards
for entertainments in the White House, at
which the McKees were only guests.
"Ingalls never denied saying that Harri-
son had no friends in Kansas. It occurred
thus: Ingalls patiently waited for a Post-
master's appointment in an outlying county
of Kansas. He waited in vain. On Ingalls'
nineteenth call at the White House, Elijah,
—the Private Secretary, now a paymaster
In the army — said to him: 'Mr. Ingalls, I
regret to say that the President has appoint-
ed a friend of his in Kansas to that vacant
PoBtofBce."
"'My God!' replied Ingalls, 'Elijah, tell
me his name. I didn't know President Har-
rison had a friend in the State of Kansas!'
"Ingalls is a prompt man. One morning
he was late at the meeting of his Committee
on the District of Columbia.
"'Ah,' said a New England Senator,
'Spotted Tail, ain't you a little late this
morning?' 'No, Sitting Bull,' answered In-
galls. 'Aren't you a trifle early?'
"A newspaper correspondent had written
an elaborate sketch of the senior Senar
tor from Kansas, which was very gratify-
ing to the Kansas orator and statesman.
"Ingalls wrote to the correspondent: 'I
am pleased with your able and picturesque
sketch.' But the newspaper had omitted
his excoriation of Orover Cleveland, in
which Ingalls said: 'I will now endeavor to
speak of the so-called statesman in the
White House vOrover Cleveland). His
colossal egotism is already distended be-
yond its natural and normal proportions,
and it is still feu by the incense and the adu-
lation of h.s emasculated idolaters!'
"When the same correspondent requested
George H. Edmunds, the Senator from Ver-
mont, to contribute from memory some
reminiscences of Ingalls' Senatorial life,
Edmunds answered with a faintly perceptp
ible twinkle in his eye, 'I do not Keep a
diary.'
"In my opinion," concluded my Senatorial
friend, "John James Ingalls was facile
princeps the foremost man in Elansas."
THE LION AS GAME.
By FRED HARVEY MAJOR.
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ELL, old fellow," said Jem Pin-
nock, taking his pipe out of his
mouth, and reaching across the
table for the brandy bottle, "what's
the verdict? To be or not to be — eh?"
The time was nearly twenty years ago,
and we were sitting in the cool of the even-
ing in big comfortable Madeira cane chairs,
on the poop of my trading hulk in Old
Calabar River, on the west coast of Africa.
Mr. James Pinnock was, and is now, one
of the leading English merchants trading in
the oil rivers of West Africa, and was in Old
Calabar for a friendly visit to me, from his
factories In the Benin river and up the
Niger, and being on pleasure bent, and of
an adventurous turn of mind, was anxious
to tjike advantage of any oportunity that
came in his way for adding to his already
well stocked store of experiences.
The subject matter unaer consideration
was whether or not we should undertake
a trip up the river to a village called .eu^rika,
some thirty miles away, to try our luck at
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ridding the district of the presence of a lion,
which we were told was creating great
havoc, not only among the cattle, but even
among the people themselves, a night sel-
dom passing without some unfortunate na-
tive being carried off.
Though I had successfully hunted a vari-
ety of big game, including leopards and pan-
thers, I had never been fortunate enough to
meet in his forest home the king of all
game, the lordly lion; and in spite of the
fact that I had my hands full of business
through the arrival out of a large ship
from Liverpool, with a general cargo con-*
signed to me for trading purposes, the temp-
tation was too great to be resisted; so I
consented to accompany my friend Pinnock,
and as we were selfish enough to desire all
the honor for ourselves we decided to say
nothing of our intentions to the other
traders, but to start the following morn-
ing before daybreak, merely leaving word
with my men that we were going for a day's
shooting.
Our arms, from the ordinary nature of
our surroundings, were generally kept in
good order, but that night we paid special
and personal attention to them to make as-
surance doubly sure that they would not
fail us. Mine were a Martini-Henry rifle,
Colt's 45 revolver, and long hunting knife —
a similar armament to that carried by. Pin-
nock, except that his rifle was a Westley-
Richards; and, in addition, I cleaned up a
heavy muzzle-loading, single-barreled ele-
phant rifle carrying four-ounce bullets,
which, with a score or two rounds of anunu-
nition, had been given to me some time be-
fore by a friend on his departure for Eng-
land. This weapon I had never seen used —
in fact, I do not think its late owner had
ever used it, but I thought it might prove
useful if we intrenched ourselves in a pit,
as I expected we should do while lying in
ambush for our formidable quarry at one
of the usual drinking places.
By flve o'clock in the morning we got well
away in an eight-oared double-banked
launch, and when the sun in all his tropical
glory peeped above the horizon about an
hour afterwards, we were fully six miles
away from the shipping and in a bit of com-
paratively open country. On the left bank,
amidst some trees, were a large number of
monkeys, which would, under other circum-
stances, have aiforaed us pleasant sport;
but, thanks to our enthusiasm in the matter
of the noble game we were in quest of, the
lictie creatures were permitted to continue
their innocent gamboling without interfer-
ence.
We reached our destination at about three
o'clock in the afternoon, and at once made
our way to the King's house, a ramshackle,
wattle and daub structure, where we were
regaled by the dusky monarch in person
upon the inevitable "palm oil chop" and "fu-
fu" (fowls very highly seasoned, stewed in
palm oil, and mashed plantain) washed
down with copious draughts of minifick, or
tumdo, the native palm wine. Such a re-
past would appear most uninviting to the
average Anglo-Saxon; but, when once the
taste for "palm oil chop" and its accompani-
ments is acquired, the native dish is much
appreciated, anc^, we being thoroughly huh-
gry after our journey, did ample justice to
our regal entertainer's hospitality.
After dinner we walked round the out-
skirts of Akrika, and were shown a hut
standing alone, from which a woman had
been taken a week before. Nothing had
been heard of the attack, but one morning
the door was found to be open, and from the
fresh blood splattered about the entrance it
was presumed that the lion had lain in wait
until his victim had arisen to commence her
daily duties, and that the tragedy had then
taken place.
The natives were in such a terror-stricken
state of mind as to be utterly incapable of
organizing any proper means of killing their
visitor, and they hailed our coming with the
greatest joy, ana were profuse in the most
rash and extravagant promises as to how
they would reward us in the event of suc-
cess.
As it was nearly sundown and too late to
go into the busn without having our plans
settled, we arranged to remain in the de-
serted hut that night, and, in order to entice
our leonine friend to pay us the compliment
of a visit, a kid just taken from its mother
was tied up in the open doorway, while we
kept watch from the inside.
The poor, desolate little bait bleated away
in a heart-broken fashion during the greater
part of the nighc, but morning dawned with-
out anything having taken place.
The next day, after breakfast with the
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King, we walked down to a watercourse
about two miles from the Tillage, where
most of the depredations of the man-eater
had been carrieu out; and, selecting a likely
spot on a little hillock overlooking a stretch
of sandy beach which bore numerous traces
of the visit of animals, we set some of the
natives to work preparing a rifle pit.
The pit was about four feet deep, and at
the side nearest to the water was hidden by
bushes carefully placed in such a manner
that we could keep a good lookout and bring
our weapons to bear pretty nearly all round.
Across the back of the pit several good-sized
logs were thrown in order to afford some
protection in case we should be charged
from the rear.
Everjrthing being prepared, just before
night-fall we took possession o. our quar^
ters and when the natives had said good-bye
proceeded to make ourselves as comfortable
as circumstances would permit.
Our rifles we placed in readiness on the
front of the pit, I giving first place to the
big elephant gun, for though I knew that the
use of it would probably damage the skin of
our prospective game, I thought that it
would prove to be a decidedly effective
weapon at a short range.
We nursed our impatience as well as we
could, until the moon rose, and allowed us
to see around with tolerable clearness.
For several hours nothing disturbed the
stillness of the night, except the occasional
crying of a Jackal, and we were beginning to
think that our chances were over when a
slight rustling in the bushes to the left of
our position attracted our attention, and im-
mediately afterwards a magnificent full-
grown buffalo came into view, and, after
looking round to see if the coast was clear,
made his way to the water's edge.
Instead of simply quenching his thirst, he
plunged into the stream until the water was
nearly up to his belly, and then splashed
about, apparently with great enjoyment
I was about to suggest that we should bag
him, when suddenly he raised his head high
up in the air and began to sniff suspiciously.
After a moment's hesitation he returned to
the bank, but with every indication of being
In a state of great alarm, for we could actu-
ally see him trembling, and, appearing not
to know which way to go, he kept slowly
taming round and round.
I felt PinnocK place his hand upon my
arm wamingly, but did not look at him, as
I knew that the moment was at hand. The
buffalo was not more than twenty yards
away, and I rightly judged that, assuming
his fear to be caused by his instinctive
knowledge of the pro^mity of his terrible
foe, he would fall a victim where he stood;
so, quietly taking up my big gun, I held my-
self in readiness.
Almost at the instant, from a point not
more than half a dozen yards on our right,
came a terrific roar, and with a rush like a
whirlwind, an enormous lion sprang across
the intervening space, and in a moment the
buffalo was down with his throat torn open,
the lion's great muzzle being almost buried
in the gaping wound.
I carefully brought the elephant rifle to
bear, and, getting at the moment a fair
sight of the lion's broad chest, pulled the
trigger.
The effect was utterly unexpected.
The recoil was so great that I was instant-
ly knocked over, upsetting Pinnock in my
fall, and before I could recover myself the
huge body of the lion came tumbling down
on top of us.
I felt the Jaws of the animal close
over my left thigh, and in less time than
it has taken to tell it, I was lifted out of
the pit by the monster and carried with
the utmost seeming ease into the bush, my
clothes and flesh being considerably torn
by the undergrowth.
Strange to say I felt no pain where the
beast had hold of me, heavy hippopotamus-
hide boots preventing his teeth penetrating
my flesh, and by brain was perfectly clear,
so that I was able quite deliberately to
weigh up the position of affairs, and felt
that if I was not at once finished off there
was still a chance of my rescue, as I knew
Pinnock's cool nerve from previous hunting
and fighting experiences with him.
Unfortunately my revolver had slipped
from my sash, but I could feel that my knife
was safe in its place, though I could not
as yet get at it
Oh, the agony and terror of that moment!
I was face downward, and could not see
my foe.
I could feel his hot breath on the back
of my neck, and expected to receive the fatal
stroke from him every instant
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However, I slowly reached for my knife,
tile slight movement of my hand eliciting
an angry growl, and had almost grasped it,
when — ^bang! — the report of a rifle, and sim-
ultaneously the dull "thud" so dear to a
sportsman's ear, which told that the bullet
had struck home, and my fell foe rolled over
on his side. Before I could arise another
report sounded, and so lucky was the shot
that it efTectually gave the struggling ani-
mal its quietus, and I was saved.
It appeared that Pinnock had scarcely
lost sight of me, so quickly had he followed
and he was even more surprised than I iras
to find that I was almost uninjured.
My thigh was crushed a little and pained
me for some time after, and I was bruised
and scratched by being dragged along, but
I had no serious hurt.
There were great rejoicings at Akrlka
when the success of our enterprise was
learned, and the King and chiefs pressed
several presents, principally valuable as
curiosities upon us, and in return I made
a present to his sable majesty of my ele-
phant gun.
THE RED, BLACK AND YELLOW.
BY JOHN T. BRAMHALL.
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^cpT^HEN Rudyard KlpUng wrote "The
White Man's Burden," was it a co-
incidence that the Americans were
just going into the Philippines, and
that we were confronted at the same time
with the necessity of furnishing employ-
ment to our red men, and of solving the
negro problem in the South? If we choose
to accept the message as one addressed to
ourselves it is one of merciless severity,
and profound altruism:
"Take up the white man's burden —
Ye dare not stoop to less —
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloke your weariness.
By all ye will or whisper;
By all ye leave or do.
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gk)d and you."
The white man's burden is his dark-
skinned brother. We in America begin to
feel that we have our share of these "wards
of the nation" Just as England, if not, in-
deed, in such great numbers, yet enough to
worry and perplex us sadly. We have, in
the first place, the remnant of our aboriginal
races, whose lands we took by conquest or
by treaty, and whom we have thoroughly de-
moralized by a policy of enforced idleness.
These, exclusive of Alaska, number about a
quarter of a million souls. Then we have
tne negroes, that our forefathers brous:ht
over from Africa to be hewers of wood and
drawers of water, numbering, including
those ol mixed blood, nearly ten millions.
Our war with Spain has added another ele-
ment of Malays, Negretos, and mixed bloods
to the number of about ten millions. All
this gives us a combination of red, black,
and yellow that strangely complicates all
our old-time theories of republicanism, as
enunciated by the little band of colonial
aristocrats of Philadelphia, most of whom
occupied lands wrested from the Indians,
and who also held negro slaves, but who did
not include either the red or the black in
their scheme that "all men are created
equal," and that "governments derive their
Just powers from the consent of the gov-
erned." As our few thousands of uncounted
blacks have grown into millions of citizens,
and the red foeman of the forest is now
throwing aside his tribal blanket and asking
for similar rights, while many more millions
of yellow men are anxiously enquiring what
fate the Yankees have reserved for them,
we begin to realize that we have a burden
which, noblesse oblige, we cannot lay down,
but which we must bear with what grace
we may, as a trial to our faith and our man-
hood. We realize, too, that we have come
of age as a nation; that we are no longer
in the swaddling clothes of a cis-appala-
chian confederacy, but have girded on the
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armor of the old Teutonic-Anglo-Saxon
stock, to do our share in the world's work.
Our own home burden is a heavy one, and
has taxed the wisdom of our ablest states-
men for over a century, and as yet without
satisfactory solution. The status of our
Indian brothers (to use an old and not in-
appropriate term), is most peculiar, and af-
ter two and a half years of occupation, is
atill unsettled. He is neither independent,
nor subject, nor citizen. He has been called
"ward," and the Government has accepted
the obligations of guardian. We feed him;
we educate him where we can; we convert
him as we can, but we do not employ him.
We have taken away his old occupations,
and we have not admitted him to our own.
We have altered our Constitution to give
citizenship to the blacks, some of whom
were the red men's slaves, but the original
owners of the land we occupy are still de-
barred by rules which make tribal rela-
tions greater obstacles to citizenship than
foreign birth. To the learned pale-faces who
gaze upon the great serpent-mound upon the
banks of the Ohio, the question comes, as
from an American sphjmx, "What will you
do with the red man?"
The Indian question, however, pales into
comparative insignificance before the more
pressing negro problem. In the five "black"
States, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, South
Carolina, and Mississippi, there was a popu-
lation, in 1890, of 3,632,000 negroes and only
3,377,000 whites. At their rate of increase
for the past decade, 16 per cent, there would
now be about 4,000,000 blacks in the five
States named. It is unnecessary here to dis-
cuss the negro question in the South fur-
ther than to recite the fact that the numeri-
cal preponderance of an inferior and socially
degraded race, endowed by the law of the
land with the rights of citizenship, is a
constant menace to the whites, and is so
felt by them to a degree which the people
of the North are unable to appreciate. There
is to-day a reign of terror in the South, ter-
ror to whites as well as blacks, and this
condition will remain as long as the black
' race is in the preponderance, or has any de-
gree of political importance in any consider-
able region within our borders. And so we
have another question imperatively demand-
ing solution: "What will you do with the
negro?"
The military offers the best employment
we can give the Indian and the black man.
It is congenial to his habits, his love of dis-
play and his bravery. It is an occupation
that does not degrade, but on the contrary,
elevates the character of the service man.
Agriculture, although the natural successor
of hunting in the growth of a race, has been
found generally unsuccessful in the case
of the Indian, and only offers the barest livli-
hood to the negro. It is an art which has
been systematized and capitalized to such
an extent that the primitive grower of a sin-
gle crop has little chance in the competition :
the ignorant and indolent red and black men
who engage in it would eventually lapse
into a hopeless state of bondage.
The acquisition of the Philippines and the
"little war" now in progress there, with our
enlarged activities as a world power, seems
to offer a timely solution of the problem in
appropriate and honorable occupation of
the Indians and blacks, as well as large num-
bers of the native races. Not as "savage
butchers," as some timid people affect to be-
lieve, but guardians of the peace; a constab-
ularly force, to maintain the dignity of the
law, to protect the peaceable peasantry
from the dacoits, and everywhere when call-
ed upon to uphold the honor of the flag of
their country. Despite the arguments of
a well-meaning but impracticable peace
party, the profession of armies is one of
honor, and has been shorn of so many of its
ancient abuses that it may with no great
exaggeration be styled a mission of mercy.
To glance at the present situation in the
Philippines, we flnd an imperative need of
the employment of that policy which from
domestic considerations seems so desira-
ble. Order is to be restored in the islands —
alas! when has there been order? Say,
rather that order is to be created out of
chaos, and law is to take the place of tyr^
anny in all lands where lioats the Ameri-
can flag. In Luzon and Panay, our brave but
inexperienced farmer boys are engaged in
the difficult task of reducing to obedience
a semi-civilized tribe, who, inoculated with
the Spanish virus of revolution, are endeav-
oring to bring the agricultural tribes and
a hundred peaceful cities under their rapa-
cious rule. We have, in fact, to keep guard
over a great and growing trade, to protect
a score of races and religions against each
other, while across the China sea we have
also great trade interests, as well as peace-
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ful missionaries lu nore need ,pf the watch-
ful care of a strong and zealous .Government,
We want no wars; no strife; but to win re-
spect and to preserve the peaqe we crave,
we require a strong military force, even
as we need a small army of police and con-
stabulary in our Christian lands at home.
Why, then, should not the rac<B8 that we
have aforetime oppressed and misused, take
a share in this work, first in bringing under
subjection, and . then in policing our new
lands and peoples?
It scarcely needs argument to demonstrate
the fitness of the negro race for this duty.
As a soldier he has been tried and proved.
A writer in the United Service Magazine,
(1884), says of the four regiments of colored
troops (the 9th and 10th cavalry, and the
24th and 25th Infantry) :
"These colored regiments have passed all
this time (since the close of the Civil War)
with but little exception In places far from
popular view and amid dangers as great
and hardships as severe as have been shared
by any part of the army. In this dull and
trying service they have been carefully
weighed in the balance of usefulness, and
the general testimony of those whose words
are entitled to special weight is that they
have not been found wanting. In encoun-
ters with robbers and Indians they have
manifested both skill and bravery, so that
out of the ninety-three medals and certifi-
cates won for gallantry by the enlisted
strength of the army, twelve were won by
colored men, which is one-third more than
their share. Generally quite as hardy' as
white troops, their record in the surgeon-
general's reports for 1892 presents the two
following noteworthy facta: The death rate
among the white troops was 8.16 to the thou-
sand, and among the colored troops 7.11
The admissions to the hospital for alcohol-
ism among the white troops were 44.91 to
the thousand, and among the colored troops
only 4.36."
These statements and figures speak for
themselves. No comment is necessary, and
no contradiction is possible. The testi-
mony which Colonel Roosevelt paid to the
bravery and soldierly qualities of the color^
ed troops that supported the Rough Riders
at El Caney, is too recent to need repeating,
but of even greater value are the words
of the more experienced campaigner (him-
self a graduate of West Point), Greneral
Wesley Merritt, written in 1894:
"I take great pleasure in bearing unequivo-
cal testimony to the efficiency of the colored
troops in all conditions of the service. My
experience in this direction since the war is
beyond that of any officer of my rank in the
army. For ten years I have had the honor
[mark that : the Brigadier-General com-
manding says "the honor"] of being Lieu-
tenant-Colonel of the 9th cavalry and
during that service I commanded garrisons
composed of the 9th cavalry and other
colored organizations of pavalry and infan-
try. I have always found the colored race
as represented in the army intelligent and
zealous in the discharge . of duty, brave in
battle, easily disclplineid, and most efficient
in the care of their horses, arms and equip-
ments. The non-comissloned officers have
habitually showed the qualities for control
in their positions which marked them as
faithful and sensible in the discharge of
their duties." .
As for the graduate of Hampton and Car^
lyle, the bright young Indian cadet who has,
under the existing disorder of things, no pro-
per place either in the camps of the ruling
whites or on the reservation of his people:
why should he not take up the duties of
an American citizen? General Crook's
Apache scouts in the Arizona and Chihua-
hua campaigns against old Geronimo, were
regarded with panicky fear by the theorists
at the North, and even with the many mis-
givings by the war department, but they
had the entire confidence of every white
officer in the expedition and their unstinted
praise at the close of the perilous campaign.
It was indeed a most exacting and thorough
trial of the red man as an auxiliary of the
whites in a campaign against men of their
own blood and tribe. In that expedition there
were just forty-six white men and one hun-
dred and ninety-three Indian scouts, but
when Cteneral Crook finally rounded up the
hostiles in their own mountain fastnesses
without the loss of a man by the enemy, he
demonstrated the correctness of his judg-
ment, and proved the military value of the
red man. "The longer we knew the Apache
scouts," wrote Captain Burke, one of Gen-
eral Crook's officers, "the better we liked
them." Captain Crawford, who commanded
tnem, gave them the fullest praise, and fin-
ally resigned when he found it. difficult to
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defend his faithful Indians from the injas-
tlce of the old system of bureaucracy and
frontier aggression.
General Miles himself, in 1886, reported
as follows: "I recommend that Congress
be requested to authorize the enlistment of
a larger number of Indians as soldiers. I
have had them under my command for
years, have found them of great value, and
have never known one to desert." In the
same year General Schofleld reported as
follows: "A large number of Indian warriors
should be permanently enlisted in the army,
and' stationed, with a proper proportion of
white troops, in the immediate presence of
the tribes under military control. Many of
the American Indians are the best natur
ral soldiers in the world, and their fidelity
when employed by the Government, even
against kindred tribes, or as a police force
against their own people, is very remark-
able." Generals Sibley, Terry, and others
well known for their service among the In-
dians (in their protection as well as their
punishment) have given similar opinions.
Turning to the Philippines, we find the
testimony of the war correspondents strongly
on the side of the negro troops. It is not
that they are "as good" as the white sol-
diers, but better. They are perfectly at
home under the scorching suns and in the
torrential rains of the tropics, and do not
feel those spasms of home-sickness that are
so prejudicial to the white soldiers every-
where in the east. Sent out at midnight
upon some dangerous or disagreeable duty,
they go singing to their work, as though it
were to a raccoon hunt or a barbecue in
Georgia or Carolina, and on the firing line
they are as steady as the oldest regulars
we have. I have heard it stated, too, ^' at
while some white soldiers, under the mad-
ness from the like of which Mulvaney once
rescued Ortheris, have actually gone over
to the Filipinos, not a single case of deser-
tion has been known of our black soldiers,
than whom, with our Indian scouts, more
faithful guardians of the flag do not exist
A word about the imperial army of India,
which may properly be taken as some exam-
ple for America to study in dealing with her
various subject tribes in the East. The four
divisions of the Indian army comprise 73,000
white soldiers and 146,000 natives, while
added to the latter may be counted over
sixteen thousand well-drilled "imperial ser^
vice troops" of the native states at the
service of the empire in time of war. The
armies of the independent and feudatory
states are included in the above estimate.
England has not forgotten that the Sikhs
saved India in the "mutiny," and the exam-
ple of Hodsoa's "Guides" is now seen in the
splendid regiments of Sikhs, Goorkhas and
Pathans that uphold the dominion of the
English raj. The eighteen battalions of
Soudanese, and Fellaheen, with ten squad-
rons of native cavalry and batteries of artil-
lery under English officers, composing the
army of Egypt, have shown at Firkeh, At-
bara, Omderman, and many other bloody
fields what the despised native troops can
do with English training.
Briefly, then, from considerations of hu-
manity as well as military expediency, it
is advisable to employ both the negro and
the Indian in the army. To civilise the In-
dian, make him a soldier. To elevate the
black, take him into the service of his
country. Clothe each in the honorable
uniform of the United States army, and
teach him that he has a country to defend
and a flag to -uphold.
From the 250,000 Indians now living on
reservations five regiments could easily be
raised, which would take only about one-
eighth of the men of military age. The ad-
vantages of giving employment (with an
education and a career) to the young men
of the tribes; the "bucks," who out of mere
idleness now give the Government no end
of trouble, need not be dwelt upon; it is a
proposition too clear for argument. We have
our own Sikhs and Croorkhas in our Sioux
and Apaches; an aboriginal military caste.
We have now a black population in the
United States of about 8,780,000, which
would give a million and a half of men for
militia duty. The word "white," ^t should
be remembered, was stricken out of the
statute relating to the militia in 1867. And
this militia could furnish a dozen, a hundred
if necessary, regiments of volunteers if
called for. Is it not, then, the height of
folly for Americans of white skin to ignore
the existence of such a mass of good mili-
tary material, at a time, too, when it is
so urgently needed? Illinois, Ohio, Kansas,
and Texas each gave a black regiment of
volunteers to the Spanish war. The South-
em States would easily give a couple of
regiments apiece.
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But to put the matter on higher grounds,
should we not advocate the employment of
the Indian and the negro in the army as
a humanitarian measure, as a means of mak-
ing them useful citizens, and taking from
them, in large degree, the stigma of infer-
iority? The colored race have the same
rights and the same responsibilities in the
defense of the State that devolves upon
the white race. They should furnish, there-
fore, their due proportion of the militia
and of the enlisted force, which would give
them ten full regiments in the army, on the
present strength of 100,000 men, and these
should be officered, as far as their abilities
Justify, by men of their own race.
We have, then, among the results to be
obtained from employing the red and black
Americans and the loyal Filipinos, Suloos,
Hawaiians, and Samoans, in the military
service in our new possessions, the follow-
ing:
1. The moral and political elevation of
the races.
2. The strengthening of the army by the
addition of a body of the best fighting ma-
terial in the country, peculiarly well-fitted
for campaigning in a tropical country.
3. The relief of the white race from an
undue share (nearly the whole) of the bur-
den of military service, and the release
of a large number of young white men who
are better fitted for administrative duties
or productive occupation.
4. The withdrawal from the congested
"black belt" of the South, through volun-
tary emigration, of the excess of blacks,
thus removing from the remainder the reign
of terror which the white minority has es-
tablished over them, through their own
fear of "negro supremacy."
As to the last argument, while experience
has shown that the black cannot be induced
to emigrate in any great numbers for mere
emigration's sake, he has attempted numer-
ous migrations for the purpose of bettering
his condition, and lives in the enduring hope
of a better land. The negro is naturally
a farmer, in a region where agriculture re-
turns a living with almost as little labor
as in the tropics. Our islands, therefore »
offer the Inducements of a congenial cli-
mate and an opportunity to live in honor-
able independence. Puerto Rico is already
sufficiently populated, but Cuba and Hawaii
could easily take several million more and
only enter on the beginning of their develop-
ment, while the Philippines, as they are
brought under our control, will be found
capable of supporting more than double
their present population. As our black sol-
Qiers begin to learn the value of the new
country and its suitability as a permanent
home, with the important fact that they can
live in full enjoyment of their civil rights;
in fact, as Americans — ^their American citi-
zenship and military service giving them
the status of the Roman legionaries of old —
they would naturally send for their families
and settle down as colonists of the new
lands.
Our new possessions are making us
broader-minded and less provincial than we
were before 1898. We are learning our re-
sponsibilities as well as our powers as a
world-empire. And we are beginning to find
our weaknesses also. Let us, then, break
down the narrow prejudices of race and ad-
mit, though late, our red and yellow wards
and our black fellow citizens to equal rights
and equal glory as American soldiers.
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AT THIS time when the popularity of the
"book-plays" is yet in the ascendency, and
the spectacular ele-
ments of Biblical ma-
A Drama terial used success-
or David. fully in "Ben Hur"
are yet fresh in mind,
it occurs to one to
question why so few
indefatigable delvers after dramatic ma-
terial have remembered the wealth of story
and incident in the Old Testament.
The sense of the sacredness of the Scrip-
tures still shared by the public at large may
not entirely account for this immunity from
pilferers enjoyed by "The Book" alone; for
the Passion Play at Oberammagau witnesses
year after year, in what reverential spirit
such plays could be given. Is the task too
large a one, the obstacles to be overcome
in taking such ancient material, protected
as it is by memory and association, too
great to lure the selfish (or unselfish) play-
wright from his Roman loggias and frescoed
Christian maidens? Undoubtedly it would
be a difficult task to present some of the old
Kings of Israel, with their numberless wives,
in such a way to a modem audience as to
arouse its sympathy, yet there are beautiful
stories there, and dramatic situations, and
strong self-sacrifices, which could be culled
and woven into a fabric, which would be
none too great a strain upon our sense of
forbearance and courtesy toward creatures
of a very different time and civilization.
Augustus George Heaton has endeavored
in his "Heart of David, the Psalmist King,"
to g^ive us a dramatic version of one of the
greatest biographies of the Old Testament,
and inevitably we are ungrateful. As a
drama it is impossible from first to last.
Most of the action takes place in lengthy
monologues, during which the other charac-
ters driven unavoidably from the centre of
the stage would find themselves rather de
trop. Mr. Heaton has also presented his
noble central character in the role in which
moderns must needs have the least sym-
pathy, in the successive courtship of his
four principal wives. The work, entirely in
monotonous and undeviating iambics, is
divided into four books: 1, David, and
Michal, the proud daughter of Saul, whom
he loved in his youth and prosperity; 2,
David and Abigail, who befriended him in
the days of his misfortunes; 3, David and
Bathsheba, wife of Uriah, who by her beauty
tempted him into sin at the height of his
power, and, 4, David and Abishag, the girl
who cared for him at the time of his death,
when
"His work is ended. Now the shepherd's
crook.
The harp, the sling, the spear, the sword,
the crown
And sceptre are but playthings for his
dreams;
And woman's love and victory's delight.
And love of men — save Jonathan's alone —
Are fading as, in peace and faith and Joy
He moves upheld by God."
Mr. Heaton has kept closely to the in-
cidents of the Biblical narrative and the
book is interesting reading. Saul's charac-
ter is given lines of real grace and power,
and the dissatisfaction of David's soul with
material pleasures is seldom lost sight of.
We prefer, however, the figure of David
given in the first book when he is the young
shepherd and the modest soldier coming to
the court, to meet
"Saul's proud daughter coming unto him
When he shall read his station in her eyes."
There is a dignity and youthfulness of
sentiment in the "David and Michal" which
might hold an audience after i^ey had once
committed themselves, even if it might be
somewhat against their wills. Some gootf
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lines are given Saul, but after all, Browning
had his say first, and the sombre-browed
King, on the stage, could scarcely do him-
self, (or Browning) justice. David was a
stirringly active figure, in the Old Testa-
ment, as hero, and warrior as well as gener-
ous hearted musician — ^why not have pre-
sented him in camps or temples, while
wandering in the fastnesses of the wilder-
ness, or as the friend of Jonathan, rather
than in the women's quarter of the palace?
The object of the book, we are told in the
modest preface, is only to give readers a
higher appreciation of a brave and chival-
rous character. It is intended for private
reading, so luckily not CKpecting to be
foisted into the crucial test of stage-presen-
tation. Tet the question remains, the ma-
terial is undeniably dramatic, naturally
treated as such, and why have not more
of the dramatists yet sought the well-tilled
ancient fields of the Old Testament, for book
material for a new and impressive play?
("The Heart of David, the Psalmiat iving,"
by Augustus George Heaton. The Neale
Company, Publishers, Washington.
WHEN ONB picks up William Griffith's
"Excursions" one expects, by the size of the
volume which con-
tains the Kansan's
Small Poems on latest metrical ef-
Many Pages. forts, to find at best
a good two hours'
reading in solid stan-
zas and comfortably
filled pages. But when one finds a bookful
of great pages of fine thick paper containing
on an average of four lines to a page, the
effect of perusal is, to say the least, a mixed
one. The reader cannot but conclude that
the author has either purposely taken a
great space to say a very little say, or that
he has fallen Into the hands of experimental
publishers; which is not impossible in this
hour of wickedness.
"Excursions" are well named as the whim-
sical, not always purposeful efforts of a
mind which has occasional originality in its
favor. A great many of the stanzas are
unworthy, or incoherent, or aimless, or in-
artistic or redundant. Many recall too
vividly things which greater men have said
better. But verses there are which swing
into true poetry and reveal the spots where
Mr. Griffith has dipped into the well of real
inspiration. These lines are worthy the
effort, breathing as they do, real emotion,
pictorial symbolism and melody. That
which I quote below Mr. Griffith prints under
the title of "Crisis" in a group of quatrains
descriptive of a hospital:
"The surgeon tells me death is very near;
The feeble pulse still flutters with the same
Dim human fire — while one may almost hear
The moving finger searching for the name."
The book contains perhaps a dozen such
poems as this, worthy the effort, I repeat,
but scarcely worthy the pretentious pages
that inclose them. It would have been
more to the point if the author had selected
this dozen and published them in more ac-
cessible shape.
("Excursions," by William Griffith. The
Hudson Klmberly Publishing Company,
Kansas City.)
CHARLOTTE Perkins Oilman (Stetson)
is nothing it not "new," and her latest book
of essays, "Concern-
ing Children," does
Essays on Children not fail to keep pace
by Mrs. Qllman. with her former
works in point of
newness. A few of
the creeds set forth
I will give below in condensed form.
"Children, do not obey your parents, for
obedience to your elders saps your indi-
viduality and makes you none the better."
"Do not respect old age, for there is no
reason to believe that the aged are more
able or wise than you." "Parents, provide
your children with scientifically hygienic
nurseries, for the child has as much right to
a house to suit his needs as you have."
These, however, are among the most pe-
culiar theories advanced by the author.
There is sound sense and practical sugges-
tion on every other page and many things
that mothers and nurse-maids might know
to advantage. Children are the profession
of women and all books pertaining ser-
iously to the care and culture of the human
young, and written by women, may be
"new," but their newness is a wholesome
one.
("Concerning Children," . by Charlotte
Perkins Oilman. Small, Maynard & Ck>.,
Boston, Publishers.)
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"IN THE LQve of Nature" Is a modest
little volume, modestly printed and gotten
up. Inside, are sev-
eral bits of verse hj
mil J. Meredith,
Nature at who writes musically
Second Hand. but not always with
inspiration. One sus-
pects him of getting
his inspiration sec-
ond hand. The poems are quiet and occa-
sionally successful, but the author lacks
the genius of human nature necessary to
make nature verse other than bleak.
(Metropolitan Printing & Binding Com-
pany, Seattle.)
GEORGE Wharton James has written a
book entitled "In and Around the Grand
Canyon of the Col-
orado," and no one
Vivid Bootc on is more eminently
Grand Canyon. fitted to tell of that
enchanted region
than is Mr. James,
who has spent the
greater part of his summers for the past
ten years observing, studying and photo-
graphing among the dizzy red towers of the
Grand Canyon. Perhaps it is partly due to
propinquity (for the author tells us that he
wrote many pages of his book close to the
spots described) that so much of vividness
has been set before our eyes, such fascin-
ating impressions of that grim, marvellous
realm of the desert genii.
Certain it is that for variety of subjects
and handling the wealth of half-tones given
surpasses any other illustrations of the
Grand Canyon yet published. By way of a
frontispiece a magnificent cut entitled
"Temples and Buttes of the East from the
Great Scenic Divide," is given and the vol-
ume includes a folded panorama of the Can-
yon looking across the Vishnu Temple which
is no less than startling in its effect.
The author bases his description on the
ten accessible trails whereby the Canyon is
reached from the outside world, and in plac-
ing the number at ten he names and de-
scribes several more trails than are gener^
ally accounted for by travelers. The first
part of the book is devoted to a brief history
of those early expeditions of perilous dis-
covery that scattered so many bones and
timbers along uie treacherous rapids of the
Colorado.
Much has been written about the Grand
Canyon, but nothing I have yet seen is more
comprehensive, and coi^prehendable than
the present work.
("In and Around the Grand Canyon,"
by George Wharton James. Little, Brown
& Co., Boston, Publishers.)
IT IS no inconsiderable work that Charles
Franklin Carter has undertaken in his
"Missions of Nueva
California," a work
History for Gal if or- eminently necessary
nians to Read. to Califomians and
Instructive to the
world at large; for
this book, exclusive
of the general California histories of Ban-
croft and Hittell, is the first historical treat-
ise on those Spanish ecclesiastical pioneers
who, lovingly and in the fear of God, sowed
the good. seed of civilization from Oregon to
the Gulf.
Mr. Carter, in preparing his history has
drawn his information both from common
sources and from the documents of the early
settlers and he has found the task a fascin-
ating one as he admits. "For the wonderful
rapid growth," he says, "in prosperity and
power of the great Missions established at
various points from San Diego to San Fran-
cisco; for picturesque scenes of Mission,
Mexican and Indian life during a period of
more than half a century; ♦ ♦ • ♦ f or the sad,
pajthetic death of the Mission system after
its glorious spiritual career, — for all these
things the history of this State forms a
chapter second to none, In interest and plc-
turesqueness, of all our State histories."
The book is divided into three general
parts, the first of which, in three long chap-
ters, deals respectively with the inception^
growth and decline of the Mission. The
second part is devoted to the early inhabi-
tants of the Missions and surrounding
pueblos while Part III describes the ruined
Missions of the present time.
The book is beautifully and profusely il-
lustrated from water colors by the author,
old cuts and photographs.
("The Missions of Nueva California," by
Charles Franklin Carter. The Whltaker &
Ray Co., San Francisco.)
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A Christmas
institution.
THE publication "Chatterbox" has many
things in common with Siinta Glaus. It is
Just as much a
Christmas Institu-
tion, Just as wel-
come to the chil-
dren, and, withal.
Just about as old-
fashioned as the
Jolly saint of the Yuletide. "Chatterbox"
is, as usual, profusely illustrated and chock-
full of adventures and travel, among which
may be mentioned "Vasco Island" and "Beg-
gie's Reminiscences." There are some fas-
cinating little sketches on Sir Walter Scott's
heroes, and pages of interesting natural his-
tory.
("Chatterbox." Dean, Estes & Co., Bos-
ton.)
AN "Amusing Geography," Just off the
press of the Whitaker & Ray Company has in-
genuity on its side,
whatever you may
say against it. The
book is largely an
aid to map draw-
ing from memory,
suggesting the con-
tour of various maps by means of pictures
of objects bearing an imaginary resem-
blance. For instance, Georgia is represented
as a long-faced man, bearing the inscription.
instructive
While Amusing.
"Fm Georgie"; Wisconsin, as a squatting
badger; North America (poor patriotism),
as a skull. "Memory songs" are given with
every lesson, like the following, to the tune
of "My Country, 'Tis of Thee," which is
supposed to be descriptive of a map of
South Carolina:
"Cut one large square in four;
Start in the second one.
Quite near the top.
Stop o'er the first cross-line.
Draw past the south cross-line
And through the west cross-line.
But do not stop."
It is a question whether such doggerels
as these are an aid to geography. Certain
it is that they are no aid to rhetoric and
versification.
("Schultze's Amusing Geography and Sys-
tem of Map-Drawing." The Whitaker &
Ray Company, San Francisco.)
Story of the South. — "The Young Bach-
elor," by Camm Patterson, is rather an un-
promising title for a somewhat too argumen*
tatlve war story of the Old Dominion. The
book is fundamentally a novel with a pui>
pose, its object being to show the disaster
into which the civil war plunged the popu-
lation of the South, both white and black.
The story takes John Halifax, a young Vir-
ginian, through the Civil War.
The American Drama
That is Not.
IT HAD been hoped that the new century
would reveal at least a symptom of what
the prophets are
pleased to call the
Great American
Drama. But even the
symptom has not ap-
peared. We are still
having our big plays
made in London and in Paris. The big mana-
gers make no bones about the source of their
dramatic goods; when accused of national
pride and patriotism they merely say:
"Every production costs so many thousands
of dollars before the first curtain is lifted —
we cannot aftord to take chances. The suc-
cesses of London and Paris are certainly
safer than the untried eftorts of our own
authors, to say nothing of the advertising
value of the author's name."
The American manager is not an artist,
does not pretend to be an artist; he is
simply a busy business man with a large
talent for what we Americans call "hustle."
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He would like (so he says) to be a patriot
and producer of home products, but he can-
not see his way to take the chance Just yet
80 he gives the playwriters of London and
Paris all sorts of pecuniary inducements
and gets the modish plays. Is the manager
right? Well, that is a delicate question.
After we have discovered the Great Ameri-
can l>ramatist it will be easier to answer.
Meantime those fellows over in London are
turning out pretty good plays. There are
Pinero and Jones and young Esmond and
that surpassing Irish cynic, Bernard Shaw,
and a host of others who have not only
something to say but who know just how
to put it in dramatic form; while we have
to ofter in comparison a drama that is either
hopelessly local or hopelessly strenuous.
I In eccentric comedy we are far ahead of
Great Britain if not of France; in melo-
drama we have a "Secret Service" at least
which taught Sardou a lesson in direct dram-
atic expression. But we have no social
drama to picture ourselves as we are to-day.
And this condition, mind, in this supreme
land of the reporter and the camera! We
have the sock, kitchen and nose-blowing
dramas of Denman Thompson, Augustus
Thomas and James A. Heme that are fairly
diverting exaggerations of the commonplace;
but we have no play that reflects our actual
urban life. In the United States there is
a social structure as definite and as rich
in dramatic material as that of Great Brit-
ain— but no play that mirrors it. We have
applied the camera to the eccentric phases
of our life and ignored the real thing. We
have yet to be adequately represented on
the stage. FYom England, from France,
from Germany, from Norway, we have
dramas that give us a definate notion of the
manners, passions and beings of these peo-
ples. In all the literature of the American
stage is there a single play whose charac-
ters definately reflect the national spirit
and person? No!
The drama has long been lagging behind
the other departments of fiction. The novel
is BO far ahead of it in this country that we
are compelled to go to second-rate stories
to make an adaptation that will be called
a first rate play. The grit, enterprise and
spirit of America have yet to be evidenced
in a play. And we are the most generous
playgoers in the world.
Among Journalists of the old school there
was not so long since a great degree of pre-
judice against col-
legians as newspaper-
Modern College men. Of late years,
Journalism however, our great
universities have
been graduating more
and more men into
metropolitan dailies, weeklies and maga-
zines. And these college aiumnl are pretty
well proving, too, that the man equipped
with a "higher" education is, all things
being considered, usually as well-fitted to
make his own way in the capacity of writer
or newsgatherer as others specially trained
to the profession. As a consequence, in
most editorial rooms to-day where once the
name of college graduate was a mock and
a byword, the bachelor of arts degree may
now serve as a mild recommendation, and
to an extent, as a promise of elBciency.
This change of heart among the news-
paper executives, may be largely traced to
the vastly improved conditi(m of college
journalism during the past few years. Ten
years ago a college daily was a rara avis
indeed, and college literary weeklies and
monthlies were, with a bright exception here
and there, as unattractive to the eye as to
the intellect. To-day in the American uni-
versities there are, perhaps, a dozen daily
newspapers being published by the student
bodies with a reasonable profit for both
editors and business managers. The major-
ity of these, containing from four to six
pages, stick to the news concerning under-
graduates and college alumni, furnish per-
suasive editorials on local affairs, and give
a truthful bulletin of the day's doings sensi-
bly and in small space. The editor-in-chief
holds an honorable and influential position
in student affairs and has under his orders
a small staff of reporters whose "news
sense" would do credit to the gleaners of
the professional press.
Concerning the college magazines of a
purely literary character, praise can be given
in like degree. It is of course ridiculous
to measure the quality of student prose and
verse according to the standards of the out-
side world, for student writings are of a
necessity experimental and raw, bombastic
where they should be forceful, clumsy where
they should be adroit and solemn where they
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should be serious. It is not, however, the
purpose of these publications to face the
world on their own merits. They are pub-
lished to encourage rather than to exhibit
student thought and this end they accom-
plish very well. There are not a few of the
younger generation of literati who read Iot-
ingly the pages of their college magazines,
remembering the crude little efforts that
were the first incentive toward the creation
of something worth while.
Easily the most commendable, because
the most nearly professional of all our col-
lege publications, are the humorous papers.
In this class of literature the American
press is remarkably behind the march of
progress, and it is not too much to say that
those who publish the comic weeklies of the
United States might get some noteworthy
suggestions from such papers as the Har-
vard Lampoon, Yale Record, and Stanford
Chapperal. There is something in the col-
lege atmosphere which makes the lighter
form of matter particularly spontaneous and
easy of production, and the Ingenuity
of lampoon and satire is often commendable.
The humorous papers are usually illustrated
by undergraduates and the excellence of
art work, of course, varies considerably. The
fact that, in several known cases students
are paying their way through college by
contributions to professional funny papers,
would go to prove that the college satirist
has, in some instances, at least, first-class
illustrations to embellish his efforts.
From an economic standpoint it is nothing
short of wonderful that a college colony,
numbering In all less than 2,000 souls,
should be able to support profitably a daily
paper, two weeklies, a monthly, and an an-
nual bound volume; yet such a feat is being
accomplished not alone in the largest col-
leges in the country. Such a feat is a credit
to student enterprise, and, more than this,
the fact that each particular branch of col-
lege Journalism is so good of its kind, is a
credit to the finer talents of American under-
graduates. It would be well if every or-
ganized course of study trained its disci-
ples as wisely and as well as do the unpre-
tentious college papers, which, in their inde-
pendent way, are doing better for their
editors and writers than many a law or
medical school is doing for its physicians
and barristers; they are throwing to the
winds that mass of theory which so often
proves only a stumbling block, and, in a
smaller, narrower sense, showing to the
novice what will be required of him in the
wide world.
Weighed with regard to educative value*
modem college Journalism may be classed
among the chief blessings of the new
thought that has so changed the aspect of
our almae matres In the past decade, causing
the conservative parents of wisdom to open
their eyes at the strange doings of the more
recent college-mothers who first out-
stretched their arms to the busy outside
world and admitted to their curricula inno-
vations that must have made some fine olJ
scholastics turn uneasily in their graves.
VERDI is dead, and the world is asking
Who shall take the place of Verdi? just
as the world asked
Who shall take the
The Passing place of Wagner?
of Verdi. when Wagner died.
Verdi lived a long
life that was full of
honor and accom-
plishment. When Italian opera was In the
"Trovatore" and "Favorita" stage it was
Verdi who wrote the "Trovatore" and the
"Favorita"; when the sterner dramalsms of
Germany had made themselves felt In the
world of opera. It was Verdi who composed
"Alda," "Otello," and "Falstaff." Guiseppe
Verdi was the man that toward the end of
the Nineteenth Century saved "Italian
opera" from becoming a term of reproach.
He was the father of all the Mascagnls^
Leoncavallos and Puccinls that made mel-
ody for the newer Italy. He was a great
man and much of his music will live.
"Aida" cannot die; apart from its dramatic
worth there are strains In it that are abso-
lutely inspirational. In "Otello" are genu-
ine fire and music that to the last note Il-
lustrates the text. In sheer reckless tune-
fulness "II Trovatore" is a record opera.
It is our proud whim to-day to despise its
melodies, to associate them with hand organ
and beggar band. But who is there left In
all the land to write such melody? A great
voice that made music for us all has been
silenced and not a nation alone but all the
civilized world shares the loss and sorrows.
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Affiliated Colieae.
Overland Monthly
Vol. XXXVII
March, 1901
No. 3
GOLDEN GATE PARK,
By RICHARD M. GIBSON.
,1'
N all the authentic and recorded his-
tory of the rise and development and
expansion of civilization of which
our organized society and its in-
stitutions are a product and part, there
are no more picturesque and unique
chapters than those which tell the
story of the carving of a mighty em-
pire out of the rough wilderness which
confronted our forefathers, as, step by
step, they pushed their way across this
western hemisphere from the bleak Mas-
sachusetts shores on which the Pilgrim
Fathers landed, through the primeval for-
ests of the Atlantic States, into the vast
prairies of the middle west, over the
great divide of the Rocky Mountains,
and down the sunlit slopes of these Pa-
cific States, until their farther progress
was stopped by the waters of the ocean.
And, in this story, the creation and de-
velopment of the Golden Gate Park, which
has been termed San Francisco's breath-
ing place, and which is rapidly working
itb way to the front as one of the great
'sights of the world, forms a detail that
ii characteristic of the energy and in-
genuity with which our people attack
and overcome obstacles which stand be-
tween them and the attainment of their
desires.
TJiirty-flve years ago the site which is
now Golden Gate Park was mainly a ser-
ies of desolate sand dunes, barren of
vegetation of any kind, save a small
fringe of chaparral and weak soil at the
eastern end. It was then known as
a part of what were termed, in the mu-
nicipal parlance of the day, the outside
lands. These outside lands had originally
been the pueblo lands of the old pueblo
of Yerba Buena as it existed in the days
of the Spanish and Mexican dominion.
These lands were held in trust by the
Alcalde for the benefit of subjects and
citizens, each of whom had the right,
after complying with certain legal re-
quirements, to have a site for a home-
stead set apart and transferred to him.
When the sovereignty over California was
ceded to the United States by Mexico,
and before the municipality of San Fran-
cisco, as created under the Americanized
California law, obtained a title from Con-
gress to these lands, they became, it
was contended by some, a part of the pub-
lic domain of the United States, and as
such, subject to appropriation, under the
pre-emption laws, by all citizens. Much
of the area upon which San Francisco
now stands was taken up in this way.
Still another class of questionable titles
were founded upon a claim of succession
to the grantees under old Spanish and
Mexican grants. Many, if not most, of
these claims of title were little better
than assertions of what has been desig-
nated squatter sovereignty; but it was
an era of confusion and self-assertion
in which squatter sovereignty was a rec-
ognized institution, and, as the commun-
ity settled down upon a more orderly and
methodical basis it was thought advis-
able in the interests of harmony to par-
tially recognize and compromise with
what may be termed the claims of vested
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rights that had grown out o£ this squat-
ter sovereignty. At the same time an
effort was made to save as much as pos-
sible for the city. It was in the course
or following out this policy that the mu-
nicipal authorities, under the leadership
ol the late Mr. Frank McCoppin, succeed-
ed in getting possession of the lands upon
which the Golden Gate Park now stands.
Id 1864 Mr. JusUce Field, in the United
States Circuit Court, rendered a decision
in favor of the city's claim to four square
leagues of land upon the San Francisco
peninsula. This decree was approved
of by a confirmatory act of Congress
passed in 1866. But the squatters, or
settlers, as they termed themselves, were
still in possession of their lands, and it
was an open question whether they would
not be able in the end to maintain their
titles. The legal battle, indeed, was only
begun, not ended. The city had gained
little more than a good standing In court
and an interminable litigation seemed be-
fore it. Besides this, the squatters or
settlers, in addition to having a good le-
gal position, had certain equities which
everybody recognized. In this condition
of affairs the municipal authorities, with
Mr. McCoppin at their head, held a con-
ference with the squatters or settlers —
among whom were such able and influ-
ential men as John B. Felton, Eugene Cas-
serly, Bugene Sullivan, John H. Baird,
Eugene Lies, Thomas U. Sweeny, who has
since donated to the Park the Observa-
tory on Strawberry Hill, and many
others — at which the latter were asked
if they would be willing to surrender
ten per centum of their holdings to the
city, for the purpose of creating a Park,
if the city authorities would join with
them in. procuring State legislation con-
firming their titles and thus settling for-
ever the existing dispute. They all
agreed to this. Some of them, indeed,
offered to give up an even higher percent-
age. John B. Felton, who was a large-
minded, open-handed man, offered to give
twenty-five per centum. Thereupon an
ordinance was passed by the Board of
Supervisors embodying this agreement
and a committee was appointed to ap-
praise the value of all the outside lands,
and also to fix a price for that portion
required for Park purposes. This com-
mittee found that the value of the out-
side lands was something over twelve
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millions of dollars, and that the portion
to be taken for Park purposes was worth
something under thirteen hundred thou-
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three-fourths per centum was, therefore,
sufficient to pay for the Golden Gate Park
lands, as well as for the Avenue Park,
commonly know as the Panhandle, and
Buena Vista Park, which were acquired
ar the same time and are now a part of
the territory under the immediate juris-
diction of the Park Commissioners. While
the ordinance embodying the compromise
was before the Supervisors, and while
the confirmatory acts were before the
legislature, a fierce opposition to the
whole project was maintained. Writing
upon this phase of the subject, Mr. Wil-
liam Hammond Hall says:
"The .battle which was waged against
the location of a park where Golden Gate
Park now is, and the men who fought the
**dreary desert" location, as Colonel W.
H. L. Barnes has since fittingly called it,
should not be forgotten. It was a strug-
gle before the Legislature and Board of
Supervisors in the settlement of outside
land titles. I remember well and my
file otf newspaper clippings reminds me
of details of the attack made on the
proposal for a park in the "Western Ad-
dition" and "Outside Lands," and how
every one prominently connected with
the "job," as It was called, was hauled
over the coals, both reportorially and
editorially. The proposed site was con-
demned as worthless for the purpose. It
was written and declaimed and published
that nothing could be made to grow on
the "wild sand drift" without covering
it in with loam and manure, that for this
purpose it would have to be graded down
to an approximately level plain, that the
cost would be fabulous, that water-supply
sufficient to serve it could not be obtained
OP the peninsula of San FYancisco, that
the advance of sands from the beach
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would rapidly cover in and obliterate
all improvements thus made, at any cost,
and that this could not be averted ex-
cept by building a massive sea-wall of
concrete and stone, located well outside
of the low-water line and for the full
length of the beach — from Seal Rocks
1 Cliff House) point to the creek three
miles south. To controvert these opin-
ions in those days was to be branded as
an "Outside Land Jobber." I have often
been amused since to see how prominent
people have been converted to belief in
of the city — who wanted the park located
over there. Nothing was too severe for
them and their newspaper champions
to say of the Outside Land desert. And
there was the "North Beach Clique," who
advocated the use of the Presidio as a
park. Their plan was to get Congress
to dedicate this Military Reserve to use
a« a park to be improved by the city;
and they had in a gentleman who after-
wards figured as a controlling Golden
Gate Park Commissioner and as a bril-
liant newspaper editor, a champion who
personal and political esorts
were strenuous to defeat the location of
Golden Gate Park and afterwards to pre-
vent Its improvement, men who con-
demned the place and all connected with
itf- selection and betterment, have since
come to the front as beneficiaries and
even guardians of this people's play-
ground, and have their names more
prominently linked with it in public sight
than those who really secured and im-
proved it for the people.
"There was what was known as the
"Mission Crowd"— influential property-
owners and business men of that quarter
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newspaper manager to write up the
proposed improvement "job," came to my
camp in the little valley where now the
Halleck monument stands, to get matter
for an item. The result was that he wrote
pleasingly of myself as the young sur-
veyor Vho had a good job at the tax-
payers' expense, but he roundly con-
demned, from his afternoon's personal
examination, any attempt to make a park
on the drifting sands or on the lands to-
wards which the drift was coming. I
afterwards wondered whether he had
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written what he really thought, for he
left me under the impression that I had
converted him to believe in my own idea
that the sands presented the best park
lands on the peninsula — ^the warmest and -
most susceptible to bright and enliven-
ing treatment. It were useless to say
more in this strain or to mention names
o** those who opposed ; most of them are
dead, and doubtless all have acknowl-
edged their erro;*. It is more pleasing to
say something of those who were right
In the struggle and to whose memory
or towards whom San Franciscans should
for reasons which afterwards transpired
I can have no warmth of recollection for
Mr. McCoppin, as a San Franciscan I
cannot forget that it was he who as
Mayor did much to secure the location
of our Park where it is — the most suit-
able site which could have been selected
— ^and that he did it in the face of abuse
and denunciation of himself and the place
alike. He honestly believed in the loca-
tion, and was one of those who in the
earlier years of improvement upheld the
drsf Park Commissioners in that belief
and advocacy. But behind him were the
Conservatory.
specially turn with feelings of kindness
and gratitude.
**Foremost among these were John
Nightingale, E. Ewald, Abraham Selig-
man, Eugene L. Sullivan, Eugene Lies,
Dr . Beverly Cole, and others whose
names do not now occur to me, as West-
em Addition and Outside Land property-
owners, and Frank McCoppin as Super-
visor and in the Mayor's chair. Although
original champions of the truth we af-
terwards demonstrated. These were the
six whose names I have just mentioned.
John Nightingale and E. Ewald, with
that great counsellor and advocate, John
B. Felton, were more than any others in-
strumental in bringing about the legisla-
tion, both Federal and State, which re-
sulted in the settlement of the early Out-
side Land disputes and Squatter wars.
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and in the acquirement of the Golden
Gate Park site almost without cost to the
dty. Abraham Seligman, Dr. Cole and
Eugene L. Sullivan, together with Eu-
gene Liies as attorney for the latter, were
foremost among those who pressed for
the Park reservation feature being intro-
duced in the settlement to be made.
Paul Rousset, a Frenchman, who
knew what had been accomplished by
way of reclamation and foresting sand
dunes in his own and other countries,
was the well-informed champion of the
suitableness of the site, who tried the
first experiments in establishing growths
ot: our sands and provided the others
with the arguments in favor of the place
for a park. There ought to be a monu-
ment erected in honor of these men, for
they waded through a slough of ridicule
and abuse to give San Francisco her Park
Kite. Doubtless there were others en-
titled to much credit, whom I did not so
well know of.
The necessary legislation was finally
enacted. Speaking of this compromise at
tke opening of the Sweeny Observatory,
or Amphitheatre, on Strawberry Hill,
tventT'three years later, Mr. Frank Mc-
Coppin said:
"And now. after a lapse of twenty-three
years, looking at it dispassionately I do
not know that I would change that set-
tlement in any particular save one — I
wish the Park could have been made
larger than it is. But when we consider
the time in which the thing was done, the
absence of public sentiment upon the sub-
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Ject of parks, the greed of individuals and
the general want of education among the •
people in regard to public grounds, it is
really a matter of congratulation that
so much was accomplished."
That covers the situation. No person
can examine the Park to-day and not re-
gret that the hills to the south of it, with
their magnificent possibilities for sublime
woodland and other scenic effects, are
not included in its area; but upon the
other hand, no student of San Francisco's
history, who is intelligent enough to un-
derstand the conditions prevailing at the
time of the compromise and settlement,
can fail to realize how close we were to
having no Park at all.
The Park site being acquired, the Legis-
lature proceeded to pass a bill creating
a Park Commission and authorizing the
Supervisors to appropriate money for
the reclamation of the land. In the
thirty-two years that have since elapsed
that work has been carried forward stead-
ily and energetically. Mr. William Ham-
mond Hall, the eminent engineer, laid out
1 broad plan of reclamation and designed
an appropriate system of roadways for
the Commissioners. While, of course,
it has been elaborated in detail, to an
extent and in ways that probably its
designer never thought of, the general
lines of Mr. Hall's plan have been carried
out and the artistic and enduring nature
of the scheme bears testimony to his
judgment and taste. A picture of Mr.
Hall accompanies this article. He was the
Park's first Superintendent. At first
the Commissioners were a good deal
embarrassed for the want of funds com-
mensurate with the extent of the under-
taking for, as Mr. McCoppin said, there
was at that time no public sentiment
upon the subject of Parks, and there was
a widespread ignorance among the
masses as to the value of public recre-
ation grounds, while, upon the other hand,
the Supervisors were always anxious to
have the appearance of giving a very
economic administration. But as the
Park work began to develop into pictur-
esque lawns surrounded by fringes of
forest, well-made drives, and walks
running through exquisite gardens and
charming landscapes, its importance was
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accorded a growing recognition. Of late
years, therefore, while the Commission-
ers could no doubt have usefully em-
ployed more money than has been set
apart for them, they have, as a rule, been
fairly well supplied. This has been es-
pecially so since the improved system
of street railroad transportation brought
the Park practically to every man's
doorstep. Twenty-five years ago no one
without a horse and buggy or other
vehicle could reach the Park with any
comfort; to-day nine or ten street car
lines (with a five-cent fare) terminate
there, and these lines transfer with nearly
every other line in the city.
When the work of reclamation was
first begun, the Park Commissioners were
confronted with one of the most dis-
couraging tasks that men have ever
faced. Commencing with the eastern
boundary line of the Panhandle and end-
ing at the ocean beach, they had a terri-
tory four and a quarter miles long, by
half a mile wide, and consisting mainly
o' dry, shifting sand dunes, to improve
and make beautiful. The vastness of
the undertaking was equalled by the ap-
parently unsurmountable difficulties that
had to be overcome. All sorts of devices
were tried for the reclamation of the
shifting sand dunes. Grain crops were
put in and nearly all varieties of grass
were cultivated with but little success.
Yellow lupin was tried but did not fully
produce the results desired. Finally the
sea bent grass was experimented with,
and its strong fibrous roots were found
to accomplish the purposes desired. This
grass held the sand in place, and under
its shelter stronger plants and shrubs
were set out and grew up. After four
years of effort that which had been a
barren waste began to clothe itself in a
rough and dingy verdure that inspired the
hope of future and more perfect achieve-
ments. Subsoiling. tree planting, flower
sowing, shrub setting, road making and
water-pipe laying, were soon inaugurated,
and in a little time the eastern end of the
area up as far as the present Conserva-
tory began to present a most attractive
appearance. Writing of the difficulties
of the early Park improvement, Mr. Wil-
liam Hammond Hall says:
"The first Board of Park Commission-
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ers had a lot of trouble on its hands re-
garding the general character to be given
the improvement and how the work was
to be carried out. Many crude ideas
were advanced and pressed upon the
Commission, and many, I fear, from inter-
ested motives, sought to influence the
Commission in these regards. A big
grading company was then in eicistence,
operating "steam paddys" in loading
trains of railway cars from the sand-hills
in the quarter east of the Park, and its
tracks extended to the Mission Bay
dumping grounds. There were rumors
that the Golden Gate Park improvement
was to be a job in the interest of this
company, whose paddys were to tear
down the hills of the reservation at the
city's expense and dump their sands onto
bay lots at further cost to their owners.
There certainly was opportunity for a
job, as the Park grading would not have
been embarrassea by official grade ele-
vations previously fixed, and any quan-
tity of spare sands could have been ac-
quired by fixing grades low enough, there-
by providing aoundance for the Mission-
fiats filling.
"Within a month after I had been made
Engineer and Superintendent a proposal
came up informally to let a great contract
to the grading company for the general
grading of the Park. The idea was to
cut things down to a plane like a pub-
li'^ square. Hills, valleys, iindulations,
were to be done away with. There was
1 hot time in the inner circles. One of the
Commission was an intimate friend of the
President of the grading company. The
Commission thought the plan of improve-
ment was all right, and, innocently, was
ii. favor of the contract, as it would re-
lieve the Commission of much detail
of administration work. Another per-
son had different ideas, and confided the
proposal to me, and I poured the account
into General Alexander's ears. The old
gentleman lost no time in putting him-
self in the way of members of the Com-
mission, explaining that parks were not
improved that way — that all the hills
and valleys ought to be retained. I took
the same ground when asked, and so the
matter was killed before it ever got for-
mally to the Board. But this action made
trouble afterwards, and was a principal
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cause for the trouble made over Park
matters before the litigation several
years later. Those who were disappointed
never forgot nor forgave.
drives have been constructed which will
soon be thrown open to the public, be-
cause to the pleasure-seeking public the
approach is so inconvenient that it may
"Curiously enough there were extrem-
ists of the exact reverse idea of Park
improvement — those who were opposed
to almost any grading or opening up of
the ground at all. These people were
represented by members of a horticul-
tural society, and by a horticultural jour-
nal. In February, 1872, an edition of
this magazine roundly condemned the
Commissioners and all engaged under
them for having done any grading at
all. Here are some extracts from the
"HorUculturist":
" 'Unfortunately a piece of land has
been forced upon the good people of
San Francisco as a Park reservation,
which nature had reserved for other pur-
poses, the masses have not been con-
sulted, and our authorities have exhibit-
ed no particular desire to obtain a popu-
lar expression on this and similar pro-
jects. If the people had been permitted
to exercise their prerogative, there would
certainly be no Park reservation under
the ostentatious title of ''Golden Gate
Park."
" * It is evident somebody wanted a
Park there, and, the city owning the land,
authority was obtained to expend a cer-
tain sum of money in the Improvement
of this desert.
" * What we require for a Park are,
trees, shelter, and some kind of vegeta-
tion to cover a barren and unsightly sur-
face. It is sheer nonsense to tell us that
bij said to be virtually inaccessible — and
if reached, it possesses no attractions,
nothing to induce a second visit, and a
drive in that direction must result in
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disappointment and disgust to anyone
seeking park scenery. And we stoutly
maintain, that no Park can ever be inau-
gurated on that site that will be worth
seeing or having, without establishing in
the first place a good and sufficient
growth of trees and shrubs. There was
really no necessity for grading, and the
entire money should have been expended
in covering the reservation with vegeta-
tion and such trees and shrubs as are
adapted to the locality."
"The Horticultural Society appointed a
committee to look into the matter, and
the engineer who saved the Park (though
one could now suppose, and' the material
was used in filling a lot of frog ponds
scattered over the area where now' the
greatest lawn is spread before the main
entrance drive. This work was unquali-
fiedly condemned and a system of drives
was advocated which would have been
nowhere over thirty feet wide and located
iv tortuous windings under lea of the
ridges and hills only. The Park could
never have been a driving park under
such a plan, but the engineer has seen his
ideas upheld by the work of every Park
Commission from that day to this, for
each has opened wider and still more di-
A Glimpse of Stow Lake and Conservatory.
the public knew nothing of this), from
the introduction of the steam paddy and
the leveling process of the grading com-
pany, at the expense of incurring enmi-
ties which followed him for years, was
by the Horticulturists roundly castigated
in their reports, practically for having
done any grading at all, and for laying
out such wide and direct roads. The chief
fault found was with several cuttings that
were made in opening roads — notably
that through the ridge just north of the
Halleck monument, to get from the en-
trance valley to the conservatory valley.
Much more of a cutting was made than
rect drives in modification of his original
plans."
Soon after the work of improving the
Park had begun to take shape and form
men of means also began to assist the
development by creating special fea-
tures at their own expense. Mr. Wil-
liam Alvord, President of the Bank of
California, led the way in this direction
b> presenting the lakelet, which bears
his name, at the Haight street entrance,
where the daily life of curious species
o* water fowl have for years past inter-
ested children as well as adults. Later
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erected the Conservatory. The material
of which tne Conservatory was originally
constructed was brought to this coast
by the late Mr. James Lick for the pur-
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pose, it is believed, of erecting a sani-
tarium at San Jose. Upon Mr. Lick's
death Mr. Alvord saw the opportunity to
get material for a Park Conservatory
and he induced a number of others to
join him in the project. As a result the
Conservatory was soon built and stocked.
In 1880 it was nearly destroyed by fire.
After this catastrophe the late Mr. Chas.
Crocker, one of the famous builders of
the Central Pacific Railroad, stepped to
the front and restored the structure at
a cost to himself of about fourteen thou-
sand dollars. Next in point of import-
ance, if not in time, came the gift of the
Observatory on Strawberry Hill by Mr.
Thomas U. Sweeny. This Observatory
now commands a natural panorama of
views which for picturesque interest and
soul-stirring grandeur have no superiors
anywhere in the known world. Several
o* the illustrations which accompany this
article present glimpses of the Observa-
tory and views of its immediate surroun-
ings. The creation of the Children's
Playground with money left by the late
Senator Sharon, was another Individual
contribution to the Park that adds much
to its completeness as a place for re-
creation.
The Huntington Water Fall on Straw-
berry Hill is, perhaps, the most important
gift ever made to the Park. Its import-
ance does not, however, grow out of itself
so much as it does out of the improve-
ments to which it has led — the creation
of Stow Lake in its present form and of
the innumerable scenic effects in the im-
mediate neighborhood. The Huntington
Water Fall was built with twenty-five
thousand dollars contributed by the late
Mr. C. P. Huntington at the solicitation
of the late Mr. W. W. Stow. Strawberry
Hill in its present condition is one of
the most charming bits of park effect to
be found in the world. Surrounded by
a lake which makes it an elevated island,
its sides present delightful bits of scen-
ery no matter what point it is viewed
from. While everything is artificial the
visitor would never for a moment suspect
that that which so delights his eye is
not a creation of nature in one of her
most generous moods. Amid rocks grace-
fully-drooping ferns thrive luxuriously,
their delicate green colors forming a
picturesque contrast to the darker shades
of the pines and acacias with which the
hill is covered. By a well-formed drive-
way that reminds one of some remark-
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as by numerous paths leading through de-
lightful grottos and shady places, the
summit is reached. And there is the Ob-
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servatory. Below lies the Park, its wind-
ing drives and walks bordered with noble
trees, its forests of pine and other trees,
itfi undulating slopes covered with rich
verdure, its lake glistening in the sun-
light, and its romantic cascade. Away
off to the west the great Pacific Ocean
tosses in fretful Impatience, while its
waves break with a dull and ceaseless
roar on the sandy beach. Still farther off,
faintly outlined against the horizon, one
can, on clear days, catch a glimpse of the
Farallone Islands — ^twenty-one miles
away. To the northwest lies the entrance
Mr. M. H. de Young and his associates
in the Midwinter Fair enterprise, as a
memorial of the success of that great
undertaking. This is one of those im-
provements which grow with age. It Is
now one of the principal attractions in
the Park. Near the Children's Playground
at the entrance to what is known as
Concert Valley, a magnificent statue to
the memory of the author of the Star
Spangled Banner has been erected by
money provided by the late Mr. James
Lick. Numerous other works of statuary,
personal and allegorical, have been con-
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to the bay of San Francisco, and its fa-
mous Golden Gate. Beyond are the light-
houses on Points Bonita and Arena. To
the east the quiet households of Sausa-
lito can be seen nestling beneath the
shadow of the rugged hills on the Marin
shore, while Mount Tamalpais rises in
colossal grimness toward the blue sky
above. Across the lower bay are seen
the towns of Oakland, Berkeley, and Ala-
meda standing out in relief from the
dark background of hills that rise in grad-
ual undulations until they blend with
the towering form of Mount Diablo.
Another gift of great value was that
of the Museum which was erected, by
tributed by individuals and associations.
Among these, are a statue of General Hal-
leck, another of President Garfield, an-
other of General Grant, and another of
the Rev. Thomas Starr King. Further
contributions of a like nature are expect-
ed from time to time. Some time before
his death the late Mr. George W. Childs
of the Philadelphia Ledger, contributed
a Prayer Book Cross, in the Runic style
of architecture, which is in commemora-
tion of the first Episcopal prayer offered
up on this coast. The prayer was uttered
by the chaplain of Sir Francis Drake,
when that famous leader landed on the
shores of Drake's Bay, June 24. 1579.
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Another generous gift that now con-
stitutes one of the principal attractions
of Qolden Gate Park is that of the new
Music Stand in the Musical Concourse.
This was contributed by Mr. Claus
Spreckels. It is designed in the Italian
Renaissance style and executed in Colusa
sandstone. In elevation, the new stand
presents itself as a central feature, with
a frontage of fifty-five feet and a height
of seventy feet. This central feature is
flanked on each side with Corinthian
columns. Extending from these columns
on each side are colonnades fifty-two feet
long by fifteen feet wide, each of which
supports sixteen Ionic columns. Taken
as an entirety the structure is massive
and artistic yet charmingly simple.
So far, in their work of improvement,
the Park Commissioners have devoted
pal attention and expended
•esources on the eastern half
:, as far out as Strawberry
w Lake, and they have creat-
ficent series of broad lawns
ul garden spots, embroidered,
with sufficient woodland and
;o produce the most ornate
a scenic point of view. The
lis territory has been thor-
1 for irrigation, and presents
m appearance all the year
far as possible the natural
and general topography of
} been followed. Artifice has
used to aid nature and give
i health to that which was
barren and unproductive. An elaborate
Aviary has been constructed on the hill
across from and to the southwest of the
Conservatory. It is stocked with a very
large assortment of rare birds from all
countries. Close to it an enclosure for
squirrels has been created where the
little animals can live just as they do
when at large. Judging from the num-
ber of people who linger round these two
places they constitute one of the most
popular features in the Park. There is
also a deer glen stocked with a goodly
•collection of representatives of the var-
ious species. This glen is unfailing as
a centre of attraction. The animals are
not caged but live as if wild (except
Ihat they are supplied with food), roam-
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ing at will through a large enclosure.
There is a buffalo paddock where a small
herd of these almost extinct animals offer
a chance to the curious to study the
ways of those who were the principal
iniiabitants of Chicago before the pale-
face came. A number of other strange
animals and birds, including a grizzly
bear, are scattered around in various
suitable places. The menagerie feature
is constantly being added to and made
the subject of contributions. In a valley
to the south of Strawberry Hill some five
wells have been sunk and a complete
plant of pumping machinery erected. It
ii« believed that these wells tap a sub-
terranean channel and that an inexhaus-
tible supply of water is now assured for
all time. The cost of pumping only
amounts to about six thousand dollars a
year. The entire water-works plant is
enclosed in an artistic concrete building,
in the Moorish style of architecture, and
the valley surrounding it has been so
ornately developed that it bears the ap-
pearance of an old time fairy dell rather
than the home of an intricate twentieth
century piece of steam machinery.
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At the entrance to the Park a stone
Lodge has been erected which furnishes
the Commissioners with office accommo-
dations, and the Superintendent, who
needs to be always on the ground, with
n residence. It is, comparatively speak-
ing, a small and unpretentious building
but it is elegant, artistic and refined in
its appearance. Mr. John McLaren has
been the Superintendent for a long
stretch of years past, and it has been
into view lo charm the eye and elevate
the mind. There is an extensive speed
track for horsemen and another for bi-
cycle riders. The Commissioners are
now seeking to make arrangements for
the special accommodation of those who
take pleasure in the automobile. Mr.
Martin, one of the Commissioners, is
a champion of the automobile cause. An
Arboretum is being created a little to the
southwest of the Musical Concourse. It
Miles T. Baird's Road Cart.
He has shown himself to be a man
of consummate judgment, as well as a
landscape gardener of faultless taste.
The Park at present contains what
may be roughly estimated at between
twenty and thirty miles of roadway well
built and as smooth as the proverbial
billiard table. The extent of the walks
and pathways designed for persons on
foot can scarcely be computed. These
pathways are full of delightful surprises;
full of exquisite bits of coloring and
scenic effects that unexpectedly come
be cultivated in our climate and soil.
Already there are scattered throughout
the Park trees and plants indigenous to
many soils and many climates. There
are, for instance, the Australian tea fern,
the New Zealand tea tree and "toute"
(the latter bearing a fruit the eating of
which drives cattle crazy), the passion
vine from Lebanon, the Norway spruce,
the Scotch broom, the Eastern barberry,
the Douglas fir, the juniper tree, the Ore-
gon pine, Chinese trees, Eastern elms,
maples and basswood, plants from Japan,^
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South America, Chili, South Africa, Spain,
various specimens of trees from the
Pyrenees Mountains and the Alps, and
varieties of the Kauri pine from New Zea-
land.
West of Strawberry Hill it is intended
that an entirely different line of im-
pi-ovement and Park development shall
be followed. Already the foundation of
this has been laid. The land has been re-
claimed and a hardy forest of trees
planted. This forest is to be the main
feature of the western end of the Park.
The resources of the Commissioners are
soon to be put forth in its improvement.
Subsoiling is to be undertaken in a large
way and irrigation appliances introduced.
The trees are to be fed with appropriate
fertilizing materials for the promotion
of their growth. Winding pathways are
to be constructed, and wherever nature
suggests the creation of a picturesque
grotto or dell, the suggestion will be
aided. The general aim and purpose of
the Commissioners will be to attain wild
sylvan effects, coupled with luxuriance
Oi foliage and fragrant aroma — to create,
in short, such a forest as will be calcu-
lated to inspire the mind of a poet or an
artist Other and minor features may
be added to this plan. For instance Mr.
Jasper McDonald, one of the present
Park Commissioners, is an enthusiastic
advocate of the creation of an Aquarium,
[f this idea is carried out, its appropriate
location would be near the ocean beach.
Mr. McDonald is an active and influential
man and it is possible that before he
leaves office he may induce some rich
man to contribute seventy-five or a hun-
dred thousand dollars to carry out this
project. Mr. R. H. Lloyd, another of the
Commissioners, would like to see about
ten acres of the Park, near the ocean,
turned into a place for real salt water
bathing. Mr. Lloyd is also a man of en-
ergy and influence, and it is possible that
he may induce some rich client to fumis:i
the means of fructifying his idea. But
these will be subsidiary attractions.
Just as the chain of lakes which
have already been constructed are
subordinate to the general idea that the
Park from Strawberry Hill to the beach
i3 to be a grand forest. The Commission-
ers control the beach from the rocks at
the foot of the Cliff House to the county
line. No plan for its permanent im-
provement has yet been adopted, but it
is scarcely possible that they will do
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otherwise than grade it, subsoil it, and
plant it with trees from the roadway
down to the edge of the littoral. Indeed
the only wonder is that they have not
done so already, for it is an improvement
that would produce a maximum of superb
results for a minimum expenditure
of money. The beach thus improved
would be a glorious lounging place as well
as a uniquely picturesque stretch of the
shore line. Probably nothing like it
could be found on the ocean shore of the
world though many choice bits of that
nature can be found on bay shores.
When this entire conception is carried
out the Golden Uate Park will be the
smell of flowers and the eye is charmed
with picturesque combinations of the
physically beautiful in nature; passing
on he may bury himself in a forest as
dense as those which Fenimore Cooper
has taken us all througn and in solitude
join the worship of nature- at her own
shrine, or he may pass on to the ocean
beach where he may lie and listen to
"the voice of the great Creator that
speaks in that awful sound" as the long
roll of the Pacific breaks with a mingled
roar and moan on the sandy shore. Re-
lieved, he may Jump on board a passing
electric car and in an hour's time be back
again in the midst of the crush and hurry
Kelly & Sons' Four in Hands.
Pride, Prejudice, Pastime, Pleasure.
grandest one thousand and forty acres of
land ever seen outside of the Garden of
Eden. The exception is made without
prejudice to any claim of complete super-
iority that may be made for Golden Gate
Park. When that time comes it will
be possible for the worried man of busi-
ness to tear himself away from the mad-
dening throngs that crush and jostle and
crowd through the heated streets in their
wild worship of the modern god — Money
— and in thirty minutes to enter upon a
stretch of nearly two miles of foiling
lawns, where the air is redolent with the
and confusion where the wild-eyed devo-
tees of the god Money never cease
throughout the livelong day from throw-
ing themselves in front of his grinding
Juggernaut.
Thus far tnis article has dealt princi-
pally with its subject from what may be
termed the inanimate point of view. But
there is an animate point of view from
which it may be regarded that is, perhaps,
even more interesting. The Park is now
and has been for years past a center
of attraction that is visited every day by
hundreds of people. Probably there is no
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pleasant day on which the visitors num-
ber less than a thousand. On Sundays
and other holidays this number runs up
to from ten to thirty thousand and up-
wards, according to the weather. A
glimpse on a pleasant Sunday afternoon
in the Park presents an impressive spec-
tacle as well as a field for the thoughtful
study of some phases of life in a great
metropolitan city.
An exquisite and characteristic view of
Park scenery and Park life is gained from
the stairway overlooking the Conservatory
The wintry sun of February glistens on
the glass conservatory, and around it in
every direction lie undulating lawns of
green grass and artistic beds of flowers
and shrubbery, while groves and fringes
of trees relieve the landscape of any sug-
gestion of monotony. Away ofT in the dis-
tance the Star Spangled Banner monu-
ment stands out in relief against an um-
brageous background In which one can
catch a glimpse of the solid Sharon Play-
ground Building. Out in the open stands
the Garfleld monument, and well-kept
pathways run in all directions. The main
driveway passes through the center of
this view, and both it and the surround-
ing pathways are alive with people mov-
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ing briskly about. Teams of all kinus
dash backward and forward, up and down
the driveway. Passing by the Conser-
vatory, not because its tropical contents
are without an interest that justifies the
steady procession of visitors that arc
passing in and out of it, but because time
and space are going rapidly, let us take
a position near the first music stand, and
watch the equestrian procession rush
past. First comes a man on horseback.
His arms are spread out like the cropped
wings of a barnyard fowl attempting to
afternoon. Mr. George A. Newhall, Presi-
dent of the Police Commission leads the
procession with a magnificently equipped
four-in-hands. Nothing more stylish
can be seen in Central Park, New York,
or Hyde Park, London, during the season.
He is followed by Mr. Miles F. Baird of
the Hotel Pleasanton, in a jaunty single-
horse cart drawn by a well-set nag. Next
comes a swell stranger, from the Palace,
with a four-in-hands from the stables of
Thomas Kelly & Sons, the California-
street liverymen. This turn-out is as
J. C. KIrkpatrlck's Our Dick: 2:Wy^; Harvey Mack, 2:09i/2-
fly. He rises briskly up and down in the
saddle to the motion or an awkward-
gaited horse. He is a clerk in an Eng-
lish Insurance office, and labors under the
delusion that he cuts a good figure on
horseback. A sedate-looking German cor-
ner groceryman comes next. He is giv-
ing his family a Sunday airing In the
wagonette which he uses for delivering
his goods on week days. Then there
comes a crowd of more stylish rigs. As a
rule the real swell set do not turn out on
Sundays, but some of them are here this
perfect in all its appointments and de-
tails as any private equipage could be.
Then a fast-stepping trotter drawing
a light buggy comes whirling past. It
is driven by a handsome blonde who is
accompanied by a female friend. The
blonde is one of the mysteries of the
city — a mystery of a type that is to be
found in all great cities. She lives with
her husband in a swagger hotel. He is
a fiash man-about-town, and has no
known business nor source of income.
Neither has she; but they both live well
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and never seem short of money. There
ii a momentary pause in the cavalcade,
and then comes one of John Nolan
& Sons', the California-street livery
stable keepers, well-appointed four-in-
hands. It is driven by a down-town mer-
chant and cuts a swell figure as it goes
prancing by. Next comes Terence Mulla-
ney. There is no pretense of style about his
equipage. For the accommodation of his
family he has just put a couple of ex-
tra seats into the express wagon with
which he makes his daily bread. Next
comes a spirited horse turned vicious
through bad driving. Young Doppel-
kroutz, who is driving it, is a grocer's
clerk with a salary of thirty dollars per
month and board. He is only two years
out from Germany, and is anxious to
show people that he is a blood. The spec-
tator heaves a sigh of relief as he passes
from sight, and Mr. Henry J. Crocker's
swagger four-in-hands comes clatter-
ing past, the coats of its well-groomed
horses shining like a piece of finished vel-
vet This is one of the most stylish turn-
outs on the Coast, and one watches with
pleasure the skillful ease and grace with
which its owner manages it, until it dis-
appears from sight. Its place is taken
by a quiet rockaway occupied by a young
married couple who are so engrossed in
each other that their team is a menace
t'i the public safety.
One might watch this procession with
interest and amusement all the after-
noon, for it never ceases; but there are
other sights to be seen, and if one would
take in the salient features of a Sunday
afternoon in the Park, one must be up
and moving — moving across the drive-
way and up a romantic pathway to where
a crowd of people are watching the squir-
rels in the large cage and the birds in the
great aviary building. From here a short
pathway leads down past the Starr King
monument to the Musical Concourse. Th(^
harmony of discord is in the air to greet
one's arrival at this place, but in a mo-
ment or two from out of these classical
variations come the simpler notes, one
might almost say words, of "Nearer My
God to Thee." There are probably five
or six thousand people sitting around
listening to this open air sacred concert.
They come from all classes of society
Adolph B. Spreckels,
President Board of Park Commissioners.
and are of all religions and of the relig-
ion of no religion. No city in the world
could gather a better conducted or more
genteel-appearing audience. But one must
not linger even here, in this place of mel-
ody, for the afternoon is passing. A sharp
turn to the right brings one to a well-
made roadway, and a brisk five minutes'
walk down this lands one in the Chil-
drens' Playground. Here hundreds of
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little ones are rushing about in all direc-
tions while mothers and nurses keep
watch and ward. Some are riding on
the docile donkeys' backs, and others are
driving in goat carriages; some are in
the swings and others are whirling about
on the merry-go-round. All are enjoy-
ing themselves, and one watches their
enjoyment with a pleasure that is per-
haps even keener than theirs, until a
wild shout a little way to the east arouses
out, they have two men on bases, and a
third batsman is just taking his place.
It is a critical moment. The ball flies
toward the plate and the striker makes
a futile blow at it. "Strike one," cries
the umpire. Again the ball flies toward
the striker, who stands immovable. "Ball
one!" calls the umpire. Again the ball
flies toward the plate, and the striker's
bat hits out strong and true. There is a
sharp report as the ball goes flying into
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a curiosity that must be gratifled. That
shout comes from the boys' baseball
ground, where a champion match for
six-bits a side is in progress between
the Telegraph Hill nine and the Minna
street nine. The game is in its ninth
innings and the score is a tie. The Hill
boys are all out, and the Minna street
boys are at the bat. Two of them are
the outfleld for a home run. Then another
wild yell, a yell of exultation and victory,
arises on the evening air. People begin
moving toward the cars, a blue mist
sweeps over the tree-tops into the lawns
beneath, the lights of the city begin to
glimmer and dance in the distance, and
the Sunday afternoon in the Park is
over. Yet one has not seen one-half of
what was to be seen.
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By ELIZABETH T. MILLS.
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UNivrn^rTY
Y N that historical old church, "Our
K IjSLdy of the Angels/' in the quaint
T^ Spanish section of the city of Los
Angeles, are still preserved, a dozen
interesting and in many ways re-
maricable native paintings done by Indian
artists of the San Fernando Mission over
one hundred years ago. Valueless, of
course, as works of art, these pictures
are yet remarkable studies for the his-
torian and the ethnologist, presenting
as they do rare examples of that blend
of savagery and civilization, common in
Assyrian and Egyptian paintings, and
bas-reliefs, but remarkable in produc-
tions of so late a date. To the work of
the Egyptian, indeed, these bear no lit-
tle resemblance in pose, perspective, and
color effect. One might, in fact, forget
the sacred character of the subjects
treated by these devoted converts, and
imagine himself to be gazing upon a ser-
ies of restorations from the halls of The-
bes or Memphis.
The strange mixing of colors — colors
which the Indians made from the
wild herbs and roots around them — the
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odd arrangement of figures on the can-
vas and their eccentric notions of se-
curing the effect of distance, make their
work a most interesting and profitable
study. Added to this the idea that an
untrained mind would have of the sub-
ject that they chose to represent; the
notion that the Native Man would get
of the life and work of Jesus Christ, and
of his last days in particular; is a theme
for most careful and thoughtful attention.
In these paintings are revealed all the
pent-up passion of sympathy, which both
by training and nature lay concealed
under the stolidity of a most dignified
face and mien; all the hatred of injus-
tice, and all the conception that the In-
dian had of the most mysterious relation
of spiritual kinship between God and
man.
The Indian had his own idea of how the
work ought to look. He chose his colors
to suit himself; and this fact, together
with the large number of figures repre-
sented on the canvas, is the first one to
impress the observer. Such a bright and
"pastey" eftect; every object stands out
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rigidly by means of the strength and
warmth of its colors. Men's faces are
either a deep pink or a dark brown;
women's almost white, that of the Savior
also pale. Qreen, red, and brown predom-
inate; and it is interesting to note how
each figure is set over against the other
by a difference in the color of garments.
Their ideas of perspective were also
equally absurd; the persons who were
supposed to be standing farthest from the
observer were not smaller in size, nor di-
minished by shadow nor dimness, they
stood out in bold relief, and were placed
one above the other on the canvas, till
they reached clear to the top thereof.
A man standing by the side of a mountain
the equilibrium as to destroy that condi-
tion entirely.
There is a rich diversity shown in the
management of facial expression; here
the Indian tried to excel all his other
efforts; such a variety in smiles, the
placid, the hilarious, the ingenuous, and
the scoffing — all grades from beneficent
love down to that of the most vindictive
malefactor — and all set in a line, ready
for inspection. In some cases the smile
iii effected with a simple elevation of
the upper lip, others with the mouth wide
open; others, again, with both chin and
lips drawn in as if tasting something
good and about to smack the lips. In
many cases these effects were almost
was taller than the mountain itself.
The figure of the Christ was always rep-
resented as being smaller than the other
men; and in some cases less than those
of the women also. In one situation He
i^ represented as lying dead across
Mary's lap, and the image when compared
with others standing near was only equal
in size to that of a young boy of per-
haps fourteen.
They had very peculiar notions about
the anatomy of the body: an arm would
be longer than a leg, or set at impossible
angles to the rest of the body. Legs
also were taken similar liberties with;
and frequently set at such relations to
outrivaled by those of the expression
given to the eyes: the round and wonder-
ing, the straight and cruel; both haughty
and imploring; all were given with a
fidelity that was most unexpected and
startling to behold.
Horses were introduced on every pos-
sible occasion; and the animal always
seemed to be a most interested and atten-
tive spectator. His eyes and frequently
his mouth, too, open: his face, with great
breadth between the eyes — greater by
far than is natural — turned always
towards the center of action; and to add
life and vivacity to the scene, regard-
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one foot was always raised a little above
the other. Sometimes the color of the
horse was brown and sometimes white,
but he was always represented with a
rider.
In all of the paintings there is action,
immediate and interesting to all the fig-
ures concerned; this is strongly marked
over the whole canvas. There is nothing
hazy about that. They meant to make
the pictures full of meaning, replete with
life, and well worth the observer's atten-
tion; and in this last respect — with ah
due consideration made for their lack
of artistic ability — ^they certainly have
not failed.
In the scene before Pilate, the latter
washing his hands. His hair is black,
and from the crown of thorns down all
over His body there are streaks of blood.
The attitude in which He stands is one
of complete weariness and dejection;
and bears a striking contrast to the firm
upright bearing and haughty mien of
those who stand about. The guardsmen
stand with spears and whips, and hands
upraised. In the appearance of those
approaching Pilate there is painted what
is unmistakably intended for reveren-
tial respect and awe. This is depicted
by one man placing his finger at the side
of his nose, and turning one eye in, show-
ing much of the white; and in the other
by a most impossible stretch of the
is represented as a fat, richly-clad Jew,
with a shrimp-pink complexion; a heavy
green and white turban or tiara; his legs
crossed and his feet encased in brown
slippers surmounted by white stockings.
Added to, and completing this gorgeous
costume, are a red waistcoat, a brown
overcoat and blue trowsers. Over his head
Ip a rich red canopy with a heavy cord
and tassel. The chair in which he sits,
on the side visible, seems to be pasted
to the body of Pilate.
In the center, possibly nearer to the
back, the Savior stands. He is represen-
ted as being much less of stature than
those surrounding Him. He wears a white
breech-cloth, and stands at the lavatory
anatomy in looking and pointing with
both body and limbs toward Pilate in
front of him, and at the Savior to the
rear, both at the same time. Pilate's arm,
hand, and index finger are extended. Ac-
tion is especially strong In this scene.
In all the pictures the figures are num-
erous; men, women, and horses, all
crowded together; to the Indian the more
the better.
The bearing of the cross to Calvary was
a favorite theme, forming a chief feature
in the majority of the work. Everywhere
U apparent deep sympathy and pity for
the Sufferer; His wounds are always in
evidence; His face pale with pain, hands
in pitiful position, and head drooping
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dejectedly. The smaller size of body
shows the conception of injustice done to
Him by those who, in complete contrast
of brawny limb and dark-hued skin are
ever leading the Lamb to the slaughter.
In nearly all of the scenes of the cross,
however, there is generally one person —
and this frequently a woman — ^who is
represented as trying to lift the burden
from His shoulders, trying to help carry
the heavy load. In one she is of large
size, with deep pink shoulders, bared in
the back to the waist. She wears a light
blue tiara, and a green shoulder-cape,
which hangs loosely from her broad
shoulders. She has taken a violent hold
on the back of the cross, her facial ex-
of genuine approval about their lips.
Even at the most inopportune moments,
such as at the crucifixion of the Savior,
this appearance of vanity is visible.
The scene at the Crucifixion is the best
executed of any. The two thieves on
either side are thrown into a good per-
spective by dimming their outlines, sub-
dued to a very respectable degree; and
there is something truly wonderful in the
face of the Crucified Savior. The atti-
tude is quite perfect; the body downward
drawn, and the head drooping; the hair,
face, expression and all are excellent;
and more especially so when compared
with some of the other work.
Yet it is the apparent incongruities and
presslon being one of mingled resolution
and sorrow. Another and smaller female
figure stands in front of the bowed form
of the Savior; a fragile creature, stretch-
ing out her hands in pity and love, as If
to supply strength thereby to His falter-
ing steps and tottering form.
Some of the figures bear marks of the
Spanish Court, both In the tall and state-
ly carriage of the men together with their
long and well trimmed beards; the court
dresses in which the ladies are arrayed
also recall vividly the Spanish regime.
These latter seem not at all unmindful of
the beauty of their wearing apparel, if
one may judge by the look of self-com-
placency on their faces and the marks
ludicrous phases of the work that gives the
strongest evidence of the true state of
mind of those who wrought their feelings
upon the canvas. This fact is the one
that makes the paintings of value to pos-
terity. Greater works of art have come
down to us, and from more ancient per-
iods of time; yet there are none that more
thoroughly reveal depth of sympathy, pas-
sion and pity, than do these.
What could have given us a clearer
Idea of the red man's sense of the in-
justice of tue occasion, the righteous
indignation of feeling at the cruel wrongs
heaped upon the Sorrowing One, as He
bore his cross through the streets, than
the looks and actions of the woman who
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strove to remove the burden from His
shoulders? It was, indeed, an indigna-
tion strong enough to have slain the per-
secutors on tne spot — every one of them;
and leaves no doubt of that intention in
the portrayal.
In the pleased looks, on the other hand,
of the female figures, we may see, no
doubt, the satisfaction that it gave them
to serve Him; no service is too great, no
attire too splendid; and nothing can give
them greater honor and glory than to
be allowed the privilege of kneeling at
His cross. It is possible, too, that there
of speech in the universal language of
the world, and by every means of por-
trayal that lay within the Indian's power,
all the brutish instinct of an unregener-
ate heart. As spectators they seem in-
terested, but only in such manner as
those of most savage natures in the bait-
ing of the bull or bear. They long to
see a disturbance, they are thirsting for
a turbulent scene — ^and wanting this,
their evil natures will be sated with noth-
ing less than the torture of the unresist-
ing and forsaken victim.
It was reserved, however, for the pic-
is a sense of their own importance to be
shown necessarily in their looks and ac-
tions, and this with all due regard for
the lack of perfect power of portrayal
takes on the poise of self-admiration,
reaching to the guise or appearance of
an almost fulsome vanity.
The men, who were permitted to be
near the Lord, are imbued with a similar
spirit, though their looks are somewhat
toned down, as, certainly, becomes the
dignity of their personages. In this re-
spect, however, their faces are in contrast
to those of the hard-looking persecutors
—upon these are written in the plainest
turing of the One Great Figure, the Lamb
that was to be slain, that the*€an Fernan-
do Indian has shown his greatest power
of feeling. This is most realistic, pathetic,
strangely attractive, and filled always with
a dramatic sense of the dreadful tragedy
that is about to be enacted. In it one can
hear a great wail of pity, a deep sob of
agony, going through every phase of the
work; a wail that bowed their strong na-
tures in pity to the very earth.
Their conception of Jesus was not great
— not in the sense of His most wonderful
and far-reaching power — it was only the
personal attributes that moved them.
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only the human being of His nature; it
was the man, and not the Savior.
They were deeply sensed by His great
forbearance, in showing no resentment
at the cruel and unjust treatment that he
received, as well as by the patient bear-
ing of the cross, so frequently depicted.
His great love, in making the sacrifice
of Himself for all mankind is intensified
with much stress by the ever present re-
minders of the pains that He bore. Al-
ways sufTering, always blood-stained, the
crown of thorns ever upon His brow ; pale,
thin, small of stature and borne to the
ground with the weight of the cross —
these are always and ever apparent. His
«head, hands, and whole attitude show
deep mental anguish, as well as bodily
Buffering. He is the central theme of
their work; He the great moving power
of their imagination; upon Him all
things are centered.
They are gone — yet the thoughts and
feelings that moved them remain; and
he who reads upon the simple inscription
in the old church vestry — "Stations of the
Cross. Painted by the San Fernando
Indians in the year 1800*': and looks well
upon their work, cannot fail to read the
whole heart history of that noble nation
— and read it more truly than ever he
could by the word of any writer or his-
torian.
Will there ever again be any such
theme as this to move the breasts of men.
Ages may come and go, yet the spectacle
of the perfect revelation of the heart's
best passion, shown so plainly to the
world in these crude paintings, may never
be repeated. Treasure them long; they
win serve as deep wells in a dry and
dusty theology, a religion of desert-like
philanthropy yet to come; and will fill the
hearts of a coming generation with sym-
pathy for the wealth of feeling that they
portray. Such pity, such longing; so
much that transcends human reason; on
these poor bits of rudely painted canvas.
THE RUNE OF THE RIVEN PINE.
BY ALOIS DUNBAR.
Here lies its carpet, soft and fine.
Spread on the hillside that you may rest.
High in the air is the mighty crest;
Far beneath it the strong roots twine.
Stretching wide in the warm sunshine,
Sway the branches to greet their guest.
Turn your eyes to the golden west,
And hear the rune of the riven pine.
* He who rests where the shadows fall,
Under the boughs of deepening green,
Loving their breath of incense pure,
E'er to return his heart shall call.
Charms that the pine trees weave unseen,
Unto the end of Time endure."
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AN ADJOURNMENT SINE DIE.
By WILLIAM WASSELL.
t I I HE day was one of May's love-
j I / liest. West Point, classic in scen-
I ery and association, and teeming
■^ with the memories of soldier he-
roes and soldier sweethearts, had
never appeared more quaint, never
more charming. But for all the wealth
of history, despite the store of romance,
in sheer disregard of the interwoven
loves of war and women, three cadets'
heads protruded from a barracks window,
and gaped and stared wonderingly be-
cause on the stone sidewalk below were
a brother first-classman and — a girl.
"Dickey Miner walking with a girl!"
gasped one of the heads.
"Perhaps it's a sister," said Dickey's
chum, extenuatingly.
"He hasn't a sister," answered the first
head.
"Or an aunt, or a cousin."
"It isn't a relative," persisted the first
head. "I tell you it's just a girl."
Then as Dickey and the girl, and the
parasol, disappeared around the corner
of the academic building, the three heads
were withdrawn.
To outward appearances, Dickey should
have been the surprised one, wondering
to himself why his three most intimate
friends were not following the good exam-
ple he set them. But appearances are
proverbially deceitful. Had Dickey seen
the three heads he would have under-
stood their astonished looks. Earlier in
the afternoon he had given fleeting
thoughts to what the three heads would
think of his conduct. But as the walk
lengthened, the last lingering qualms of
conscience disappeared. He gave no more
thought to the fact that his afternoon's
pleasure was costing him his membership
in the Bachelors' Club.
Back in the eighties, every self-respect-
ing class at the military academy had
its bachelors' club. The members fore-
swore the society of all girls. They never
walked with them, nor talked with them.
nor danced with them, nor — horror of hor-
rors! made love to them. Even to know
a girl was sufficient to prevent a member
from reaching high standing in his club.
Although the constant presence of girl-
ish beauty made their martyrdom a hard
one, the members were faithful to their
vows. Works, as well as faith, were re-
quired; for at times a bachelor would be
asked out to dinner — so strict were the*
club rules that at once he had to break
some cadet regulation — ^go out with one
button of his coat unbuttoned, pretend
to fall asleep in church — in order to bring
on a punishment that would conflne him
to barracks and prevent acceptance of the
invitation.
They were weak numerically, but
strong in principle. Disdainfully they
looked upon the fellow who had a Sun-
day engagement to walk with a girl from
twelve to one, a second engagement to
walk with a second girl from four to five,
a third engagement to walk with a third
girl from seven to seven-thirty. They never
worked for hours making out a hop card
for a pretty girl. They never had jew-
elers' bills for bangles made from bell
buttons. Oh, no; not they.
Therefore when Dickey Miner walked
and talked in broad daylight with a girl
to whom he was tied by no bond of rela-
tionship, and thus showed the whole
corps of cadets that he preferred one
smile from the girl's pretty lips to life
membership in his club — then were the
hearts of the three remaining members
sad indeed.
As Dickey and the girl and the parasol
disappeared from view, the faithful mem-
bers withdrew from the open window.
"I bet he takes her to the hop to-night,"
said Blacky Tomlins.
"And to-morrow he'll walk with her
after church," echoed Fresh Allen.
"And hereafter, every time he goes
out," groaned Blinky Baker, the ofTend-
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ing Dickey's room-mate, ''he will ask me
if his trowsers hang evenly."
There was a long silence. The room
gradually filled with smoke.
"We haven't enough for a little game,"
said a voice from the haze. "Three can't
play."
More silence; more smoke.
"He was carrying her parasol like a
base-ball bat."
More smoke, more silence.
From the clouded room came snatches
of wisdom — ^the Bachelors' Club indulging
in a day dream of the future.
"Girls are all right in their places. ♦ ♦ *
But if a fellow runs with them, sooner
or later he will be married to one of them.
• • * And when a fellow is married, all
his liberty is gone. ♦ * ♦ He has to do
this and that just to please his wife.
« * « And he has to stop this and that
because Uus and that do not suit his
wife ♦ • ♦ She objects to dogs * • •
She objects if he smokes all over the
house • • • And she gets mad if he stays
out late at night • • * Ugh! I think that
after graduation, when I'm sent to some
western post, my house will be run by
me and not by a woman. Then I'll do
just what pleases me • * ♦ You bet. You
bet! • • ♦ ru have my rooms full of
pipes and tobacco * • * ril have three
or four dogs • • • m have a little side-
board ♦ ♦ • And a bottle or two on the
mantel • • ♦ And a shot-gun and foils
and boxing gloves on the wall * * ♦
And if I don't want the rooms swept, they
won't be swept, they won't be dusted
• * • I'll litter the floor with papers
• • • That is my idea of happiness • * ♦
And mine • * * and mine * * * mine,
too * • ♦ And there isn't a woman living
who shall interfere • * • You bet there
isn't ♦ • • So say I! "
After painting this picture of future
Iiappiness, the mature, widely-experien-
ced twenty-one year old minds declared
the meeting adjourned.
In the army time passes quickly.
Dickey Miner and the girl with the
parasol were married shortly after grad-
uation, but the three bachelors, each at
a different western post were happily liv-
ing out realization of their cadet dreams.
Blacky Tomlins had his pack of hounds;
Fresh Allen kept pipes all over his house;
Blinky Baker stayed out late at nights —
all of which is a round-about way of
saying that the three members of the
Bachelors' Club remained single. As the
years rolled by, their regiments and the
ladies of their regiments lost interest
in them; they were regarded as con-
firmed bachelors.
San Juan — ^Bl Caney — ^July 1st — ah, the
regular army of the United States will
always remember the day of July 1st,
eighteen hundred and ninety-eight. It
is the red letter day for the regular army,
because on that day the regular forces
quietly, patiently and determinedly did
what none save an Anglo-Saxon force
can ever do, when, without artillery, they
drove a strongly-intrenched, stubbornly
fighting foe from its own strong, earth-
works.
The Bachelors' Club met at Caney. Not
that they sat and smoked and talked of
future plans — before the day closed it
looked as though the future of the mem-
bers was the future of the great here-
after. But they were made of strong stuff
and three days later they met in the hos-
pital at ghastly Siboney. They were
weak and badly wounded, but they lay
on their cots ana laughed at the pain
and put strength in each other's hearts.
Of course they sailed homeward on the
same transport.
On shipboard the club fell into its old
habit of regular meetings. One night
as they lay on the deck, a quietness fell
upon them.
Finally Fresh Allen spoke.
"Let us have a regular meeting of
our old Bachelors' Club,'* he said. "You,
Blinky, are still President. Kindly take
the chair."
There was a moment's silence.
"No," answered Blinky. "You take the
chair; I want to make a speech. Fellows,"
continued he, "fellow class-mates, I mean,
we had many a good time in the old days
of the Bachelors' Club. I hope I made
you a good president." Blinky was up in
the air and talking in jerks. "I was al-
ways true to the club. I never worked
in another fellow's sister as a cousin of
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my own. 1 never stretched the aunt present, you will have to buy me one,
limit. I— I— but I can't take that chair, too, and 'Here's to Her.' Yes, Fresh, you
You will have to elect another president, keep the chair, old man. You are the
because, — well, well — up in the north, you last president of the club."
know-I met her last summer when I was «Qentlemen," said Fresh, "fellow class-
on leave, and-Here's to Her. And you, ^^^^^^ ^^jj^^ members of the Bachelors'
Fresh, had better keep that chair. I ciub, if you two idiots have tears to shed,
can't be president, because I'm going ^^^ ^^^^y ^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ ^^ ^1^^ ^1^
to be married just as soon as this arm ,^j^^^ ^^ ^^^^^ ^^ ^^p^^ this life. Gen-
gets well." tlemen," and his voice was mockingly
In the darkness no one could cee an-
sad, "gentlemen, the Bachelors' Club
other's face. BUnky wondered why the ^j^^ ^^^j^^^ j ^^ gentlemen.-Here's
two remaining members of the club did . tj^-*.
not speak.
"Yes, Fresh," at last said Blacky, "you And then three crippled warriors sat
keep that chair. In fact — ^that is — ^well, out in the darkness and laughed merrily
you will have to be president and mem- at the ship, and at the sea, and at the
bers, too. For you see, I — ^that is — ^well, moon. In fact, they laughed merrily
it will come hard on you, old man. For at everything, because to them this lit-
my leg will be well as soon as Bllnky's tie world was the happiest little world
arm; and when you buy Blinky a wedding in the universe.
PRESENTED.
BY AMELIA W. TRUESDELL.
The earth is full of tears! ''The Queen is dead!"
Ye men, with crape upon your kings' array,
Why make ye pageant over weary clay?
If ye have loved her, do the things she said.
She rests from strifes which broke her heart at last;
That heart — in love with peace — stunned by the roar
Which crashed upon the Imperial Island's shore;
She sees God's purpose now, with view more vast.
Sing hallelujah! let the requiems cease!
As angels are, all young of form and fair.
So she, to-day; half wondering to be where
War blazons not, and life abides in peace.
Tear off the purple bands! cast them away!
Hushed is love's parting sob — the years' refrain;
She who was widowed, walks in white again ;
Stain not with grief, your Lady's nuptial day.
Hark ye! the angel of the Presence calls!
Love's crown is laid upon Victoria's brow;
The words "Well done," she bears for sceptre now,
And enters regally the upper halls.
Ye passing bells! a Jubilate ring!
Sound, bugles, sound! Ye heralds, cry the hour!
Your Queen approaches now the Gracious Power.
Received into the Presence of The King.
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M
ARG was a piece of driftwood
cast with other human wreck-
age upon the precarious shoals
of a mining camp. A part of
the nondescript mass had about it enough
o' the historical to save it from nonen-
tity, but neither tradition nor romance
quickened about Marg. She was an old
woman, and no human being is of so lit-
tle interest to her fellow creatures as
she whose youth has fled and upon whom
the gentle dignity of age has forgotten
to descend. She had about her no lin-
gering trace of charm or grace.
Before the panic she had had a little
money and had lived at a cheap down-
town boarding house, after it she had
none, and pre-empted a deserted cabin
on the mountain. She also possessed
herself of Nan, a forsaken waif of large
eyes and slim legs, who in the fruitless
bobbing of the driftwood somehow got
jostled against her.
"There is not a soul to give her a
home, nor a chick nor child to put into
mine, bo we have struck a partnership,"
Blarg explained to Dandy Bob, who ran
a policy shop in the back of White's laun-
dry.
Nan was young, with unformed ideas
about most things, housekeeping in par-
ticular, but she was neither hindered,
nor helped with suggestions from her
mistress. Marg left her to do exactly
as she pleased, so it followed that close
ciK>n those days when she was a fierce
young zealot in her devotion to domes-
ticity, there came long periods filled with
dust and grease, and the perennial flow
of Esther Lubby's neighborly gossip.
Marg had no time for her neighbors
and their affairs — it took eight of the
twenty-four hours for her to attend to
business. She played policy for the Lit-
tle Nugget district. When she was not
trotting about gathering gigs or waiting
at the shop back of the laundry for a
drawing, she was busy over the dream
book that was as large a part of her
stock in trade as her native shrewdness
and her rare luck at playing. After the
book was put away at night she would sit
in front of the cabin for hours gazing at
the mountains, but she never noticed
their changes, although neither fatigue
nor the nicotine of her pipe ever made
her small sharp eyes grow heavy. The
subject of these musings used to be one
of the deepest speculation to little Nan.
The child came home one evening white
and breathless — she had grown to be al-
most chronically so, a condition induced
by the marvelous tales that dripped into
her credulous ears from the ready fount
of Lubby wisdom; but this was worse
than usual. Marg instantly perceived
it.
"Well, out with it," she said.
"We're goin' to be shut down," moaned
Nan, sinking to the steps with a limpness
indicative of the fact that the shutting
down process, whatever it might be, had
already been begun upon her.
"You've been to Lubby's again."
"But it's him said it. They told him
in town. The mayor is goin' to stop
everything — everything," the words trail-
ed into a sob.
"Let him," said Marg with no emotion
whatever.
Nan sat still and swung her legs; when
she was busy in the absorption of an
impression those slim members always
dangled themselves frantically. The fear-
lessness of her mistress was not to be
easily comprehended. After a few min-
utes she began to smile, and wriggling
off the steps sped Lubby-ward, her ej'es
big with defiance.
The next evening Judge Romer, the
philanthropic old gentleman who owned
a good slice of the Little Nugget, and
who took an active interest in the morals
of the camp, came to see Marg. She
was sitting at the front door smoking
and she did not rise to greet him. Nan
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had cooked cabbage for supper, and in a
fit of devotion to the Maharry baby
had fled to it immediately after partaking
of that loud-smelling vegetable, leaving
the remains to simmer on the stove.
A smell of burned cabbage, therefore,
hung heavily about the place. The Judge
stood before Marg. He had a good deal
to say to her, and he said it gently in
a flrm but altogether reasonable way.
He talked of the responsibility of age,
and the influence it exerted merely be-
cause it was age. He dwelt on the harm-
fulness of policy-playing, and he appealed
to her in the name of the wives and chil-
dren of the men to give up her avocation.
"It's not a matter of sentiment with me.
I can't afford to make it that. When I
can I will be ready to give it up," she
said.
The decision was final; he understood
that. Marg minced no words. And he
went away. Several days after she met
him on the path to the mine. She would
have passed by without speaking to him,
but he stopped her.
"I was going to see you later in the
day, ma'am," he said. "Steps have been
taken to suppress vice in the camp.
This means that an Immediate end will
be put to gambling in every form. I
understand you have no other means oi
a livelihood than from your gig gathering,
and I have been trying to formulate some
plan by which you can support yourself
legitimately and comfortably."
She waited — aside from that there was
no indication of interest in her attitude.
"So many of the men in the camp are
wifeless and buttonless," the old gentle-
man continued pleasantly, "that you
would be serving them as well as yourself
if you would tidy them up a bit. They are
liberal fellows who would pay well for
the service."
Her shoulders lifted themselves out
of their habitual droop with something
pathetically like pride, and her fingers
in tipless old gloves fluttered in their
clasp of the dream book: "Some women
were brought up to mend, and scrub,
and drudge. I was not. And I will not
begin now on miners' dirty rags. As for
their morals, they are in worse tatters
than their clothes, but one old woman
going out of their lives won't mend them."
Marg went on her way.
There followed a month of enforced
idleness among "chance operators," dur-
ing which Nan chafed and stinted, and
Marg smoked more than usual. Then the
city election occurred and immediately
after, as the old gig gatherer had fore-
seen, the wide-open policy again prevail-
ed with all it's feverish activity. As if
from the effects of their involuntary vir-
tue Marg's patrons displayed a univer-
sal eagerness to cast themselves again
into the vortex of exciting uncertainty
that policy playing afforded them, and
she and the dream book were in im-
mense favor.
Nan, relieved that the end had
come to the bread and butter regime,
yielded herself to housewifery with un-
swerving favor. She wrestled with an
old cook book Esther Lubby loaned her
with startling results. One night she
made crumpets for supper, but they
withered in their moulds like blighted
crocuses before her mistress came home
to eat them.
It was snowing when Marg came out
of the little shop back of the laundry.
The first snow of the winter is gentle
and insidious in the valley, but on the
backbone of the Rockies it buffets merci-
lessly: one must be strong-lunged and
firm-sinewed with something of the in-
stinct of the primeval pathfinder to make
his way against it. Marg was none of
these things and she promptly tumbled
off a high board sidewalk into the ditch,
and lay there, after the first stunned
moment, trying to centralize her pain.
A man who had seen her fall came to
her rescue and led her to a cottage near,
for relief. She knew before the light
fell on him that it was Judge Romer.
Her arm was injured, but when they
would have ripped back the sleeve to
care for it, she protested vigorously, in-
sisting upon waiting until the doctor ar-
rived to have it touched. She was as
sharp in her insistence as she was about
everything else, so they let her have her
way. Little Mrs. Kamp insisted on giv-
ing her a steaming toddy, and Marg ac-
cepted it without a protest. Then she
lay back in her chair and waited.
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After a little the figures before the fire
faded slowly, the pain dulling her senses
temporarily, but they were there when
she came back to herself and gradually
what they said became intelligible to her.
They were speaking of an accident that
had happened to some friend of the
Judge's. An accident different in its na-
ture but with similar results. The old
Judge said:
••We were having a race in the moon-
light down what was called Echo Canyon.
We should have known better, but we
were young, and the night and our
mounts were fine. She was ahead when
her horse fell, with her beneath him.
I never knew how she was spared. It
seemed nothing could save her. But only
her arm was injured. That, however,
was fearfully mangled. It has been forty
years now, but I can see those scars yet.
I have always felt the blame for them."
"And she — the woman?"
'*She married the other man the year
following. I never saw her afterward.
It Is probable I shall not now. If I
did " He paused, his eyes on the fire.
"Yes."
"I should yield her the homage I yield-
ed her then," he declared with his fine
old-fashioned fervor.
"But the years change women so
cruelly "
"Not the perfect woman, my dear; they
neither take from nor add to her graces."
The doctor stamped the snow off on the
front step, and the Judge moved toward
the door to admit him.
"The doctor has come," Mrs. Kamp said
gently.
Marg got to her feet. "I'm going," she
said, and without explanation she stum-
bled through a door into an inner room.
Mrs. Kamp followed, and the door swung
between them and the men just enter-
ing the front room.
"You must come back. The doctor is
very gentle. Don't be afraid. Come,
please." She laid a hand on the other's
uninjured arm.
Marg fiung herself about. "Leave go,"
she entreated, but the hold tightened;
Mrs. Kamp had faced the delirium of pain
before.
The old woman hesitated a moment;
sounds of surprise came from the other
room, and a step approached the door.
She made a sudden movement and thrust
something scarred and maimed before
the younger woman's eyes. "Now you
understand, don't you?" she cried. "In
mercy's name let me go."
And having seen, Mrs. Kamp stood
irresolute, with pity upon her face, and
let her go.
A WINTER SUNSET AT SANTA BARBARA.
BY S. E. A. HIGGINS.
Where sky and sea and mountain meet
In one enrapt embrace,
Old ocean kisses Rincon's feet
Till blushes hide its face.
The crimson tide then flushes slow
Each spur and mountain crest,
Till Capitan in indigo
Invites it there to rest.
Thence brightly down the western slope
That stretches out to sea,
The golden hues of sunset glow
And linger lovingly.
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By HESTER A. BENEDICT.
rT~7HE wheels of a jinrikisha crunched
^^4a ^^® gravel at the side entrance of
I the Captain's compound, and simul-
taneously the Captain's cat, Ka-
mako, crept from among the silken cush-
ions in the shadiest corner of the veran-
da, stretched himself, blinked knowing-
ly at his master, and then with a few
quick bounds was sitting upright on the
velvet seat of the Jinrikisha, ready to
be trundled back, as was his daily wont.
Once, Just beyond the azaleas and un-
der the sleeping tree that hid him from
the house and the sunshine, Jiro, the Cap-
tain's kurumaya (Jinrikisha man) stopped
for a moment, dried his forehead, and
eyeing the cat viciously, shook a brown
flat at him, muttering:
"HI, hi — you long-haired foreign devil!
You bring good to the master, eh? Al-
ways heap good, plenty ships, plenty
houses — but Onigasan never! My Oniga-
san never! — You — beast \" which was the
nearest to an oath of any word in his vo-
cabulary.
Then again he dried his forehead and
his wrists and trotted on, the soles of
his straw sandals striking his loin-cloth
vigorously at every step — a feat attained
only after much practice — bringing the
small carriage in short order under the
asagaos that sheltered the veranda.
The Captain lighted a fresh Manila, and
boarding the Jinrikisha, with Kamako in
his arms, was whirled down the road
leading from the BlufT to the Settlement
beyond which lay the Bund with ship-
ping full in sight.
For six years Captain Gluck had lived
upon the Bluft overlooking the Yoko-
hama Settlement, and though it is said
a sailor likes not the shore, the handsome
Captain seemed always content. Each
year he had added, none but himself and
the Compradore knew, how many yen to
his bank account; his houses were the
best upon the BlufT; his compound boast-
ed the finest shade and flora of the em-
pire; and though only his widowed sis-
ter, Augusta, lived with him in the big
square house whose upper veranda look-
ed upon snow-clad Fujiyama and the
mountain range of which it forms a part,
its appointments and service were in
strict accord with the most fastidious
European taste, and his frequent enter-
tainments were lavish In the extreme.
Whatever might have been the Cap-
tain's expressed opinion, in his secret
heart all his good luck, and the uncom-
mon serenity and happiness of his life,
were attributed to his ownership of Kam-
ako. The cat had been given to him by
a Persian whom he had saved from ship-
wreck in the Indian Ocean, and to whom
he had ministered with his own hands,
caring for him as if he had been a
brother, until his complete recovery and
transference to a home-bound ship.
"He will bring you good, and warn you
of evil," the Persian had said at parting,
"for such is the spirit of his kind toward
those who are beloved. I had warning
on board our fated ship, and though it
was ill-fortune to be wrecked, it was good
to be saved — and by you. And I knew
we were to be rescued, for, on the morn-
ing of the day you found us, Kamako
climbed upon my shoulder and thrice
tapped my cheek with his velvet paw,
his eyes a-gleam with superhuman in-
intelligence; while before the storm he
had thrice tapped each cheek, crying
piteously. Such has been the habit of
his breed since the time of the poet
DJami, back to whose possession tradi-
tion traces the direct progenitor of Ka-
mako. His life and mine I owe to you.
Mine belongs to a little woman who prays
for me beyond the hills of Laristan,
but his I give into your keeping, and may
Mahomet of Iran, O Captain the Merci-
ful— deal with thee as thou dost with
my good Kamako!
"Draw a little blood upon your hand,"
continued the Persian. "Let the cat but
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taste it, and ever after he will be your
faithful servant. Such is the usage In
my country, adopted from India centur-
ies ago."
The Captain did so. The Persian
pressed Kamako's lips upon the bright
red drop, which the cat licked softly, then
climbing to his new owner's shoulder
thrice tapped his paw against the bronzed
cheek of the master, nestling down then
contentedly in his arms.
There were tears in the Persian's eyes
as he waved a quick adieu, passing out
toward the "hills of Laristan."
A year later Captain Gluck gave up his
sea-faring life, and in the Land of the
Rising Sun made for his sister and him-
self the only home they had ever known.
And the years passed all too swiftly.
If ever a longing for the free life of the
sea came back to him he made no men-
tion of it, even to his sister. He looked
after his rapidly increasing property with
the vigilance of a miser — ^which he was
not; was bountiful to the poor; found
the same god to pray to in Buddhist tem-
ple as in Mission church; and wherever
he went, there, too, went Kamako, his
presence in holy places always ignored
because of the Captain's gold.
Everybody loved Captain Gluck, though
many there were who envied him and
marveled that no bride had ever been
taken to his house to be mistress of his
heart and mother of his kind. There were,
too, in the settlement, some who were
beginning to say that the Captain had
his little secret as well as they, and that
Onigasan, the handsomest geisha that
ever led a foreign heart astray, knew
more of the Captain's plans than even
his stately sister. No rumor of all
this ever reached Augusta's beautiful se-
clusion, nor would she have believed
anything of the kind unless the Captain's
own lips had said it, his honest eyes look-
ing straight and fondly into hers.
All the same in the dreams of the
excellent Captain a fair young bride in
soft kimono and silken zori — a bride with
scented hair and voice like sweetest sami-
sen — shone, star-like, in his home and
made the whole world radiant.
The Captain's call in Honchodoro had
been very brief that soft June morning
of which I write. The geisha of his
dreams, in silken crepe so fine that her
kimono could easily have been drawn
through the ring upon her finger, flut-
tered smilingly about, practicing all
beguiling arts of which her class is mis-
tress, for the Captain's swift enthrall-
ment, but Kamako was so unusually
restless, and growled so belligerently at
Onigasan, that his master deeming dis-
cretion the better part of valor, took the
cat in his big, strong arms, where Oni-
gasan had never been, and hurried laugh-
ingly away.
He did not notice the anxious look
in his kurumaya's eyes — whoever thinks
of a coolie? — ^a look which deepened to
anger and then to wickedness as in ans-
wer to the Captain's "Jicky, jicky" he
hurried down the street.
For Jiro, too, loved Onigasan. For
years, with her dear approval, he had
hoarded his small wages to build her a
little house that should be her very own
— a little house with mats exceedingly
fine and white; a kakemono bordered
with cloth of gold and beautiful with
storks; a little garden fair with flowers,
where at least one little stone bridge
should arch above a fairy stream. Poor
Jlro! But a coolie may have his dreams.
And all this for Onigasan, who smiled
upon the Captain as she had never smiled
for him. No wonder his heart grew heav-
ier day by day. Even his well-fllled
charm-bag embroidered with gold braid
and hidden in his obi (girdle) availed
him nothing. Tradition had lied! His
teaching had been false! O, if he but
owned Kamako: If he could but own or
kill him! Curse the cat and his master!
Poor Jiro! He was desolate, despairing,
desperate.
Never had the Captain had so wild
a ride as upon that day long to be remem-
bered. Little children with babies on
their backs, blind beggars who were sup-
posed to see with their ears, kurumayas
lightly or heavily tasked, everything,
every one, made room for the wild-eyed
runner who heeded nothing — not even
his master's "Sukocha mata! Jiro!
Jiro!" until he stopped breathlessly at
the shop of an old dealer in curios at the
far end of Isezakicho, or Main street.
"What the devil do you mean?" shouted
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the Captain, picking himself up from the
Itama where he had fallen when the Jin-
rikiaha came to so sudden a halt. "Are
you mad!"
But Jiro made no answer; and Mrhen his
master had passed out of sight behind
the screens at the rear end of the room
where choicest bric-a-brac and Satsuma
were hoarded, he entered a tea-house a
few yards distant and fell half-fainting
against a fusuma (screen), breaking it
to atoms.
Five minutes later, in answer to his
master's call, he was again on duty, ap-
parently the same quiet, well-behaved
fellow that for six years had served faith-
fully the most envied man in Yokohama,
perhaps the best-beloved.
"To-night at nine, then?" inquired the
Captain. "You are very sure, are you?"
"Yes, sure," answered the dealer, bow-
ing profoundly before his wealthy cus-
tomer. "Prom the sacred go-downs in
Tokyo a messenger came this morning.
The fine Satsuma vases and the silks
from Nishigin will be for honorable Cap-
tain Oluck at nine o'clock, and the Cap-
tain's honorable sister shall have good
day to-morrow."
To-morrow will be the birthday of his
adored Augusta, the only living human
being in whose veins flowed his own good
blood, and he meant to make it the hap-
piest of all her happy life. For though
a widow at sixteen, Augusta had not
grieved o'erlong, and a little later was
rather pleased than otherwise that she
was to belong only and always to her
brother. With him she had visited
strange countries, learned to like strange
peoples, led altogether a happy, care-
free life, and loved the sea, as, later,
she loved her home upon the Bluff in the
Land of the Rising Sun.
To-morrow will be her birthday, God
bless her. But Kamako, ill at ease,
climbed to the Captain's breast, and with
his velvet paw struck each cheek thrice,
crying piteously.
At nine o'clock precisely Captain Gluck
received from the dealer in curios at
No. 1 Isezakicho, the coveted and costly
treasures that were to be his sister's on
the morrow. He had an important en-
gagement with his consul for ten that
evening, and so hurried away, leaving
the merchant behind the screen, bending
low over a box of filmy things which,
with one knee upon the floor, he was re-
arranging carefully. So solicitous was
he for these that he forgot his customary
courtesy, and allowed Captain Gluck to
pass out unattended, followed only by a
half -heard "Sayonarl" (good-night). No
one else was in the room.
Out on the itama the Captain blew his
whistle, but as the kurumaya did not ap-
pear he stood in the light of a hundred
lanterns stroking Kamako, who was
struggling to reach his shoulder and
moaning low, as one who has not learned
endurance.
Once he thought he heard a faint cry
from somewhere in the building, but
turning quickly saw only the face of the
merchant's wife, Okusan, against the
half-closed shutters, her almond eyes
flxed full upon the cat that still cried
humanly and would not be comforted.
Then, from round a corner, came the
coolie, breathing heavily as if from long
running, out needing not the Captain's
command to "hurry" as he whirled the
Jinriklsha along the Honchidori, across
the bridge, and up the steep hill leading
to the Bluff.
Two hours later Captain Henri Gluck
was arrested, charged with the attempted
murder of Miyano, curio merchant at
No. 1 Isezakicho. At 9.10 Okusan, wife
of Miyano, had found him lying half-dead
in the rear room, his face pressed in
among the silks that lay in a glittering
heap upon the floor, and a hara-kiri knife
still sticking in the wound in his side.
Upon examination the knife was found
to have, in flnest engraving upon its
two-edged blade.
Presented to Captain Henri Gluck
By his friend Toyoda.
The knife, together with the fact of
the Captain's presence in the shop at
about nine o'clock, once in the posses-
sion of the police, the Captain's arrest
followed and he was conflqed in the con-
sulate with guards.
That night Kamako disappeared.
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«d and enforced by Great Britain and af-
terwards accorded to other Governments,
Captain Gluck, being a German subject,
could only be tried by the German Con-
8ul-General, whose decision was irrevo-
cable, except by the German Emperor.
Under this arrangement Captain Gluck
being charged with the crime of assault
with intent to murder, was brought be-
fore the German Consul-General, acting
as Judge.
The excitement was intense. The Jap-
anese merchant was a great favorite
among his people, and his possible tak-
ing ofT had aroused the natives to a high
pitch of excitement, while the great popu-
larity of the prisoner brought him the
sympathy and moral support of the for-
eign element, not one of whom, especially
among the Germans, believed that aught
but the shadow of Somebody's crime
rested temporarily upon their favorite.
The newspapers, native and foreign,
fanned the flame of excitement to furious
heat, and long before the hour set for
the examination hundreds crowded the
space in and about the court room; a
motley, clamorous, half-mad throng fill-
ing the streets as far as eye could see.
Augusta, the Captain's sister, occupied
a seat close to the prisoner's, and when
he entered, proudly erect, between his
guards she half rose from her chair with
a smile upon her lips that seemed to say,
''Though all the world condemn thee
yet will not I," and when he had taken
his seat she nestled close up to the rail-
ing and slid her small hand into his with
soft, assuring nressure.
The principal witness at the examina-
tion was Okusan, the merchant's wife.
"I saw the prisoner's face distinctly,"
Okusan testified. "I was by the window.
I saw the cat; all Japanese know the cat
of the honorable Captain. He waited
for the kuruma-runner, Jiro. I heard the
voice of my husband — I thought :' was
his voice, and he sometimes talks just to
himself alone. Yes, the honorable Cap-
tain stood on the itama when I think 1
hear my teishiu (husband). Souii he go
away in the kuruma. He often buy
bfr'autiful taings."
"riwW kxn after Captain Gluck went
away l.i the kuruma did you go to your
teishiu?" asked the Judge.
"Only a few minutes."
"Had ansrthing been taken from the
room — ^anything stolen, I mean?"
"No, oh, no!" Here the witness broke
down and was excused.
The police officer who had been called
into No. 1 by the cry of Okusan testified
to the position of the wounded man upon
the fioor, anu to the finding of the hara-
kiri knife still sticking in his side.
"Is this the knife?" lifting the small
sword from the desk, and handing it to
the witness.
"It is."
"Do you recognize this knife, Captain
Gluck?" turning suddenly upon the pris-
oner.
"I should like to examine the knife
before answering, if your Honor will per-
mit."
"Certainly," and the knife was passed
to the prisoner's hand.
"Yes, it is mine," he said.
"You recognize your name upon the
blade?"
"Yes, your Honor, it is my name. The
knife has been in my cabinet for three
years. There can be no doubt about it;
the knife is mine."
"Where were you at nine o'clock last
evening?"
"At No. 1 Isezakicho."
"Why were you there?"
The accused told his story quietly, in
9 stillness that was as death is.
"Did you, while waiting, hear any sound
unusual from the room you had left?"
continued the Judge.
"i thought I heard a faint cry, but when
I turned to listen ever3rthing was quiet.
I had left no one in the room but Mlyano,
the merchant."
"And then ?"
"My jlnrikisha came almost immediate-
ly, and I rode at once to the Consulate,
where I remained for an hour."
"And thence to your home, where you
were taken into custody?"
"That is all as it occurred."
"Now, Captain Gluck. how do you ac-
count for your knife — for the presence
of your hara-kari knife in the wounded
side of Miyamo at No. 1 Isezakicho, a
few minutes after you left there?"
"I cannot account for it, your Honor. It
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"Among the silks * * * and a hara-kiri
knife * * * sticking in his side."
might have been stolen long ago. I do
not recall having seen it lately."
At this Juncture there was a little stir
near the street entrance to the court-
room, a quick parting to right and left
of the eager, panting crowd, and straight
up the narrow aisle — up the platform
steps, across the knees of Augusta and
into the breast of the prisoner, like a
wild thing, flew Kamako.
For an instant no one seemed to
breathe. The beautiful creature touched
thrice with nis delicate paw the pale cheek
of his master, then made of his own lithe
body a glittering boa that coiled and
curled and crept about the beloved neck
and over the breast where his home was,
his cries of delight like music in the still-
ness, and minding nothing save the one
presence that was all of earth to him.
Suddenly out of the Somewhere, and
before the Judge, stood Jiro, while behind
the coolie — her forehead in the dust —
lay — could it be? — Onigasan!
No, no! Not Onigasan of the Captain's
dreams. Site was a darling, dainty girl,
bewitching in the grace of her manner,
her beauty, her soft, sweet gentleness.
Her kimonos were of delicate silken
crepe, their wide sleeves falling to her
little feet — always flowing, dancing, shin-
ing, like things of mist or fantasy. Oh,
this could not be she! This woman In
cotton kimono and sandals of straw —
this woman so apparently of the kuru-
maya's class and so prostrate with sor-
row and shame.
"Courage, Jiro!" whispered the girl
behind him, .and almost in the same
breath the kurumaya criec^:
"It was I — it was I, O Judge most hon-
orable! Your mercy for my master — it
was I!"
"Rise, Doth of you," commanded his
Honor. The crowd swayed as one man
toward the prostrate pair. "Rise im-
mediately. Now, what is it that you
wish?"
"Courage, Jiro — teishiu," whispered the
girl, lifting her drowned eyes once, not
to the Judge but to the prisoner as in
prayer for pardon and for pity.
God! They were inleed the eyes of
Onigasan.
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"It was 1, Jiro the debased. My master
i$^ innocent. L.et him go, O Judge most
merciful, let him go!"
A cheer started, but was silenced. The
prisoner clutching the hand of Augusta,
and white to the lips leaned toward the
witness, his eyes on Onigasan.
The cat purred audibly.
"Tell us about it," his Honor com-
manded.
"Yes, yes. I have promised. I do not
lie. Years, many, I love Onigasan. She
would be my wife. The honorable Cap-
tain, my master, he too — well, I do not
know. It was Kamako, I think — Kamako,
the Buddha-cat. He knows all things.
I want him " The coolie's voice fal-
tered.
"Courage, courage, my teishiu. 'Twill
soon be over," whispered Onigasan.
"Yes," he went on, "I took the hara-
kiri — I was mad. I would be avenged.
I quick crept in through the rear amado
and struck Miyano once, but I did not
mean so hard. I would be avenged."
Jiro paused and looked imploringly at
his master.
"Have you anything more to say?"
asked the Judge.
"Yes, I have promised," bowing low.
"I stole the cat; he would give me plenty
fortune, all the same as the master's.
I take him to Onigasan. I tell her all.
She cry and cry. By'n by she say: 'You
tell all ihls to the honorable Judge!
You free your master. You will find pun-
ishment, little while, but we shall to-
morrow drink from the kettle two-spout-
ed and I will be faithful always.' So i
promised. I now will give myself to
Japanese officer. I know I shall be pun-
ished, but for punishment I care nothing.
Onigasan is my wife, and I am happi-
ful."
"The case against Captain Gluck is
dismissed," quietly said the Judge.
The Captaia's friends thronged around
him eager to press his hand, and they
who did so noticed how cold it was, and
that his lips had no color.
Owing wO the quick recovery of Miyano
— for he had indeed been little hurt, and
had fainted wholly from fear — possibly,
because of a wholesome foreign in-
fluence judiciously exerted, Jiro's crime
was visited with but fifty days' penal
servitude — without penalties. And the
little house with fine white mats, a kake-
mono bordered with cloth of gold and
bright with many storks; a garden with
flowing stream and arched bridge of
stone — with more than all, a wife with
smiling lips and a heart that held its
secret faithfully — a little house that had
been Augusta's gift to Onigasan, welcom-
ed Jiro not only at the close of his prison
term, but through years and years that
followed.
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''Temples, towers, and battlements of red which burst here
and there above the thunder clouds."
A NEW WONDER OF THE WORLD.
By JOAQUIN MILLER.
^ T IS old, old, this Grande Canyon, and
\ yet so new it seems almost to smell
5 ' of paint, red paint, pink, scarlet. Left
and right up and down, more than
half a mile deep in the earth, every shade
and hue of red, as far as eye can com-
pass. It is a scene of death-like silence,
a dead land of red, a burning world.
We had Arroyo Grande in California, the
Yosemite canyon also. Idaho, Washing-
ton, Montana, New Mexico, Utah, each
and all have their grand canyon, yet
there is only one Grande Canyon on the
globe. Canon Grande de Colorado, the
burning hues of which gave name to a
great river and, centuries later, to a
great State.
It is written that the Spanish cavalier
and explorer, in quest of the seven cities
of gold, pushed the prow of his boat
so far into the waters of this fearful
chasm of colors that on looking up at
midday he could see the stars; and it is
written that, overcome with religious awe,
fearing, perhaps, that he was daring to
approach the gates of Paradise before his
time, he raised the cross, bared his head,
gave this color world its name and drew
back and away, to come again no more.
But still the tradition was that at least
one of the cities of gold lay within and
under the protection of these fearful walls
of flaming red.
And strange as it may seem, the tra-
dition still lives. Only last summer the
stage driver told me, as we rolled through
the knee-deep dust that he knew almost
to a certainty where lay the ruins of a
great city in the red canyon, and that so
soon as the weather grew cool enough to
make life tolerable in the blazing gorge
he and his partner were going to find it.
Now this driver is a man of good char-
acter, of repute for truth, was one of
Roosevelt's Rough Riders, has honor-
able mention in Colonel Roosevelt's re-
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ports and certainly believes in the ex-
istence of the lost city; and although
I do not believe anything of the sort, I
set this down to show that the story has
ciedence in the minds of good men even
to this day, and not all without evidence.
There is scarce a canyon to be found,
^eat or small, for days of travel round
about but has ruins of ancient battle-
ments hanging from its cliffs; and we
pillage these, when accessible to the
approach of the seeker, for curios for
tourists, much as the tombs and temples
of the Nile have been pillaged. But I
must not wander too far frpm the grand
canyon of color, Colorado.
This canyon, or sabre thrust in the r^ch
red bosom of Mother Earth, is about
eighty miles long and more than 5,000
feet deep. It is very tortuous and
of almost uniform splendor — glory, ter-
ror, as you please to term it. A National
Reserve, sixty by sixty miles, covers the
major part of its magnificence.
I first looked down into this then com-
paratively inaccessible wonder world of
color in the early seventies, when a party
of us were trying to learn something of
the Moqui (pronounced Moke-i) Indians
said at that time to be worshippers of
the rattlesnake. We approached the pre-
cipitous red sides from the south, where
the narrow granite gorge of the smaller
river is more narrow, yet almost as deep,
and is comparatively colorless as I remem-
ber it. Yet the absence of sunlight in its
fearful and narrow depths may have
much to do with the absence of color.
We were fortunate enough to find a
storm raging at sudden intervals at our
feet, in the greater canyon, fifteen miles
wide, perhaps, and more than half a mile
deep. The interrupted battles of the ele-
ments roared far below us, and all the
time, as far as eye could reach, the white
clouds curled, drifted, drooped, died then
arose again.
We were covered with the dust of the
descent, our horses suffered from heat
and thirst, and we could not share our
scant supply of water, yet far down yon-
der a mighty river thundered through its
granite walls and the wide open red lips
above the gurgling throat of granite
drank a deluge from broken cloud-bursts
at our feet. The thunder, at intervals,
was fearfully impressive. We felt, at
one time, that the temples, towers, and
battlements of red which burst here and
there above the thunder clouds must be
crumpled to dust, so terrible was the tu-
mult. The lightning almost continually
wrote the autograph of God on and
through the clouds at our feet. But when
the clouds would part and pass for a time
find stillness and sunlight come again,
all would be as before.
Here, at a dozen times that day, and
for the first time in my life, I saw a rain-
bow in a circle, a complete and perfect
circle. Years later I saw the phenome-
non in the Hawaiian Islands, * where,
I was told, it is counted nothing so very
strange. On inquiry here at the red lips
of the Grande Canyon, in these early days
of June, I find that the circular rainbow
is no new thing. Indeed, dozens have been
here with their cameras, watching for a
storm, in the hope of photographing this
halo of the heavens. The nearest I have
been able to get to this wonder is a few
white clouds resting lazily in the red
world below. Yet it is not all red here.
The dim ruin of the remote side of the
canyon is a perpendicular wall of about
a thousand feet of cream-colored lime-
stone. The walls of Jerusalem, Gates of
Gaza, Solomon's temple — pick them out
in the picture, if you please and where
you please, and magnify them ten thou-
sand times, and all in red. The tower of
Solomon's temple at sunset is red with
the redness of blood. ^
The river here rolls in its narrow bed
of granite quite a thousand feet out of
sight. Water, water, a world of water
away down there. Yet the water here
at the hotel, the terminus of the new rail-
road, is hauled nearly two hundred miles.
Five hundred men and more than a thou-
sand horses at work, and all the water
must be hauled all that distance. What
a man is the American!
Looking down more than half a mile
into this fifteen by eighty mile paint pot
I continually ask, is any fifteen miles of
Mother Earth that I have known as fear-
ful, or any part as fearful, as full of glory,
as full of God? And one constantly ques-
tions, how did it happen that earth
opened right here in this inaccessible and
savage land of savages, her wide red lips
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Grand Canyon. On Bright Angel Trail to River. Temple of
Buddha and Zoroaster. Cliff Dwellings to the Left.
to tell of the marvels forever under our
feet?
I think it came about in this way.
There was an under or buried river.
Take the limestone river in the Mammoth
Cave as a feeble illustration. You know
the story was |or centuries that the Colo-
rado river flowed in part underground.
We never knew certainly the tradition
or fiction of the Indian story that the
river entirely disappeared in places till
the intrepid Lieutenant Powell, the first,
and now that the matter is cleared up,
let us hope that he may be the last to
set out to descend into this wonderful
river. What divine sanctity! The wonder
is not that he lost half his force, but that
he saved even himself to modestly tell
the story!
The tradition of an underground river
is no wonder at all, even though there
never had been such things. For, stand-
ing almost where you will, on either side
of the eighty miles of canyon, you will
find places where the river as entirely
and suddenly disappears, apparently, as if
it was a train of cars passing into a
tunnel.
But we know that this wonder was not
made from the surface, because the river
has made its way through the highest
place. Standing on either bank, you can
see that the surface of the land recedes
gradually back and down. If the work
had been done from the surface the water
would have made its course down the
lower places.
It is clear that here was a crack in the
earth, an upheaval, breaking a long crack
toward the west in the earth below,
breaking it right and left, as breaking
a looking glass, opening the Little Colo-
rado, and cross canyons and arroyos, and
so on. And thus the waters find their
course to the sea away down under the
earth for ages, drying up empires, leav-
ing populous cities, hundreds of little
cities of little brown tillers of the soil,
hanging on the inaccessible hillsides
where the unchronicled little cliff-dwel-
ler sits to-day in his sealed-up home of
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stone, with his simple story unwritten,
awaiting the Judgment Day.
We can well understand that after ages
on ages rolled by, after a desert of sand
had been buiit at the head of the Sea of
Cortez, from the debris of the under-
ground river, from this crack in the crust
of earth made in some mad upheaval
and confusion, the surface gradually fell
in and the buried river at last lay bare
to the sun. But the symmetry, the fashion-
ing of the walls, the towers, the temples,
the pagodas, so like as done by the hand
of man, who can dare try to account for
the perfect forms? We only know from
the deserted cities and dried-up water
ways, irrigating ditches, that the land
was once densely populated. We also
may guess from the petrified forests
that great trees once grew where now we
find only sand and dust, horned toads,
and Gila monsters.
Even here in the aperture of the
Orande Canyon hanging on the side of
the Chinese pagoda over against the
Temple of Buddha twenty miles away.
you can, with the aid of a glass, count
the stones, neat bits of masonry, in a few
of these silent and inaccessible dwellings.
But these must be new, comparatively
new, the little people coming like the
martlet, to hang on this wall of vantage,
long after the water had dried up in the
canyon of his fathers; long after this
grand canyon had opened its red lips
to welcome them.
The one most startling yet most pleas-
ing thing, as Grande Canyon bursts .upon
you, or rather, as you burst upon it, and
look down, is the sympathetic symmetry,
let me say the homogeniety of it all. Put-
ting aside the soft, flesh-and-blood color,
you cannot help a sudden and glowing
heart-beat at the human fashioning of it
all. Here is a photograph from what
may be called Panorama Point. Here,
there, almost everywhere, you see the
symmetry, the form, the fashioning, as
perfect as a growing flower; and it takes
no imagination at all to see the hand of
man, the mind of man here in this grand-
est work of Grod that I have yet seen
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under the path of the sun. And this is
to say nothing of the color, which is
also as perfect as the color of the most
highly and perfectly-colored flower ever
considered.
Bear in mind, as said before, that this
eighty miles of color and grandeur has
no special points of view, as a rule. A
thousand views would, perhaps, have
nearly as many prominent points of view.
Every famous temple, tower, or place
in history or song or story seems to have
its counterpart here, only a thousand or
ten thousand times magnified.
The heat is oppressive, away down
deep. Despite the roaring river, the
water is warm, and the color of the Nile.
But all life is absent from it. Spending
a night here, to get the soft moonlight,
as if in some cathedral fashioned when
"there were giants in the land," I found
the heat and silence fearful. Here in the
depths of the canyon is neither tree nor
shrub, but trees and flowers of a strange,
wild kind drawn from the rocky ruins.
Yet here in the deepest deeps is at least
some life. I heard a whip-poor-will away
up in the wUderness on a little trout
stream that tumbles from the opposite
wall. And then a bat came, snapping its
little breath in my very ears, as he busily
gathered the mosquitoes that had begun
to torment me. Even here, in all this
majesty, this weight of silence, this riot,
this orderly riot of color, the battle for
life goes on; the mosquito and the
bat, both after blood; but the bat has ic
all his own way — the survival of the
fittest.
And now a little, .pretty, pathetic fact,
a touch of tenderness, humanity. All the
red colors of the flower-kind in Christen-
dom, and they are many, seem to come
here and look down from the dusty brick
of the canyon, with this riotous yet most
orderly world of red. The scarlet cactus,
the Indian pink, the Painter's brush, the
red currant, indeed, about a dozen bits,,
dots and dashes of red that I cannot
name, look down, away yonder, into that
mighty arena of red, as if surely a part
of it all; as one life may be a part of the
Infinite.
Color is king here. Take the grand-
est, sublimest thing the world has ever
seen, fashion it as if the master minds
from the "beginning" had wrought here,
paint it as only the masters of old could
paint, and you have El Cafion Grande del
Colorado.
TO THE MONA USA OF DA VINCI.
BY PARK BARNITZ.
Anguish and Mourning are as gold to her;
She weareth Pain upon her as a gem,
And on her head Grief like a diadem ;
And as with frankincense and tropic myrrh,
Her face is fragrant made with utter Woe ;
And on her purple gorgeous garment's hem,
Madness and Death and all the ways of them
Emblazoned in strange carroussel show.
Within her delicate face are all things met,
And all the sad years and the dolorous days
Are but as jewels round her forehead set;
Add but a little glory to her face,
A little langour to her half-closed 9yes,
That smile so strangely under the far skies.
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By JAMES F. J. ARCHIBALD.
w
AR correspondents are an essen-
tial part of every army in active
service, and consequently every
Government makes regular pro-
vision to facilitate their accompanying
the force in the field, and they are given
credentials allowing them to accompany
any column when their presence is not
ii'compatable with military operations.
It is almost as difficult for a correspond-
ent to obtain his first credentials to fol-
low a European army as it would be to
secure a commission as an officer in the
same force, but once having been recog-
nized as a war correspondent the future
is easy. The British war-office is particu-
larly careful never to send a man to the
front, to criticise or report the operations,
who has not had considerable previous
experience in military matters. A man
who has held a commission in some mili-
tary organization and who has, therefore,
some technical knowledge, is generally
favored. In fact, war-correspondence is
as distinct a profession in Europe as
medicine, law, or any other of the profes-
sions of ancient memory. A man's char-
acter and standing are all considered
just the same as that of an officer of
the service, and should he overstep the
bounds of propriety in any manner he
would be held to account just as rigidly
as though he held a commission, and
once proven guilty of ungentlemanly con-
duct or breach of faith he could never
accompany that army in the field again.
Where the British are continually in the
field in active service, they can control
this matter much better than could a
Government like our own, where a war
13 only the matter of two or three times
Ir a century.
During the war with Spain our Gov-
emment issued innumerable passes to
correspondents, and in consequence there
were all sorts and conditions of writers
gathered at Tampa, when the Fifth Corps
embarked for Santiago. Only about one
hundred and sixty-five really went to
Cuba, and although this was an enor-
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ity from the Secretary of War. Every
paper in the country and many European
journals seemed to be represented, and
I remember seeing the "special" for a
monthly agricultural paper. Correspond-
ents for religious weeklies were quite
common.
Hardly a score in the entire lot knew
a spare wheel from a cavalry-brigade, and
yet they were, in many cases, the best
writers from thefr respective journals.
But it hardly seems just to the military
authorities to send bright writers with no
military knowledge, to criticise the opera-
how interesting it might be to follow
some cavalry advance or particular ex-
pedition. If he represents a weekly or
monthly he is more at liberty to go as
he pleases and watch only the interesting
features of the campaign. In this man-
ner of following the dictates of his fancy
he sees much more of the action and
more of the real work. He is not ham-
pered with lists of dead and wounded, nor
of small detail, but looks upon the whole
as a great picture to be described from
a general point of view.
Some of the most clever work sent
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tions. This would not have been allowed
with European armies.
The same men go year after year,
and on their blouses are seen the ribbons
of all the campaign medals worn by the
soldiers of the different nations.
The most diificult problem to be solved
by the war-correspondent is that of where
he shall go and with what particular
command he shall cast his lot. Of course,
this depends, to a great extent, upon the
character of his work, and upon the
journal he is representing.
If he is doing cable work he must
keep in touch with the wire no matter
to London journals was done by a man
who rarely left his comfortable quarters
in the Mt. Nelson Hotel in Cape Town,
but who simply used what information
came back over the line of communica-
tion. Men who work for London dailies
ne^er have the worry of looking out for
illustrations, as those journals publish
no pictures; but the weekly and maga-
zine writers must be actually at the
very advance to make their sketches and
take their photographs.
All telephone lines, railways and supply
stations for miles about the theatre of
war are certain to be under the control of
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the military authorities, bo whatever is
done regarding the distribution of news
or the slathering of supplies for personal
subsistence must be done through the
officers in charge. The difficulty, there-
fore, experienced in obtaining privileges
depends entirely upon the good nature
of the officer in immediate command. If
a correspondent is agreeable and of good
presence he is generally asked to join the
mess of some General in command, and
really becomes his companion throughout
the campaign, and is, in this manner,
given an opportunity for comfort and a
source of news that would be obtainable
In no other way.
Many correspondents, however, prefer
to mess themselves, and not be attached
to any particular headquarters. They
buy a wagon or two, three or four horses.
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hire a couple of servants, and follow the
army independently. They live with their
own outfit when it is convenient, making
expeditions to the front when necessary.
A representative of the London Chroni-
cle during the Boer war lived in a baker's
wagon. It was a large wooden affair
with doors at the back. The occupant
had cut a hole in the top for the stove
pipe and cooked and slept inside in a
most comfortable manner in all kinds of
weather.
its value. If there are plenty of mounts
in the command the oificers always mount
a correspondent; but in actual war horses
are generally very scarce. A couple of
good mounts are as essential to a corre-
spondent as the very food he eats. Much
time must be spent in obtaining sufficient
forage for all his animals, and at times
it is a very serious problem to keep them
supplied. When the column is near the
base of supplies, or near the line of com-
munication, it is a simple matter. Not
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General Baden-Poweil Arriving at Pretoria.
Many of the writers used the two-
wheeled "Cape cart" to carry their extra
baggage, these vehicles being made for
just such work, and formerly used on
the veldt by the Boers or Cape colonists.
The cart is a light, handy affair, and well
suited to the character of the country.
The matter of horses is no small item
during a war, for the army takes all
animals to be found, and when an indi-
vidual wishes to purchase a mount he
is generally compelled to pay many times
so at the head of a rapid advance of a
flying cavalry column or a wide flanking
infantry division, when every ounce of
forage is worth its weight in gold.
All war-correspondents are attached
to an army as part of it, liable to the
commanding officer for their acts, Just as
much as though they were actually en-
listed in the fighting force and subject
to all the rules and articles of war. They
are entitled to draw officers' rations, and
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tions for one servant and forage for three
horses. It is more difficult when with an
irregular force like that of the Boers, who
have no regular commissary.
The cost of maintaining a special cor-
respondent at the front is very great, and
newspapers never welcome the prospect
of a war. Many times a single dispatch
will cost from one thousand to five thou-
sand dollars. The correspondent must
have sufficient funds for any emergency,
he must be able to hire assistance, char-
ter a train, and in fact be ready for any
contingency. In some campaigns the
value of money to the correspondent is
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a country where there was plenty to be
had, although at times we were compelled
to pay very high prices. Afterwards, when
I was with the British force, the matter
of supplies was very simple. Their Army
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greater than in others, as in the Japanese
and Chinese war, when money was of
very little use except to the "cable cor-
respondents." During the Santiago cam-
paign I did not have an opportunity of
spending any money after arriving on
Cuban soil, but in South Africa plenty of
cash was absolutely essential to the
maintenance of life. All of the corre-
spondents and attaches who cast their
lot with the Boer forces were compelled
Uy skirmish for their own food and for-
age. We, however, were continually in
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Service Corps Is, fortunately for them,
the most efficient branch of their service.
Most of the correspondents in the field
carry their funds in cash, in a belt. A
letter of credit or drafts are as worthless
as so much paper. Even though the
column may be quartered in a town or
city the chances are that the banks have
all suspended operations.
There are a few regular war-corre-
spondents who are almost sure to meet
in every campaign. New faces join the
oZ the leaders of all the civilized armies
of the world.
One of the younger men who has made
a great success is Winston Churchill. I
do not suppose there are many men with
as few years to their credit who have
experienced more than this young man,
who is still under twenty-five. He served
with the Spanish army in Cuba, in the
Soudan with Kitchener, in China, in In-
dia, in Africa, and is now a Member of
Parliament. It took this last war in the
Hugh Sutherland Writing Dispatches.
ranks and disappear, but a few of the
veterans are always there, and are well
acquainted with every army of the world.
The dean of the corps is at present Ben-
net Burleigh of the London Daily Tele-
graph. He began his service in our civil
war, during which he held a commission
ii'. the Confederate army. Since then he
has participated in every campaign that
has been fought. He has the confidence
of the English people and the friendship
Cape to bring him before the public.
When he was captured and taken into
Pretgria a prisoner, it looked as thoug^h
his career had been checked for the time
being, but instead, it was apparently Just
opening. He had not been confined in tlie
Staats Model Schoolhouse but a short
time when he made his escape, and then
made his way through to Delagoa Bay,
a distance of many hundred miles, really
without food of any sort except a little
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Dr. Conan Doyle and five other corre-
spondents on board the transport Briton.
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are sure to be in the field at every
call to arms. Every one of these men
"look the part," and that means every-
thing. A war correspondent must keep-
himself well-groomed at all times in the
field, because his good appearance means
much to nim when he wishes to talk to
any officer of high rank. I knew one
American correspondent in South Africa
who went about unshaven, with a slov-
enly-looking suit of khaki, a blue flannel
shirt, and a most disreputable felt hat.
He never could understand why he was
always met with rebuffs from the Brit-
ish Generals. It was all due to his appear-
ancQ. A man must appear as a gentleman
would anjrwhere, and even though it is
a great deal of trouble, it pays in the long
run.
British, and in fact, all European offi-
cers, look much better groomed in the
field than do our American officers of
chocolate. When it is considered that
Mr. Churchill was the only one of over
eight hundred officers to make his escape
it certainly reflects great credit on his
nerve and courage. Many papers tried
to show that the Boer authorities allowed
Churchill to escape, but I myself made
careful inquiry, and I do not believe that
such was the case, but that he escaped
purely on his own nerve. There was
little hope of escape by exchange, for
the only prisoner who, to my knowledge,
was exchanged, was Lady Sarah Wilson,
the special correspondent of the London
Graphic.
I think the most typical war-corre-
spondents I have ever met are Frederick
,Villiers, Richard Harding Davis, George
W^ Stevens, John T. McCutcheon, Bennett
Burleigh, Winston Churchill. George
W. Stevens gave his life to his work,
but the rest are all still active and
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like rank. It is of course a fact that they
also carry about five times the amount of
baggage, and are therefore able to make
an elaborate toilet; but it is a fact, never-
theless, that a correspondent who does
not keep well shaven and clean does not
receive any cordial attention.
Julian Ralph is the one American who
has become so British that even the Eng-
lish people make fun of him. He started
for his account of Cronje's surrender.
Instead of seeing the noble side of that
twelve day's stand of less than three
thousand, including men and women,
against over forty thousand British
troops, with a couple of hundred guns,
he viciously attacked them for being
dirty. Not a single English correspondent
saw that dirt, but only saw the noble
helplessness of their fight — and saw only
American District Messenger, James Smith, who carried the
message of sympathy from 30,000 Philadelphia school boys
to President Krueger.. .Taken in front of the Presidential
residence, Pretoria.
out for a London paper, writing an
American's views of the war, but he is by
far more vicious in his accounts than
the most prejudiced Englishman, and he
has incurred the disgust of all the English
people. He was most severely criticised
enough to praise — but it remained to this
one American to cast slurs upon these
people for their uncleanly appearance.
Ralph devoted a large part of his space
to ridiculing Mrs. Cronje because, for-
sooth, she wore a false switch in her hair!
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Almost immediately after the occupa-
tion of Pretoria the foreign attaches and
correspondents were informed that the
war was over, and that they could leave.
In substance it was a command. Some
did not care to leave, but they were told
that they would not be allowed to send
any matter. Even the mail was sub-
ject to the approval of Lord Stanley, the
chief censor of Lord Roberts' staff.
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Mr. Battersby, Lady Arthur Grosvenor, Lady Sarah Wilson.
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Nearly all of the correspondents came
out at this time.
I came up the West Coast on the
"Briton," and there were many of the
correspondents on board. Among them
were Dr. Conan Doyle, Mr. Battersley of
the Daily Mail, Mr. Johnson of the Ex-
press, Mr. Nevison of the Chronicle, Mr.
Hartford Hartland of the Army & Navy,
and Mr. Atkins of the Manchester Guar-
sonally Mr. Doyle is a most agreeable
man, ever ready for any entertainment
for others. He went to the war as a
surgeon, but has given some of his best
writings to the public on the subject
of the campaign. Dr. Doyle is a strange
contrast to Kipling, who is intensely un-
popular with the officers and cordially
hated by the men of the entire British
service. His writings about the soldiers
Lady Sarah Wiisor.,
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dlan, who was in Cuba with the Fifth
Army Corps.
It was very pleasant to have this oppor-
tunity of reviewing the various parts
of the campaign in the Cape. Conan
Doyle's severe criticisms of the British
officers has caused a great deal of com-
ment, but It win undoubtedly do the ser-
vice an immense amount of good. Per-
are seemingly taken as personal Insults
by every man in the British service. His
crude personality is undoubtedly In part
responsible for his unpopularity.
Hartford Hartland is one of the
younger writers who went to the front
a: the commencement of the war and wit-
nessed the horrors of Spion Kop, Colenso,
and the crossing of the Tugela River.
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Among the American correspondents on
the Boer side in South Africa, Allan
Sangeree of Ainsley's Magazine, Hugh
Sutherland of the Philadelphia North
American, who accompanied Jimmie
Smith, the messenger boy, Howard Hille-
gas, and Richard Harding Davis, were
among the most prominent. Even Jimmie
Smith, who carried the message of sym-
pathy to President Kruger from the Phila-
delphia schoolboys, did some correspond-
ence, and wrote some description from
his own standpoint that was exceedingly
interesting. Now, he says, his one ambi-
tion in life is to go to West Point and be
an army officer, or, failing in that, to
be a war correspondent.
mean that it takes the special writer to
bring their deeds and value before the
public. If it depended upon the official
dispatches and reports to make them fa-
mous they would go to their last rest
without any special reward. Sheridan's
ride would have been given to posterity
as, ''I arrived on the field at Cedar Creek
at 10 a. m." There would be few Medals
of Honor or Victoria Crosses won, were it
not for the correspondents. During the
war with Spain, Lieutenant Henry Ward
of the navy was sent into Spain to secure
some important information, and for
many weeks that brave officer faced death
at every turn ; the smallest mistake would
have betrayed him into the hands of the
Lord Roberts.
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Lord Roberts' Entry into Pretoria.
It is only through the medium of the
correspondents' dispatches that the pub-
lic gathers its knowledge and makes its
estimate of the worth of the officers in
command, and consequently it is in the
power of any correspondent to make or
mar the professional reputation of them.
Most of the newly appointed general
officers of the American army owe their
advance to the reports of the correspond-
ents. They could not have received the
appointment without the ability, but I
enemy, to have shared a fate like that of
Nathan Hale. On the official roll of the
Navy Department, Lieutenant Ward's war
record would simply show him as "on
special duty." The public never heard
of his deeds of daring, simply because
there was no correspondent to tell the
story; he received no reward because the
wise men at Washington have not seen
his name fiaring in the headlines as the
hero of the hour. Lieutenant Ward was
not advanced any ten numbers as Hobson
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was, although he risked his life to a far
greater extent. He succeeded in the task
set before him, where Hobson practically
failed. The dangers around him were
like poison lurking in a cup, while the
work of his brother officer was carried
with the dash of fire and shell. The one
officer f^ted, lionized, and promoted, all
because a few correspondents happened
to see him do an act of duty; the other
forgotten.
All this to show the part war-corre-
spondents play in making national heroes.
No better explanation of the dangers
incurred by war correspondents can be
given than to simply state that in this
present campaign in South Africa thirty-
three per cent of the correspondents,
have been killed or wounded, or have
died of disease incurred in the line ot
their duty. This is many times greater
than the death rate among officers or.
men, and merely shows that these men
who go into the battles at their own
volition stand the same chances of los-
ing their lives as do the men who wear
a uniform. They are in more battle^,
than any one officer or man, they suffer
the same privations, and when the read-,
ers of the daily papers glance at that
little line at the head of a dispatch "from
our own correspondents at the front," they
rarely consider what it costs in privations,
and perseverance to get that diispatch^
into print.
Great Britain and
her friends mourn
a dead Queen and
The Mother Queen a dead song. Vic-
of Britain. toria is no more
and "God Save
the Queen" is on-
ly a memory un-
til another woman monarch shall recall
it. There is a King, Edward VII, whose
wild oats are supposed to have been
planted these several years; but his
greatness is yet to be adjudged by the in-
vincible opinion of the people. The dead
Queen leaves a record that is without
equal in the history of Great Britain.
She was not great, she had no personal
ambitions, but she was good — and never
before in the history of the world has
one woman for so long a time and with
such good results maintained an influ-
ence over so many millions of intelli-
gent, law-abiding subjects. Victoria was
first of all an ideal mother — then an ideal
wife and an ideal widow. It was she,
who, with the simplicity of a true heart,
wrote to a dead soldier's wife, "From a
widow to a widow." The utter ingenu-
ousness and humanness of Victoria en-
deared her to many Americans, who by
all natural token were opposed to Mon-
archs, Monarchies, and a Throne. Vic-
toria made her throne a simple bit of the
furniture of office. She gave sympathy
always, for that was in her nature; she
gave counsel when it was within her
wisdom, and when, as was more fre-
quently the case, she needed counsel,
then it was her habit to ask of those wiser
heads whom a Government had appointed
t") advise her. But it is after all the mem-
ory of the Woman rather than the Queen
that the English-speaking peoples will
treasure — a simple-minded, plain, honest-
hearted gentlewoman, who, when in error,
always erred in favor of Honesty and Vir-
tue. She had a mother's tears for every
soldier of her's that fell fighting for her;
and she had the woman's tear for every
sincere foeman whose bones bordered
the path of Imperialism. England's
Mother Queen lived a long, honorable life,
and all civilization is the sadder for
her loss.
CREMATION as at present practiced is
surrounded by so much misrepresentation
that a few facts in
connection with the
The Cruelty of custom may be of in-
cremation, terest to those who
believe in that me-
thod of disposal of
the dead. A visit to the crematories of
San Francisco, and also to a number of
those located in the Eastern States, and
a close inspection of the various methods
in use at different places leads to only
one conclusion, and that is, that very
few, if any cremationists, realize what cre-
mation really is.
In the attractive literature published by
the crematories we are told "that after
the funeral services, the body or casket
is wrapped in a sheet soaked in alum
water and put in a retort, heated to a
cherry red, and that the stored heat ab-
sorbs the moisture of the body, which
is 95 per cent of the whole, and leaves the
balance, 5 per cent, in a clear and beauti-
ful pearly white ash, and that every par-
ticle is gathered and put in a receptacle,
sealed and given to the relatives to dis-
pose of as they see fit."
A visit to seven different crematories
demonstrates the real facts, however, to
be as follows: The body or casket is
wrapped in a cloth, saturated with alum
water to prevent the body from taking
fire before the eyes of the relatives, be-
fore the furnace could be closed. The
furnace is heated to about 2000 degrees
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Fahrenheit, and this heat is so intense
that it causes the body to immediately
ignite and burn and sizzle in the same
manner as a piece of fat thrown in a red
hot fire. Imagine this of some loved one!
In most of the crematories the actual
flame that heats the retort is turned on
tAe body, making the process, if possible,
still more horrible.
Now, as to the pearly white ash. It
is a fact that the flesh is consumed and
the bones calcined, and most of the
smaller ones crumble quite easily; but
the larger ones have either to be ground
in a machine made for that purpose, or
crushed in a mortar. Could you, reader,
permit this to be done to any one for
whom you had the slightest feeling of
affection? Better by far let us lay our
dead ones back in mother earth from
whence they came, and where, amidst
trees and flowers, and covered by a beau-
tiful mantle of God's green earth they
may forever rest. We often hear people
say that they do not see any difference
between decaying in the ground or having
the body destroyed by flre, accomplishing
in a few hours by burning what it takes
years to do by earth burial. We will illus-
trate the difference by asking you to
think of the most beautiful bit of land-
scape you ever saw. In the center there
U a noble oak surrounded by beautiful
shrubs and flowers. Perchance at one
side there is sugar maple and at the
other a sumac or dogwood which, in
the fall of the year have delighted every
passer-by with their brilliant coloring,
before the leaves die and fall to the
ground. If left there to decay in the nat-
ural way these leaves will enrich the soil
and make the next year's growth lovelier
than ever before. Instead of following
ii* nature's way, apply the torch and the
result is the complete destruction of all
those tender shrubs and flowers, and even
the old oak itself is burned and scarred be-
yond recognition. So it is with the hu-
man body. If it is buried, and in nature's
own way allowed to decay, the softening,
refining and comforting influence of the
grave of a loved one will be felt by all
who are left behind. Those of us who
have been separated from our loved ones
know the sweet pleasure of a visit to the
cemetery and the placing of a flower on
that sacred grave. The communion with
the beloved dead has enriched us and
made us better people, better fathers,
better mothers, better children. Many
a son can attribute his finer conception
of life and duty to a visit to his mother's
grave. But cremation is the complete
destruction of all the sweet memories of
the departed, the total annihilation of
reverence for the sacred plot in the ceme-
tery where our beloved dead and revered
ancestors have been buried, some of them
for ages; the searing as with fire of that
ever present wish to do something for the
one that has left us.
In lieu of all this, cremation gives
UB a can containing a part of the
crushed bones of child, or mother, to-
gether with the ashes of the coffin, which
we place in a depository devoted to the
purpose, yet by no effort of imagination
can we realize that our loved ones are
there. Perchance we take this ghastly
can home, and see if we can bring our-
selves to believe its contents are all the
mortal remains of our departed. In a
very short time it becomes an object of
jest, and after a time finds its way to the
ash barrel as if the violence of the
method, or the sudden change in a few
short hours of a form we love, into a hand-
ful of meaningless ashes by means of
a furnace, severed forever the bonds of
affection. The entire lack of solemnity
which surrounds cremation is frequently
remarked. Instead of a feeling of respect
or affection, we find instead an air of
levity or cold indifference. In fact it
is not unusual to hear in the "Ash-room"
of any of the crematories such remarks
as "it is better to take the old man's
ashes home and use them to clean the
kitchen tinware than to leave him rot in
the ground," or "the kid's ashes will make
good tooth-powder," or "well we have got
her where she can't kick now." You no
doubt will say that the people who would
say such things would speak as grossly
of their own dead. No, they would not!
The hardest criminal or the most worldly
woman is affected at the solemn moment
when the casket containing the remains
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the grave; and forever after, that grave
ir. held in reverence.
The practice of cremation is degrad-
ing and deprives us of all that is beau-
tiful In life and reduces us to the
level of the Animal Kingdom. In mak-
ing this statement we are aware that very
few will credit it until they have made a
study of the effects of cremation upon
those who have had their dead crema-
ted, and have seen the moral degen-
eracy of those that are left behind.
Cremation destroys all sentiment, and
what is there in life that keeps us above
the brute creation but sentiment? What
is sentiment? 'Those complex determin-
ations of the mind which result from the
co-operation of our rational powers and
our moral feelings.** The love of God, the
love of country, the love of home, parents
and children, the love of honor, virtue,
and all that makes life beautiful, but the
most holy of them all is the love and re-
spect for the dead, which cremation com-
pletely destroys, and by so doing in a
measure affects every other sentiment.
It should be opposed by those of the
Jewish race, as the old Hebrew law pre-
scribes the mode of burial in the earth,
and the Jew that favors cremation is
not faithful to the traditions of his race,
for It has been the consistent observance
of their ancient customs, sustained by
sentiment, that has preserved the integ-
rity of the Jewish people, and cremation
annihilates this sentiment. It is the
sentiment of the universal brotherhood
of man that is the corner-stone of the
noble order of Masonry, with its lodges
ic every part of the habitable globe, and
whose origin dates back to the building
of King Solomon's Temple. The wise
men of discretion In this great order have
wisely foreseen that the practice of cre-
mation would be the destruction of their
organization, and many of the grand
lodges have forbidden the Masonic rites
at a cremation, as it is not a Christian
burial, and detracts from tne sacrednesa
of the ceremony.
As an aid to crime ana a means of des-
troying evidence in criminal practice,
cremation is perfect. It became so ap-
parent to the officers of one of San Fran-
cisco's crematories that cremation was
being used to cover up the evidence of
criminal operations, that the Board of
Health was induced to pass a law pro-
hibiting cremation within forty-eight
hours after death, and that there should
be an inspection as to the cause of death,
etc., by an officer of the Board. This
law, however, is only partially observed
as to the time limit, but not as to the la-
spection.
In the interest of Justice, and as an ad-
ditional precaution against criminal prac-
tices, which are all too common, it should!
be the duty of all citizens to have such:
legislation adopted and enforced as wllL
prevent the destruction of evidence in
the case of murder. Let the officers ot
the law have every opportunity to provO'
crime and not place a premium on its
commission by the encouragement of
cremation. Let every clergyman froni:
the pulpit preach against cremation as it
tends to destroy the good influences-
the clergy tries to inculcate. It would*
be well if they would even refuse to offic-
iate at a cremation, as the beautiful
, services of the church over a body toi
be committed to the flames seems incon-
sistent and out of place. Let every Chris-
tian be flrmly against this relic of pagan--
ism. Let the press investigate the pro*
cess and the effects of cremation, and'
they will soon convince the public that*.
it is only a "fad"! Let every good citi-
zen speak against this relic of barbar-
ism and cremation would be abandoned:
for all time.
In "California's Transition Period"
Samuel H. Willey has written an inter-
esting work on the early history of the*
State. By "The Transition Period," the
author means that stage in the State's
growth when the Mexican flag came down
in California, and the American colors
took its place. The building up of a
great commonwealth, the substitution of
the more progressive American customs^
and the more Just American laws for
those of mediaeval Mexico, make a fas-
cinating story, not alone to the Calif or-
nian. Such history it is necessary for
the world to know. Mr. Willey is a.
thorough student of the State's history^,
and he has given us a useful book.
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No. 4
THE GIRL FROM NOUMEA.
BY J. F. ROSE-SOLEY.
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HEN she came on board our
steamer we thought at first it was
a wedding party, and had it not
been for the conspicuous absence of a
bridegroom, the supposition would have
been tenable. There was the Mamma,
portly and well faring, the stout sister,
already a matron, and the slim young
sister whose turn at matrimony had yet
to come. They bustled down to the
wharf with much ceremony, and the
crowd of black boys, gathered together
from all parts of the Pacific, gazed de-
lisbtly as they passed. For were they
not clad in the gayest of colors which
man — or rather woman — taking the rain-
bow as a guide, could devise, and does
not the soul of the Kanaka delight in
brilliant hues? If he can get nothing bet-
ter, he sticks a gaudy parrot's feather in
liis hair, and this, with a bright red sulu
or waist cloth, constitutes his principal
clothing. Half the population of the lit-
tle French settlement, male and female,
was down to see us tread our way out
of the reef-enclosed harbor, but none
could compare in attire with the girl
and her weeping relatives.
We, the privileged passengers on the
poop, watched the new arrivals with a
natural feeling of Jealousy. We had al-
ready, .by living a week or so on the
steamer, acquired a sense of possession;
we all knew each other's names and busi-
ness, and gossiped freely, behind their
backs of course, about our fellow pas-
sengers' affairs. Therefore the girl was
necessarily an intruder, an uninvited ad-
dition to our little community, and it be-
came our duty to consider whether we
would accept her on a footing of equality.
So we leaned lazily over the rail, and
watched the almost perpendicular rays
of the mid-day sun waking up the little
striped fish which darted hither and
thither amid the branching coral at the
bottom.
Our time was nearly up, the steam
whistle was doing its best to arouse the
sleepy echoes of the town, and to recall
the passengers who were finishing their
dejeuner at the caf6 ashore. The edge
of the wharf was lined with a row of grin-
ning, laughing natives, who were waiting,
with child-like curiosity, to see the screw
go round. Therefore the parting be-
tween the girl from Noumea and her fe-
male relatives was something hurried.
There were dozens of au revoirs, and as
much sobbing and weeping as the dis-
cussion of a parting bottle of wine would
permit. Male friends crowded around,
and one Frenchman, more venturesome
than the rest, tried to snatch a parting
kiss. She shook him ofT with a light ges-
ture and a laughing: "Call this time to-
morrow." Then the steamer gently drew
away from the wharf, we felt the breath
of the fresh trade-wind on our faces as we
cleared the point, and a chaos of waving
handkerchiefs and fluttering gauzy skirts
was the last we saw of the crowd on the
quay.
The girl from Noumea was the only one
amongst us who had anything to leave
behind. We had done the little town
thoroughly in two days, we had ex-
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hausted the Cathedral, and the flagstaff,
whilst the sight of the grey clad convicts
working in the street had growri weari-
some to us. So we were Klad t^ get away
from the heat and the dust, to be once
core on the coo! tree Pacific. But the
girl lingered aft, ieani*ig over ?ne poop
rail near the cabin liirder. heedless of
the fact that the tLi pantryman was al-
ready extracting various cold joints for
the mid-day luncheon. To the other pas-
sengers this was a good omen, a sign
which betokened the pleasantest meal
of the day. The girl, with her embroid-
ered handkerchief still in her hand,
never moved, though we had cleared the
entrance to the harbor, and the rocky
peaks of the Island were beginning to lose
their distinctness of outline. Then we
went down to luncheon, and when we
came up half an hour later, I was pleased
to note that the girl from Noumea, who
declined to eat below, had got through
a goodly slice of chicken wing, as well as
a small bottle of Lafitte. And with char-
acteristic French vim she recovered her
spirits from that hour, the gaudy shore
dress was exchanged for a neat blue
serge yachting costume, and she was for-
mally welcomed as a fellow passenger
by the old hands.
Of course the reader, noticing the at-
tention I have bestowed upon this
little personage, will at once assume that
she was a most beautiful angelic crea-
ture and I am loth to disappoint him.
I cannot, in strict truth, say that she was
beautiful or even pretty. But she was
petite, and had the ineffable charm of
chic, a gift which only Parisian women
possess in perfection. Thus, in less than
half an hour all the single men had fallen
violently in love with her, and the
married ones, had it not been for the re-
straining presence of their spouses, would
have liked to do the same. The stout
commercial traveler and the dapper lit-
tle civil servant vied in paying her at-
tention, and before the afternoon was
over she was the recognized Queen of the
quarter-deck.
Two days' experience sufficed to con-
vince us that the commercial was — ^to
use his own phraseology — the only one
able to make the running. All the rest
o' the passengers, the uoctor, and even
the handsome chief officer, were hopeless-
1/ ou*^ tl I'.. Kenry D. Moran, represent-
'-^ Ajeesr.-:. Software and Hardgoods, as
Ue styled himself on his business cards,
was a genuine specimen of the genus
Bagman Australiensis, fluent, much-be-
Jeweled, and by reason of good living,
over-fat. Hardly a chair on the ship
would bear his weight as he lolled lazily
on the quarter-deck. His brains varied
ir inverse ratio to his bulk, and yet be,
though his conversation betrayed no
trace of intellectual development, was
counted a good business man by those
who knew. It may have been his
ready tongue which did it: certainly it
was not his looks, but in the space of two
days it befell that if he ever occupied
the chair by the girl's side, all other ri-
vals had to keep their distance. It was
ill trifling with a man of his size and
determination.
The three days of our passage before
the breezy trade-wind and the ever-fol-
lowing sea passed smoothly enough, and
we neared the little savage isle to which
the girl was bound. There was a mystery
about her voyage. Some said she was
going to seek out and wed an absent
lover; others that she was after an er-
rant husband, who had married only to
desert her. Whatever the object of her
traveling, she took none of us into her
confldence, unless it were the commercial
traveler, and he, though talking freely
and not over respectfully about her in
the smoking room, was discreetly silent
on this one point. It was not like him
to be silent about anything; the little he
knew he always blurted out, and there-
fore his reticence was all the more sur-
prising.
At night, in the little steward's room,
which served as a bar, office and sleep-
ing berth combined, the male passengers
would meet after the ladies had gone
to bed, and while the portly steward
served out the whisky, discuss the events
of the day. This topic, being somewhat
limited in extent, the conversation nat-
urally turned on the little girl from Nou-
mea, and the mystery which attached to
her. For we had all made up our minds
that there was a mystery, though there
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was no apparent Justification for the as-
sumption. Passengers at sea are very
apt to fall into the evil ways of idle gos-
sip.
A little dried-up Frenchman was the
only person who refrained from express-
ing an opinion as to the reason of his com-
patriot's presence. "C'est une vraie Par-
isienne, elle connait les hommes comme
sa poche," was all he would say when ap-
pealed to for advice, in the best French
we could muster among us. He would sit
quietly sipping his vermouth for an hour,
pretending that he did not understand
English. Then, exactly as six bells
sounded from the bridge, he would get up,
politely make his bow, and disappear
with a "bon soir. Messieurs." There was
quite as much mystery about him as
about the girl, no one knew the reason of
his journeying to the Savage Isles, but
then, as he was only a man, we did not
care to be curious.
It was hot, below, on the last night of
our voyage, and the glories of the tropi-
cal moon tempted me on deck long after
the other passengers had gone to their
berths. Contrary to all rules and regu-
lations, which on board ship are only
made to be broken, I took my cigar with
me on the poop, and presently found a
comfortable lounge on the skylight. It
was one of those old-fashioned flat-topped
affairs, which lift up at each end, and we
had long since discovered that the mov-
able part, inclined at the proper angle,
made a luxurious resting place. As we
were nearing land, they were steering
the ship from the bridge, so there was no
helmsman to take into consideration, and
there was not a soul in sight to disturb
my meditations. I lay and smoked calmly
with my face to the stem, dreamily
watching the curling glistening wake of
white foaming water, which grew ever
as we went along, only to vanish in the
hazy distance.
Perhaps I went to sleep; I don't know,
but I must have been there a long time
when the sound of voices awoke me, for
I felt quite chilled with the night air.
They were behind the raised sky-light,
the pair, and had evidently not seen me
in the darkness of the awning-shrouded
deck. I knew their voices well, and did
not need to look around. Had I done so,
my eavesdropping must have been de-
tected, and I did not care, single-handed,
to face the mighty commercial traveler's
wrath.
"Why did you bring me up here at this
hour of the night?" said the young girl
from Noumea; "it is not proper, you
know."
"Then why did you come?" responded
Moran impertinently. "You know I don't
care a scrap for propriety when I've got
you with me."
There was a slight scrimmage, two or
three angry "Don'ts" and something
which sounded audibly, though It was
neither a word nor a blow.
"Well, what do you want?" the girl
went on, as calmly as if nothing had
happened.
"You know very well what I want —
it's you," was the blunt reply.
"Listen," she continued quietly, evad-
ing the direct question. "I will tell you
something. I am not used to many words
like you men who talk much to make the
business. Will you swear to help me and
to keep the secret?"
"Swear, I should think so!" replied the
Colonial, "I'd swear the leg off an iron
pot if it would bring me any nearer to
you."
She laughed. "No, no, that would be
too awful. Just listen quietly. You won-
der why I am on board this ship, why 1
am all alone making the passage to the
Savage Isles? Well, it is this way. I
go in search of my brother. He was al-
ways a good brother to me, and I love
him much. But he is French, and too
much given to the politics. My father
keeps a hotel in Noumea, and my brother
and myself helped him. But my brother
would always, when talking to the cus-
tomers, be after one political agitation
or the other, and at last he got up a plan
for turning New Caledonia into an inde-
pendent commune; he had talked much
with the exiles who came from Paris.
It was a beautiful plot. There were lots
of big men in it, and I think it would have
succeeded, had it not been found out.
You know the little gray man who is on
board? Well, he is a detective, but he
pretended to be one of the conspirators,
and then denounced my brother to the
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Governor. They did not dare to try him;
it would have made too much scandal.
So the Governor sent him away quietly
to the Isle of Pines, and nobody in Nou-
mea but ourselves knew anything about
it The detective used to come much
to our hotel, and made love to me across
the bar, and because I refused to be his
mistress he had my brother arrested."
"The brute," exclaimed the traveler.
"I'd like to punch his head ! "
"So you shall, if you will only help me.
Well, to make a long story short, my
brother escaped. I need not tell you how
we managed it, but we got him away in
a boat to the Savage Isles. He is there
now, and the detective has found out."
"So that's what he's after! But how
can the detective arrest him there? Why,
there's no government to give him up."
"It is all arranged. There's a French
man-of-war in the harbor, and the detec-
tive has a letter to the captain, ordering
him to bring the fugitive a prisoner to
Noumea. Then my brother will be locked
up safely on the Isle Nou, and I do not be-
Ueve he will ever be able to escape again.
Now you know all, will you help me to
get my brother away?"
"Of course I will, but how?"
"I have a plan. To-morrow I will tell
you."
"And my reward?"
"All in good time. Monsieur; let us
first succeed."
She glided away silently, and I only
knew of her absence through a sotto-
voce remark of the travelers, who was
left alone with his cigar. "Fine girl that;
blest if I don't believe I'm in love with
her."
The next day all was bustle and excite-
ment on board. The sailors were busy
getting the ship ready for the discharge
and receipt of Savage Isles cargo, and the
few passengers who were leaving us
had packing to do. But the girl from
Noumea did not pack, and at luncheon
she took the opportunity of ostentatious-
ly asserting that she was not going to get
off at the Savage Isles after all ; she had
decided, since the voyage had done her
health so much good, to go on to the next
port of call at Fiji.
The commercial traveler also amazed
us, in the ;^moking room, by telling a
long story about an elderly invalid, the
wife of a planter on the group, whom he
had promised to escort to Samoa, and to
see safely stowed on board the steamer
for New Zealand. "Nice job, isn't it,"
he said, "having to take charge of an
old party like that, who's got to go to
the colonies for her health? Now, if
she was a young and pretty girl I would
not mind. Might do a mash then."
I marveled secretly why he hadn't
mentioned the matter earlier in the voy-
age, though I kept my own counsel, un-
derstanding something, but not all, of
the little comedy which was being played
out.
It was dark when we got into the lit-
tle port, the one harbor, worthy of the
name, which the Savage Isles can boast
of. With only a single light ashore for
our guidance, we treaded our way
through the dangerous reefs which guard
the entrance. The people of the village,
who had not seen a ship for months,
flocked to greet us, the native outrigger
canoes bustled hither and thither on the
smooth water, and a huge raft-like ves-
sel, laden with native laborers, came to-
ward us, lighting up the harbor with bun-
dles of flaring torches, and attracting
shoals of gay-colored flsh.
We soon had a score of people, plan-
ters, merchants, and agents, on board,
demanding the latest news from Aus-
tralia, and telling us all about the splen-
did banana crop which was to make the
fortune of the Islands. It was a great
night for the residents on this lonely
spot; the steward's cabin became the
scene of a symposium which lasted far
into the early morning hours. The com-
mercial traveler seemed wonderfully pop-
ular amongst these men. One and all they
greeted him efTuslvely, and sought to
detain him to take part In their revels.
Their blandishments were, however,
thrown away; the young man indicated
that the path of duty lay elsewhere.
He had become a reformed character,
and armed with a large valise, he In-
sisted on going ashore as soon as the
anchor was down. He had, he explained,
to travel far and fast to fetch the old lady
who had been placed under his care. She
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vas on a distant plantation, and as the
steamer sailed at noon on the morrow,
there was no time to be lost
The girl from Noumea, leaning grace-
fully over the rail, waved him a careless
adieu, just as if he were a new acquaint-
ance passing out of sight for a few hours.
And then his canoe, with its couple of
native paddlers, vanished into the zone
of darkness which surrounded the ship.
There was little sleep that night for
anyone on board. Through the long hours
the rattle of the steam winches went on
unceasingly, to the accompaniment of
shrill native cries and broad English
oaths. For the copra was there, the local
trading vessels were full of the greasy
ill-smelling stuff, and come what would,
the whole of it must be on board by the
next mid-day. The detective, after sat-
isfying himself that the girl from Nou-
mea was not going ashore, went off in
a boat to the French man-of-war which
lay a few cable-lengths away. Appar-
ently he found much to interest him there
for we saw no more of him until just
before we sailed.
All through the night the girl walked
anxiously up and down the poop deck,
assuring the stewardess that she could
not possibly sleep, and would sooner re-
main on deck. But now and again she
cast longing glances toward the shore.
With the dawn the expected came.
The commercial traveler had evidently
made quick work of his journey, for there
he was in a canoe, and squatting by his
side on the reed platform was an elderly
lady. She certainly was elderly; I could
tell by her feeble walk and nervous hands
even though her face was thickly veiled.
The girl from Noumea smiled, but not too
eagerly, as she came up the ladder, darting
a quick anxious glance at the French
gun-boat, whose spars were now visible
in the rapidly growing light. The intro-
duction which followed was quite per-
fectly formal, Mrs. and Mademoiselle.
The girl only bowed slightly, and said
how happy she would be to help Mr.
Moran's friend.
She certainly kept her word, and at
noon, when our steamer shook the cluster
of trading boats from her sides, and head-
ed for the open sea, the girl was talking
quite afCably to the old laay. dtill closely
veiled, the elderly woman leaned help-
lessly on her young companion's arm,
and somehow, as they moved slowly up
and down the deck, the pressure seemed
mutual. Moran skirmished round in the
rear, and strove now and again to get in
a word with his inamorata. The girl
only smiled cheerfully, and said loudly,
so that the other passengers might hear:
"Poor dear old lady, how weak she is;
she needs help, and I really cannot leave
her alone."
We were just clearing the harbor when
we noticed we were pursued. A smart-
ly manned gig from the gunboat was com-
ing toward us with all the speed which
five oars and ten strong arms could give
her. Naturally we wondered what it was
all about, and the situation was excitedly
discussed on the poop, to the visible an-
noyance of the commercial traveler, who
looked anxious and worried. Our oblig-
ing skipper slowed down to let the boat
come alongside, and then we saw the
little detective in the stem sheets, ac-
companied by a much-gold-laced French
lieutenant.
*Want to come on board?" asked the
captain from the bridge.
"No," replied the detective in perfect
English; "got any new passengers?"
"Yes, an old lady from Smith's planta-
tion. There she is on the poop."
The old lady, still closely veiled, leaned
calmly over the rail and gazed down at
the detective, whilst a little farther on,
the girl from Noumea watched the scene
with a half-formed smile on her lips.
The detective was apparently satisfied,
the lieutenant shouted something in
French, and the men bent to their oars.
The electric bell rang in the engine
room, and away we went into the long
even swell of the Pacific. The commer-
cial traveler executed a kind of subdued
hornpipe on the deck, and invited us all
down to have drinks at his expense.
The girl, for the rest of the voyage,
watched over the old lady like a daugh-
ter. We were all rather glad, for though
we fully recognized that the young com-
mercial traveler had hopelessly outdis-
tanced us in the matter of love-making,
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cess. And now the girl, with a patience
worthy of an angel, gave her whole at-
tention to the old lady. It was rarely that
the commercial could get a five minutes'
tete-a-tete. The old lady was sure to come
up and interrupt the conversation. For-
tunately she never appeared at meals,
but at table, of course, the talk was strict-
ly conventional in its character. A week
of this treatment visibly lessened the
bulk of the young man, the jokes with
which he used to enlighten the smoking
room grew fewer and more circumspect
in their tone, and he only brightened up
when we entered Suva harbor, and he had
before him the prospect of an uninter-
rupted interview with his lady love.
It was all, as I found out afterwards,
carefully planned. The mail steamer foi-
Auckland was to sail on the day of our
arrival, and as the old lady was too
weak and ill to be trusted ashore, the
captain was induced to transfer her di-
rectly to tne New Zealand boat. The girl
from Noumea went also, as well as the
commercial traveler, and myself. Per-
sonally, I did not go from motives of curi-
osity, for I had no idea of the things
which were to happen, but simply be-
cause the skipper of the outgoing boat
was an old friend of mine, and I wanted
to have a chat with him before I left.
On board the steamer the old lady at
once disappeared into her cabin, accom-
panied by her young and inseparable com-
panion. This was the last glimpse I
had of the mysterious and much veiled
person. I had a quiet hour's talk with
the captain in his cabin, but our recount-
al of old time experiences on the dig-
gings was suddenly checked by the ap-
pearance of the first ofllcer at the door-
way "Mails on board, sir," he said.
"All right, get the anchor up."
The dull rumble of the capstan, for-
ward, showed us that his orders were be-
ing obeyed.
Alongside I found the boat waiting
patiently to take us back to our own
ship. The commercial traveler was al-
ready seated in the stem.
"Where's the girl from Noumea?" I
asked, as I joined him.
"She's still with the old woman," he
growled. "Can't get her to leave till the
last moment."
"Wonderfully kind of her," I said some-
what mischievously.
"Too fond altogether," he angiily as-
serted.
Then the whistle blew its farewell
blast. "Can't wait any longer, sir," said
the coxswain of our boat. "Shove that
boat off there," came the gruff order
from the bridge, "and haul up the com-
panion ! "
Half a dozen strong arms brought the
heavy ladder up to its davits, the screw
began to revolve, and the great ship
slowly forged ahead. As we dropped
astern, we saw, right over our heads, the
smiling face of the girl from Noumea.
The old lady was no longer there, but the
girl leaned familiarly on the arm of a
bronzed young Frenchman.
"Come back," shouted the traveler an-
grily, forgetting the space of water which
divided him from his love.
The girl waved her handkerchief airily.
"Au revoir," she laughed, "call this time
to-morrow."
The commercial traveler gazed gloom-
ily after the fast disappearing ship and
muttered :
"Blessed if I believe he was her brother
after all!"
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THE MEXICAN INDIAN PASSION PLAY,
BY L. M. TERRY
M:
EARLY four hundred years ago,
the Franciscan monks crossed the
ocean to the land of **New Spain,"
for the purpose of converting and
preaching to the idolatrous savages found
there by Cortes, and whom, for want of
a better name, we have always known as
"Aztecs."
Christianity, as preached by the friars,
did not "take" with these idol-worshiping
savages; it was too tame, and the spec-
tacular effects were not sufficiently
striking. Far above all things, the sav-
age must have color, and plenty of it,
in his religious and civil rites. So that
the Dominicans and Franciscans had
their work cut out for them in civilizing
and Christianizing these tawny children
of the sun.
Many of them, as was natural, dis-
trusted the white man; more of them
were, like Ephraim, joined to their idols,
and would have none of the religion of
Christ. And it was only after years of
patient labor, and the grafting on, as
it were, of Romanist features to their
own idolatious rites, that the Indians of
Old New 'Spain were won over to the
Church.
Of these crude and oftentimes gro-
tesque ceremonials, many still survive
in Mexico, even in these days of rail-
roads and Protestant missionaries. And
of these certainly the quaintest, most
grotesque, and at the same time terri-
ble, is the representation given yearly,
during Holy Week, of the Passion Play,
or the "Three Falls of Christ."
Originally given by the old friars in all
spirit of reverence and sanctity, with the
object of presenting the Passion and
suffering of our Lord, so that the skepti-
cal Indians might see, and seeing, believe,
the Passion Play of to-day has degener-
ated into a semi-religious, semi-rowdy oc-
casion, which the present year will see
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for the very last time — that is to say,
in and near the City of Mexico. Already
the Archbishop has ordered its cessation,
on the ground that it is sacrilegious, as
nowadays presented; and it is certain
that to-day's Passion Play, to be given
at Coyoacan and Ixtacalco, is the last one
that will ever be seen in the ola Valley
of Tenochtitlan, where it has been known
for over 350 years.
For many days, elaborate preparations
have been going on among the faithful,
looking to the successful carrying-out of
the Tres Caidas (or "Three Falls") of
tc-day. Magnificent old walls and but-
sandals, and is newly garlanded with
flowers, while the many small saints and
cherubs are resplendent in white and
blue, picked out in places with many bits
of lace, gilt, and whatever else in the way
of adornment the "Varnishing and Deco-
rating Committee" could lay their hands
upon.
Therefore, it is in the fear of seeing
many sacrilegious things, and the sure
certainty of witnessing many droll and
comical sights, that we, very early on the
morning of Good Friday, trust ourselves
to the tender mercies of the unwashed
who are making their way toward Coyoa-
In the Ixtacaico Churchyard.
tresses of the Moorish-domed churches,
which date back to the days of Cortes,
have been white-washea and perhaps
painted rose-pink, or Nile green, accord-
ing to the individual taste of the Indian
who handles the paint-pot. Priceless
screens and bits of wood carving have
been rubbed and scrubbed, if not totally
cast out of the sanctum, and few are the
Saints and images who do not flaunt
themselves in gay new attire. "San Pe-
dro," otherwise Saint Peter, has a new
red robe, and even the cock clasped under
his arm has been rubbed up and seeming-
ly varnished, so boldly do his feathers
shine; San Juan (St. John) wears new
can, where one ceremony is to be held;
and to the fine old church of Ixtacaico, on
the Viga Canal, where especially good
ceremonies are to be given — according
to the decrepid, toothless, yet rejoicing
old Indian, who sits uncomfortably near
one in the Viga car.
At the head of La Viga — otherwise
known as the "Embarcadero" or embark-
iiig-point — the scene beggars description.
So thick is the crowd of Indians, Mexi-
cans, and foreigners, that one can barely
get through to the boats, which, lined
up along the banks of the canal, will do
lA thriving business to-day, even though
there is plenty of tram-car competition.
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Double prices are ruling: the peon boat- Not being tourists, and being blessed
man, in his clean white manta garments moreover with a certain knowledge of
and gay sombrero, is in the zenith of his the Spanish tongue, we finally secure
glory, and great is the fleecing of the unto ourselves a flat-bottomed boat, the
wily tourist, who, armed with lunch- which is gaily festooned with red, white
basket, note-book, and camera, is abroad and green (Mexico's national colors), our
in the land, and fairly clamoring to be Charon gives a few vigorous pushes with
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oar, and off we go.
On all sides of us are other well-laden
boats, carrying out numerous passengers
to Ixtacaico, while various empty craft
are racing back to secure new customers.
Whole families fill some of the boats to
overflowing: there is feasting and music-
making galore, with the twang of guitars
and mandolins, while all along the banks
of the canal. Good Friday is being gaily,
if not riotously, observed.
Many are the booths wherein various
flesta commodities are displayed; many
monte and roulette places are in full
blast, and decimo8 and quarters by the
dozen are changing hands — mostly into
high-pitched sound of the lottery-ticket
vender:
"8eis Clentos pesos para la tarde! Para
la tarde Seis Cientos pesos!"
(Eveiy one who has ever been to Mex-
ico will remember the cry, one is sure:
and few (alack!) there are who have
not endeavored with might and main
to strike the lucky number enticling him
or her to the loudly-advertised IScis Cien-
tos, (six hundred.)
So occupied do we become watching
these sights of fiesta-time that we have
forgotten all about the Passion Play and
the Three Falls; it is with both a mental
and physical bump, therefore, that we
"The car containing the stooped velvet-ciad figure of the Christ."
the hands of the "bank," needless to say!
All sorts of good things to eat can be
found here: "baked or boiled or stewed
in rum." from the festive tamale down to
queerly and wonderfully made dulces
(or sweetmeats) the coloring matter of
which one will find it perilous to inquire
into. There are poppies and forget-me-
nots, and everywhere you see incredibly
large red and white radishes, cut and
curled into quaint and pretty shapes, and
Icoking for all the world like big rose-
pink orchids! In and out of these various
booths and gambling places, surge the
holiday makers, while high above the
other voices is raised the monotonous.
finally bring up at the crowded landing
place at Ixtacalco.
From there we are not long In making
our way to the fine old church, from
which the procession will start. So
densely packed is the crowd that it is
more or less difficult to get through it,
and into a coign of vantage in the huge
churchyard, which is also thoroughly
filled with the fiesta observers. Yet per-
haps one is not warranted in calling
these people "holiday-makers," for there,
now, is no levity to be seen about them.
Very little talking are they doing: all are
quiet and orderly, many very grave, while
the great majority, who are telling their
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beads and reciting quiet and seemingly
devout "Padre Nuestros/' are evidently
in thorough earnest. Many of them are
kneeling, with faces hidden in rebosos and
tilmas, until the procession shall come
out of the church; others, whose ragged
garments, bruised and trembling forms,
and crowns of thorns, proclaim them as
Penitentes who have travelled for many
weary miles, occupy themselves also in
devout prayer; while we, more lucky,
pass the Intervening hour of waiting com-
fortably seated on the high old Spanish
wall, whence we have a thoroughly good
view of all that goes on.
Fully two hours past the time set for
the moving of the procession comes the
quiet steady pressing forward which de-
notes that at last it is on the move; as
we cast a quick glance over the crowd
we see that all of the men stand bare-
headed, the women with heads covered
and hands crossed on their bosoms,
while even the numerous children and
dogs are pretematurally quiet, for the
passing of the "Cristo."
Now, there is a sudden shrill yet sweet *
piping of the Indian flute or chirimia,
which, Joined in a moment, by loud trum-
pet blasts, and the dull pounding of a
rude native drum, denotes that the pro-
cession is on the point of issuing from
the church. Everyone presses forward,
elbowing for room, while the great door
of the church is opened, and the car
which holds the Christ and His Cross-
bearer, passes out. There is utter silence,
save for the piping of the chirimia; no
one speaks, though many of the people
kneel and cover their faces as the great
heavy car lumbers along, and the silence
is intense. No one speaks — no one seems
to breathe as a queerly attired, motley
procession of men, women and people
on horseback pour out of the church and
follow close behind the car; the silence,
broken only by the quiet shrill Indian «
music, becomes oppressive, and one be-
gins to feel nervous. It is a relief, and
yet not a relief, to turn the eyes away
from this silence-stricken crowd of kneel-
ing Indians to the heavy car, drawn by
bareheaded men, which is now very near
us — ^the car on which stands the figure
of Christ, and the peon who acts as St.
Simon of Cyrene.
Up to the last year or so, living In-
dians have taken the part of the Christy
many of whom never survived the ter-
rible and too realistic nailing of spikes^
through their hands; now. Church rules,
have prohibited people from taking this,
part in the Passion Play, and images of
Our Lord are always used instead.
This one, (of which our picture is very-
poor), is a pallid weary-faced representa-
tion; clad in a long robe of red velvet,,
trimmed with much gilt and lace, a
crown of sharp thorns transfixes the-
white brow, over which hangs matted
black hair. The eyes, in their sad mourn-
ful gaze, fairly make one's heart ache^
while the blood-stained hands and feet,,
and the bent figure, under Its heavy-
cross, thrills one through and through
with memories of that Great Tragedy,,
acted two thousand years ago, on Calvary*
It is awful; crude as the representation
is, there is something terrible in it, and
one understands now why the Friars of
old sought through the giving of this,
same Passion Play to bring home the suf-
ferings of Our Crucified Lord to an un^
knowing and unbelieving people!
Behind the stooping Figure, bearinsr
Its heavy wooden cross, stands the youner
peon who is taking the part of St. Simon.
He is a good-looking boy of perhaps
twenty, and the serious expression or
his face leads one to believe that he, at
least, is going through his part with only
reverent and non-sacrilegious feeling. Yet.
his attire is so grotesque that one hardly
knows whether to laugh or weep. His
coat and trowsers of bright red cotton
cloth are topped off with white lace cuffs,
collar and veil, while quaint and primi-
tive white lace pantalettes dangle from
his knees, and a fiat red turban sur-
mounts his very solemn countenance.
For a St. Simon of Cyrene, it is certainly
an original and unsuitable get-up!
Behind this car, — ^which we are glad
not to look at again, — follow various
women. Centurions, Scribes, Pharisees,
Roman soldiers, and others, and a pass-
ing wonderful collection they are, at
that.
The women, in long black robes, fol-
low close to the car, their faces muffled
in rebosos or scarfs; then come the*
musicians, piping and drumming with all
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tbeir might, while prancing about in the
rear (when their poor horses have a
prance left them) come the '*Noble Ro-
mans" and Centurions.
In their motley garments of vivid red
and purple, with helmets of tin, and gar-
D'shed with peacocks' feathers, these
soldiers no doubt fancy themselves more
Roman than the noblest Roman of them
all, and after all, "where ignorance is
bUss, 'tis folly to be wise!" Yet their
tout ensemble, and above all their grave-
ly satisfied faces, provoke one's risibility
to an almost uncontrollable pitch.
Soon the intense quiet is broken;
there is a murmuring of voices; people
coase their press forward, and the Cen-
tarions back their horses into the mass
of people who may be blocking the path
of the car. Ah, the first of the "Trea
Caidasl"
Under a small tree the car is halted,
carried forward to meet it is a large image
of the Virgin Mary, clothed all in black;
it is placed at the feet of the Christ, and,
in a circle aoout the group, kneeling In-
dians place themselves, holding lighted
candles, rosaries and other sacred em-
blems in their hands. Then, Just before
the priest in lace cotta ascends the
small tree, in which a queer thing in
the order of a bird cage, being really a
pulpit, awaits him, the first of Christ's
three falls occurs. This is brought about
by attendants so working on ropes wound
about the figure that It suddenly falls
forward prone in the car, and so lies
while the padre begins a short and very
earnest discourse. This finished, St. Si-
mon, (who needs to be a man of muscle)
lifts the heavy cross and the figure of
Cfhrist; the bearers of the car once more
resume their places; the chirimia and the
dmm once more sound forth; the image
nf the Virgin is brought into line, and the
whole procession moves forward again
for perhaps fifty yards, where the Second
Fall occurs.
And so on, until the first, second and
third Falls have all been accomplished,
the priest accompansring the procession,
ftnd giving at the place of each Fall a
disconrse upon the Passion and Cruci-
fixion of the Lord. In many places, the
procession is finally directed to a small
^oU, whereon the Cross is erected and
the image of Christ placed; then the Cru-
cifixion, with all its accompanying terri-
lle scenes, is crudely represented, after
which the Passion Play is pronounced
fit an end.
As the scene, comical, yet wonderful-
ly grotesque and terrible, approaches its
end, one cannot fail to see the strange
picturesqueness of it all. The Cross it-
self has been placed under the old gnarl-
ed, wide-spreading olive tree, planted
here four hundred years ago by Spanish
monks; in the background towers the old
gray, broken, stone church, builded by
those same devout men, the last rays of
the setting sun glinting on its Moorish
tJles; the great churchyard itself is full
to overfiowing with subdued, serious-
faced people, who listen intently to their
priest's address, while the flat roofs of
neighboring houses, the tops of walls,
and even the surrounding trees, are oc-
cupied by spectators who could not find
room in a crowded churchyard.
But soon the priest's outspread hands
pronounce a benediction; the car once
more is ready to move: the Marys,
Disciples, Pharisees, and Soldiers, fall
into somewhat disorderly line; the gal-
loping Centurions charge about in the
crowd until room is made for the car and
its attendants, while once more the
music strikes up. The padre, struggling
out of his cotta, disappears into the
church, and we are left to watch the rap-
idly retreating procession on its way to
shelter and disbandment.
Half an hour later we ourselves are
on our way back to the city in the same
boat of the morning. But the spirit of
things has meanwhile changed. You see
now no serious faces — no one is subdued,
and no one tells beads, or says Padre
Nuestros. To the contrary, men, women,
and children are talking eagerly and
gaily, if not loudly, while the omnipres-
ent pariah cur barks and leaps and yaps
ti the fullest extent of his always power^
ful lungs. Hundreds of people trail
homeward, on foot, along the banks of
the canal, discussing as they go the day's
"Passion" and to-morrow's "Bursting of
Judas"; others travel back in the cars
that run from Ixtalapa to the city, while
many more "take a boat and go to sea,"
in approved "Little Billee" style.
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From these boats, as they glide along
in the soft dusk, come the tinkling of
stringed instruments; the sound of laugh-
ing voices and now and then some queer
barbaric Indian song is half chanted, half
sung, in its queer, lazy, droning accom-
paniment. Also there is, I grieve to say,
opening and imbibing of pulque and tequi-
la, not to mention the wily and far too po-
tent oataUM and mescal, while torch-
lights from the canal banks show many
roulette and monte booths in full sway.
From many of the small cantinas (drink-
ing places) along our route the sound
of dancing feet is heard; there are many
Indian youths and maidens feasting and
making love gaily in their fiesta garments
and heads poppy-crowned. In short, it
It is all pure Indian — the Indian of three
hundred or four hundred years agone —
and you feel a queer, half-superstitious
thrill, as you see it from your boat. For
so were those Indians of Cortes' time —
who, while they did not hold a so-called
"Christian" Passion Play, nevertheless
maybe celebrated in this same manner
the death or sainthood of their own pagan
gods and idols — "who knows?"
However this may be, we are glad
when our boat grates against the boards
of the Embarcadero, and we see the wel-
come city lights in the distance. For,
as an old writer of by-gone days has said,
"there is nothing comic or light in these
Indian representations of the Passion.
but rather something terrible." One
would not wish to see more than one Pas-
sion Play, methinks. Which is well, since
the Archbishop has forbidden the giving
of another one in the valley of Mexico.
EASTER LILIES.
BY BLANCHE M. BURBANK.
Early on Easter morn the Father woke,
And, in the Mission garden, where the dew
Lay soft upon the flowers opening new,
He walked, God's holy blessing to invoke;
And mused what message to his simple folk
Would be most meet. When lo! upon his view
A theme inspired, rose where the lilies grew,
And later from the chancel thus he spoke:
"Gracious the season when each wakening clod
Thrills with new life that blindly upward gropes
Toward the sweet light. Then let our larger hopes
New courage take, and, reaching up to God,
Send forth the lilies of our faith and love.
The soul's white blossom in worlds we know not of/'
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H— H— H, Charley. Fetch up that
last lot of steers Tor the crush-
pen, will you!" shouted Jimmy
Murray making a speaking trumpet of
his hands as he sat there on bis buck-
8km pony outside the bars of my big
corral. The buckskin pony was a yellow
dun with black bars on his legs and a
broad black stripe down his back.
We were just finishing off the job of
branding the Strong & Starbuck herd
of Texas cattle, and Jimmy Murray the
foreman of the herd bossed the job. He
had brought the herd all the long three
months journey over the Goodnight trail
from Texas, and now he and his weary
cowpunchers were keen to make an end
of their labors and find their way back to
their beloved sunny South before snow
began to fly on the bleak plains of Colo-
rado.
The Texas men didn't like Colorado.
"What do you wear shaps for in this
fountry?" I heard Bill Means, my youth-
ful Colorado cowpuncher, innocently en-
THe
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ire of Jimmy at their first meeting.
aps were a sort of cowhide armour that
cowboys were compelled to wear ia
Kas to protect them from the terrible
squite thorn, a defence which seemed
'dly necessary on our treeless plains.
What for?" retorted Jimmy scornfully.
hy, to keep me from freezing to death
a climate where it's nine months win-
and three months very late in the
1."
mi Means had wilted right there, and
after that none of us wondered that
Jimmy Murray should look so pleased
over the prospect of bringing the brand-
ing job to an end as soon as Charley
and the boys fetched up the last lot of
steers. Tall, gaunt, long-horned brutes
the Strong & Starbuck steers were,
bred in the thickets of the Nueces and
the Palo Verde. They had been wild as
hawks when they first started, but the
long journey had tamed those wild hearts
of theirs a little, and a horseman could
drive them now readily enough anywhere
on the open prairie; yet the inside of a
corral was strange and alarming to them;
some of them had never seen the inside
cl a corral but once before in their lives
when they were rim in from the brush
to endure the branding iron and the knife
before starting over the trail.
Hunched close together in their fear,
excited and snorting, the last lot were
brought up to the bars, Jimmy Murray
on the buckskin pony circling round be-
hind them to assist Charley and the
others. Under pressure from the horse-
men in their rear they were squeezed
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through the entrance; the bars were
nastily put in place, and we had the last
lot of steers safe in the corral, the horse-
men entering with them.
The next move was to draft them from
the big corral through a gate into the
ante-chamber of the crush pen.
The wild, scarey creatures, finding
themselves trapped in the big corral,
ran blindly in a circle, smelling at the
fence and feeling for a way out, until
they came to the open gate. There they
paused, snorting once more their dis-
trust Was this really a way out? —
or was it the entrance to a second trap?
Close on their heels with shouts and
cries the horsemen pressed; with a leap
and a bound the leading steer, hardening
his heart, sprang through the opening,
and after him sprang the rest, all but
one who roared an angry refusal and
broke resolutely back; he was a big
bull-necked "stag," the terror of the herd.
Stag is the Texas name for a steer who
has escaped the attentions of the cow-
boys during his youth, and this particular
one had run wild as a bull In the Nueces
thickets till he was six or seven years
old; his sides still showed the scars of
many a pitched battle with his rivals,
and he had the heart of a warrior In him
still. He was built for a warrior too.
He stood fully seventeen hands to the
top of his huge buffalo-like shoulders
while his formidable horns were as thick
as a man's arm and as sharp as daggers.
' When the stag whirled and broke back
Jimmy Murray whirled too, and chased
him round the big corral, sending the
buckskin pony fljring up to his quarter
and calmly slashing the fugitive across
the loins with the end of his la&so.
It was a treat to see Jimmy Murray ride.
The easy seat, a little far back in the sad-
dle, with the body perfectly upright but
giving freely to every motion of the
quick-twisting cowpony, was simply the
perfection of balance. The pony, guided
by hand and heel turned and twisted,
stopped or started, exactly as if It was
a part of him. One might almost have
been looking at a Centaur, the man and
horse were so completely one.
Centaur-like though they were, I fully
expected to see the big yellow stag turn
on them when he felt the blow of the
lasso and send the pair of them flying
together through the air with a toss of
those tremendous horns; but no, he was
not fighting mad yet; his most press-
ing desire so far was only to find a way
of escape. He found none, however,
though twice he made the circle of the
big corral;' and then, as he caught sight
once more of his fellows in the little cor-
ral, gregarious instinct got the better of
his fears and he suddenly bolted in after
them. In, too, along with him went
Jimmy Murray and the pony, the gate
was shut behind them, and the last act
began.
The other horsemen brought their
steeds out of the big corral and quickly
hitching them ra!h to the side of the
crush-pen into which Jimmy with voice
and lasso end was forcing as many of
the reluctant steers as it would hold.
As soon as it was jammed full, strong
poles were stuck across it behind the last
animal so that none could back out; then
the branding irons were fetched, and in
another minute there arose a strong
odor of burnt hide and of frizzling lialr,
and the air rang with frantic bellowings,
until finally the end-gate of the crush-
pen was opened and the tortured beasts
were suffered one by one to escape.
Colonel Strong and I sat up on some
boards laid across the top of the pen,
carefully tallying each animal as it
emerged.
No sooner were they all tallied than
the door of the crush-pen was closed, and
Jimmy Murray shoved the other half of
the bunch in to share the fate of their
predecessors, a fate to which all went
gaily in but the big yellow stag. That
gentleman's suspicions had been aroused
by the odor of the branding process and
the bellowings of the sufferers. He hrmg
back.
Round and round the little corral he
hurried, his head close to the ground, as
'.f he were smelling at the bottom of the
fence to find a weak place to burst ont
at, and from his throat there came a suc-
cession of low, short, ominous roars.
He blew from his nostrils such strong
blasts upon the ground that the pul-
verized dung which formed the fioor of
the corral sprang up in Jets before him
cs he went.
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Quite unmoved, Jimmy and the buck-
skin pony jogged round close behind his
tall, Jimmy gently swinging his lariat
and cheerfully chirruping to the monster.
Jimmy's head was carried the least
thing more proudly than ever; caged In
here with this savage brute, alongside
which his pony looked like a toy horse,
and almost within arm's length of those
tremendous horns, one stab from which
could have impaled horse and rider,
Jimmy did not deign to show the faintest
trace of anxiety. There was something
almost ostentatious In the way In which
bis eye seemed to disregard the threat-
ening terror Just before him, and to be
busily engaged in overseeing the whole
business of the branding, as he took
careful note how far each of the hands
was doing his work Just right.
"Look out there, Jimmy," cried Colonel
Strong, "that big stag '11 fight in a holy
minute."
Jimmy, whose steady chirrup never
ceased as he jogged round, whether his
eye were on the stag or not, at last
condescended to Intermit his watch on
the branders and observe his adversary
closer.
"I reckon he's not red-hot yet," he re-
marked carelessly, "he's only blowing off
steam a bit," and he touched up the stag
lightly with a swing of the lariat, at
which the big brute bounded forward and
fiung his head round threateningly; but
though he threatened he did not charge.
"Just fly around there and open that
gate," called out Colonel Strong to the
branders; "hurry up, one of you, and let
him back into the big corral."
He spoke loudly, but the branders,
conscious that Jimmy Murray's eye was
on them, and Intent each man on keeping
his hot iron steadily pressed upon his
particular victim so as to avoid making
a blotch instead of a brand, seemed not
io hear. The stag had once more resumed
his sulky circuit of the fence, but those
ominous short roars were coming quicker
and quicker. Jimmy's face was as im-
passable as ever.
"HI there, you, Charlie," shouted Col-
onel Strong again, "don't stand there like
a wooden man. Jump, will you!"
"Don't you talk like that to me. Col-
onel Strong, " 'cos I ain't a-goln' to stand
it," retorted Charlie sharply, removing
his iron from a steer and looking up.
"I'm a white man, I am, and I don't allow
no man to talk to me like I was anybody's
dog-goned nigger."
Jim Murray's chirrup ceased for a
moment, and his cool voice turned the
Insiplent dispute* aside.
"Dry up, Charlie," said he, "that'U
keep. Best thing you can do is to let
some of them branded ones out In the
front of the crushpen, and make a bit
more room, so as to give me the chance
to cram this joker in behind the others."
But to me it looked as if before all
this could be done, the big yellow stag
would surely be spilling Jimmy Murray's
heart's blood on the floor of that corral.
The Colonel's plan seemed the quickest.
I jumped down and ran and opened the
gate between the two corrals. The big
stag Instantly went through with a bound,
turning his head and giving a snort like
a fog-horn as he detected me where I
stood behind the gate.
"That's a warrior, Jimmy," I called out
to him as I climbed back to my exalted
perch so as to be ready to help to tally
out the branded lot. "You're mighty well
quit of him."
Jimmy's flrm-set mouth relaxed as he
looked up at me with a friendly smile.
"He'll likely fight now," said he; "i doubt
if we'll get him so near the branding pen
again; but we'll flx him yet one way or
another; we're bound to get him branded
and tallied, and if he won't come to the
crushpen, I'd like jes' to show you for
once the way we set about tackling such
fellers as him down in Texas."
It proved to be as Jimmy said. No
persuasion now could induce him to enter
the little corral a second time. As soon
ar. some of us tried to go around him on
foot he turned to flght in an instant, and
hunted us to the fence and then stood
at bay on the far side of the big cor-
ral.
By this time the last lot in the crush-
pen had been duly branded and tallied,
and there remained only the big stag.
We all gathered at the bars of the big cor-
ral, and the Coloradans looked forward
with interest to see how the Texas man
would work it. All this took place in the
early seventies, and the Texans were
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the crack cowboys of that day. We hoped
to see a really scientific display of lasso-
ing, an art at which they were past
masters.
"Your cow-punching 's done, little buck-
skin," said Jimmy Murray to his horse,
BS he dismounted outside and slackened
the cinch. '"Rah for the back-trail to
Texas is what you can sing now. No more
dry old bunch-grass in yours. 'Rah for
growing fat again on pea vines and mes-
quite." The sweating pony shook him-
self all over as if he understood his mas-
ter. It was the first time I had heard
Jimmy speak caressingly to a horse. He
was as brave as they make them, but
he was as hard as the nether mill-stone.
Bill Means felt disappointed to see
the cinch being slackened.
"Why, ain't you going to try and rope
that stag on the little buckskin?" said he
to Murray, who was standing with his
lariat coiled over his arm. "Or was you
meaning to rope him on foot? I guess
when you get to trying to hold him it'll
be like snubbing an iron-clad."
•I'll see if I can't show you a trick
worth two of that," said Jimmy, and leav-
ing his horse to stand he walked round
the outside of the corral, till he was in
sight of Colonel Strong's wagon, which
was encamped a little way off down by
the creek. He put his hands funnel-wise
to his mouth and called aloud in high
musical notes, "Yo— i, yo—i, yo— i, there!
Smiler, Sweetllps, 'Possum, you 'Possum!
Come along then, come along!"
With a Joyful chorus of answering cries
all the dogs of the Texas camp came
rushing over to his well-known voice.
They were a motley pack, tykes of all
sorts, black and tan foxhounds mostly,
with a fierce bloodhound cross in some
cf them, and there was one, a mighty,
deep-Jowled, half-bred Cuban mastiff,
old 'Possum, the champion of them all.
They crowded around Jimmy's leather-
guarded legs, their red mouths and slav-
ering lips welcoming the summons, their
eager muzzles snuffling the fray; at his
call they seemed game to go at anything
from a rabbit to a man-hunt; we Colo-
radans wondered if they were really
used for hunting negroes in Texas.
Rope in hand, Jimmy stepped through
the bars into the corral, his pack crowd-
ing in alongside. "S — sick him then," he
cried, pointing to the big stag over by
the far fence. Full speed across the corral
streamed the pack, giving tongue in short
joyous yelps, and with one thundering
rear the great brute lowered his head
and rushed headlong to meet them. As
tbey encountered I saw Jimmy dart for-
ward, single-handed, to take part in the
mel6e. The dogs divided as they met
the stag, who, with rapid lunges of his
powerful horns struck out at them to
right and left; but the pack were too
nimble for him; his fierce thrusts missed
their aim, and the next instant they
were hanging on him in festoons, and
'Possum's, old 'Possum's, jaws were fas-
tened like a vice in the very tenderest
part of his fiank. At that sharp pinch
and the mastiff's mighty pull, the great
stag's loins sagged and gave, and in a mo-
ment Sweetlips had him by the ear, and
Smiler by the cheek; he yielded to their
united strain, and, with a resounding
thump, came sidelong to the ground; the
dogs had fairly pulled him down. In a
second Jimmy was alongside and slipped
the noose around his hindlegs, and then
the other herders came up and tied him
fast, dragging off as quickly as they could
the infuriated hounds.
Gasping, roaring, and struggling, but
all in vain, the terror of the herd lay
helpless as a nei^ly-bom calf; the hot
iron was brought and pressed upon his
hide, an outrage to which he could
only reply by a bellow of impotent rage.
Then he was duly ticked off the list
and tallied, and the transfer of the whole
Strong & Starbuck herd was complete.
Now at last Jimmy Murray's task was
ended, or at the least it was all but ended,
for only one thing remained to make it
complete; the bound and prostrate stag
had yet to be turned loose.
Jimmy stood by the bacK of his fallen
foe with one foot planted on his heaving
side. "Look out there," he cried, "you
*u better clear out of the corral all of
you. And don't forget to put up them
bars, somebody."
The man who was carrying the brand-
ing iron retired at a run and put up
the bars; the rest of us climbed the high
corral fence and sat on top to see
what the stag would do.
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With the end of his rope Jlmmie bent
a clove hitch round the stag's hind fet-
locks and pulled it taut. Then stoop-
ing cautiously over him he untied and
slackened the rest of his bonds till they
"Were all loose; the stag lay quiet but
breathing hard till he suddenly became
aware that the cords had been relaxed,
whereupon he made a violent convulsive
eftort that half raised him from the
ground. Lightly Jimmy rose up and with
rapid strides, reached the fence and laid
his hand on the top of it just beside
where I was perched; then he stood a
moment looking back to see if the stag
needed further aid in getting clear.
Not much aid did he require. Bal-
ancing himself with his forefeet strad-
dled well apart but his hind feet still In
the grip of the clove hitch, by a few
hard kicks he loosened the hitch until it
dropped off, and instantly with a savage
roar he rushed at Jimmy tail up and head
down. But Jimmy vaulted lightly up
beside me and the baffled monster vainly
vented his fury below. Prom our vantage
we mocked at the shattering blasts that
came from his throat like blares from a
trumpet, while his hot breath seemed to
scorch our hands; unable to reajh us he
lowered his head and pawed the ground
in impotent fury till the dust and dirt
rained back in showers both on himnelf
and on the mockers above.
"He'd be the boy to clear the plaza
at a Mexican bull-flght," cried Charley,
who was squatted up on the top rail of
the fence on the other side, and with
that he dropped monkey-like to the
ground inside the corral, waving in his
hand an old gunny sack "para llamar el
toro" — "to call the bull" — ^as the Spanish
phrase has it.
"Oh, quit your monkeying," called out
Jimmy angrily; "leave him alone to cool
off." But the infuriated stag had spotted
the intruder and he went for him on the
instant like a tiger.
Back flew Charley like lightning on to
the top rail, turning there to mock at his
pursuer as we had done. But the stag
had got up steam in his charge across
the corral; as he neared the fence we
saw him collect himself for a spring,
then his great body rose grandly at the
leap, and though he hit the top rail hard
with both hind legs he alighted fair and
square on his feet on the outside.
"Look out for your horses/' yelled
Jimmy, springing to the ground, also on
the outside, and starting for the buck-
skin pony who was standing in the open.
Alas, the big yellow stag had started
for him too. Burning to wreak his ven-
geance on something, he chose for his
victim the horse rather than the man.
I saw Jimmy's hand go down to his belt
for the ever handy revolver, but even
as he did so those awful horns were
thrust half a yard into the body of the
pony and the great stag flung him over his
back ten feet into the air. The death-
stricken horse screamed as the horns
went in; the life was out of him, I hope,
before he hit the ground.
The stag whirled round with his head
aloft, and still breathing slaughter looked
for another victim. Jimmy Murray was
within five yards of him with levelled
pistol.
Crack! a jet of smoke burst from the
muzzle; the knees of the stag bent sud-
denly under him; then the solid earth
shook with the thud of his fall as he
dropped in his tracks and lay kicking
convulsively. The ball had taken him
in the butt of the ear and found the
brain.
Out flashed Jimmy's long gleaming
knife, and catching hold of one of those
red-dyed horns in his left hand he stooped
and drove the double-edged point deep
into the base of the throat. Swiftly he
rose again and planted his left foot on
the heaving flank of the carcase and
stood erect, aiding with regular rsrthmical
pushes the pulses of the streaming blood
ap. it pumped itself from the heart
through the severed arteries.
Charley came up to mumble some apol-
ogy for having unwittingly brought about
the death of the buckskin pony.
"Can't be helped," said Jimmy grimly.
"No use now to cry over spilt blood. You
run over to the wagon and tell the cook
to make a roaring flre and get out the
spits. We'll have a real old-time bar-
becue to-night before we hit the trail
for Texas in the morning."
And that was the end of the big
yellow stag, but the buckskin pony never
saw Texas again.
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THE CALIFORNIA INDIAN.
BY ALFRED V. LA MOTTE.
\ I ; HE tourist who views from the
J-M window of his Pullman the groups
I of Indians squatting on the plat-
forms of the railway stations along
the route of his travels in California,
forms but a limited idea of the indigen-
ous article in his primitive state.
The bucks clad in flannel shirts and
overalls, and the squaws in bright-col-
ored calicos (more or less soiled, but gen-
erally the former) present to his mind a
new type of life with which he is not
familiar, and thus far create a new inter-
est. But could he go back a few years
and familiarize himself with the genu-
ine article "in puris naturalibus/' he
would open up a field of interesting inves-
tigation that is rapidly passing away un-
der the march of civilization, and will
in the near future be so totally obliter-
ated and lost as to be but a memory of
the past.
Their tribal legends, handed down
from generation to generation beside
their camp fires and their tribal councils,
are becoming lost and obscure, even
amongst themselves; as the coming and
present generations will assume the con-
ditions of their semi-civilized surround-
ings, and lose their aboriginal identity.
In years gone by, when the Indian was
wholly dependent on his own resources
to keep body and soul together, it de-
veloped in him the ingenuity necessary
to gain a precarious living. But as none
of the primitive peoples of the world
were noted for a display of energy great-
er than was necessary to gain a liveli-
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hood, they invariably accommodated
themselves to their surroundings, espec-
ially when they could escape physical
exertion by so doing. Thus we see,
day by day, that their old arts are dying
out, as they find it possible to adopt a
substitute with less exertion. This is
observable in the manufacture of their
baskets, which they make in great vari-
ety to answer all purposes of domestic
use, and of all shapes and sizes; many of
them beautifully decorated with Inter-
woven feathers of all colors, and pen-
dants of abalone shell and wampum
beads; some no larger around than a half
dollar, and others as much as a yard
across. The finest weave and the great-
est variety were made by the Indians of
Mendocino County, California — who un-
doubtedly excelled in the art of basket
making. At the present day, tourists
are offered baskets made by the Indians
woven in high colors, by the use of dia-
mond or analine dyes, but they are
poor substitutes for the original ar-
ticle, in manufacture, utility, and appear-
ance. They possessed the art of making
baskets (so closely woven as to hold
water) in which to cook their food —
not (as many writers have asserted) by
putting them on the fire, but by placias
them beside the fire and heating stones,
and putting them, while hot, in the food,
repeating the process until it is cooked,
removing each stone as xt cools, replac-
ing it with a freshly-heated one. In this
manner they boil water and cook all of
their food that is boiled or stewed. At
the present date, however, none of these
baskets are made, for the reason that a
squaw would much rather prowl around
the settlements and steal an old coal-
oil tin, than spend several months in the
construction of a water-tight basket. This
has been the case for so many years now,
that nearly all of the older generation
who understood the art, have died out
and the younger ones have not learned it,
because of lack of necessity. What is
true of the basket manufacture, extends
itself to most of their other arts, and the
Indian of to-day would furnish very poor
material for a new series of Cooper's
Novels.
Through the efforts of the Government,
in establishing reservations for the In-
dians, where they are taught the arts
of civilization, very few tribes now re-
Making Money (wampum) from abalone shell.
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main in their normal and tribal savag-
ery. Hence their ancient habits and cus-
toms are only known to a few who were
thrown amongst them in early days, be-
fore civilization had changed them.
Before the advent of the stock raiser
throughout the mountains, the open hill-
sides were covered with wild oats, which
the Indians gathered in great quantities,
to make bread from. This work (and
nearly all other), was performed by the
squaws, who would sally forth "v/ith their
large baskets hung at the left side, be-
neath the arm, and tilted forward by
the left hand, while, with a fan-like bas-
ket in the right hand, they would beat
the ripe oats into the large basket, which
when full, they would empty into a larger
cone-shaped basket, holding about two
bushels. As these latter were filled, they
were fastened up to the leaves of trees,
and securely thatched with straw to
protect them against the rain. They were
left in that condition until needed. When
required for use, they would be carried to
the "Rancharia" where, by putting a
small quantity into a flexible basket,
nearly flat, with some live coals from the
fire (which they keep in constant rotary
motion at the same time blowing the coals
to keep them bright) until the oats is
roasted, when they grind it up in a stone
nortar, and make bread of it, which they
bake in the hot ashes, sometimes mixing
ii with toasted grasshoppers, I presume
to improve the flavor, as well as add
to its nutritive qualities.
Their method of catching the grass-
hopper was similar to the gathering of
the oats — by fanning them out of the
grass into a basket, with a bunch of straw
in it, under which the grasshoppers would
hide until quite a quantity were collected
at the bottom beneath the straw. The
SQuaw would then set fire to the straw
ic the basket to singe their legs, and
wings, to prevent escape.
In his primitive state, the Indian wore
but little clothing In California, and what
he did wear consisted chiefly of rabbit
and fox skins, which he softened by
rubbing and scraping. The rabbit skin,
being thin and easily torn, was cut into
strips about two inches wide, then the
strips stitched together with fibre and
twisted with the fur on the outside; these
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ropes or twisted bands of fur were woven
together into a blanket or robe, both
strong and warm, which he wore around
his hips and shoulders.
In these days the Indian wore no head
ccvering, except on gala occasions, then
decking himself out with feathers galore,
and performing the exercises suitable
to the occasion, generally dances around
the fire with appropriate pantomimic
gesticulations, interlarded with the in-
evitable grunt. These dances and con-
sometimes several miles in length, and
diverging from the starting point in V
shape; at the point or apex, a strong pen
of brush and poles was built, from which
the animals could not escape. The en-
tire tribe would then turn out and form
a line around the open ends of the drive-
way, closing in, beating the brush and
shouting, driving the frightened deer
and rabbits before them until the pen
was reached, where with spears and clubs
they killed the empounded game, many
The Brizard Collection of Baskets, Arcada, Cal.
tortious are always gone through with
the utmost seriousness and stolidity by
the Indians, but are very laughable to
the whites who witness them.
Their usual method of capturing ani-
mals for food or raiment was by driving
or snaring.
In the drive, they cut with their stone
Knives (made of obsidian, or volcanic
glass) small brush which they interlaced
with the standing bushes in such manner
as to make two lines of brush fence,
t^mes getting large numbers.
After a division of the spoils, a feast
dance was sure to follow to celebrate the
occasion.
In the spring of the year, when wild
clover was luxuriant, the Indians would
eat in large quantities; In fact, to such
an extent that they reminded one of
o\erfed cattle, so aldermanic were their
proportions, especially the children who
appeared almost as broad as they were
long.
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Their villages (or "rancharias as they
are called) were usually built on the bank
of seme river or stream, from which they
also drew largely for their food, driving
the fish before them into open-work bas-
kets, which they set beneath the rapids.
They also caught great quantities by
pounding up certain herbs, such as the
"soaproot" and "muUen", which when
placed in the water, has the effect of
poisoning or stupifying the fish, which
drift down with the current and lodge
against the brush fences thrown across
the stream in shallow places, where they
each placed a token.
Every family had one of these baskets,
and as far as my knowledge goes, all were
made very similar, being decorated with
certain signs in weaving to represent
the moon and sun, and other symbols
relating to the journey which their friend
and relation was supposed to make to
the "happy hunting grounds." When the
pyre was lighted, the mourners (who
were always women) would place tar or
pitch on their heads and sitting around
on the ground, would beat their breasts,
rocking back and forth, chanting in dole-
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are gathered by the women and children,
cleaned and dried ip the sun for future
use.
The Indians of California formerly
bamed their dead upon a funeral pyre,
bttilt up of inflamable material and wood,
to the height of five or six feet, upon the
top of which the dead body was placed,
wrapped up -in his personal belongings,
with his bows, arrows, spears, fish-hooks,
and such things, by his side, and a fun-
eral basket placed upon his breast, into
which his family and immediate friends.
ful chorus, varied every little while by
fearful howls that could be heard at a
great distance. This rite Is, however, no
longer followed. They bury their dead
now, and no longer have medicine men to
aid them to "shuffle off this mortal coll."
An Indian has no idea of taking care
cf his health to prevent sickness — hence
they are now subject to diseases brought
on by exposure, such as consumption and
pneumonia.
For cheerless and uncomfortable sights
commend me to an Indian nearly naked.
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sitting on the wet ground of a frosty
morning, eating a water melon, while his
teeth chatter with the cold. The Indians,
like the Chinese, are very superstitious
about having their pictures taken, be-
lieving that a part of their souls go forth
each time to make the picture, making it
difficult to persuade them to stand still
long enough to get a picture — so that the
snap-shot camera is about the only
chance.
A few years since, a friend of the
writer, who was travelling through the
country to get subjects for his studio,
being attracted by a group of Indians
selling water melons, took with his large
camera a snap-shot at a big fellow with
a water melon in his arms, which he
was trying to sell. When the Indian
caught his eye and approached him to
sell his melon, he told him "No, I don't
want to buy; I have both you and the
melon in my box here." Opening the
box he held up to the light for the In-
dian's inspection a picture of him taken
the day before while vending his melons.
When he saw a picture of himself and the
melon, he was so frightened that he let
It fall and ran away as fast as his legs
would carry him.
Between the primitive human and* the
animal there are many points in common,
markedly in the matter of food. The
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fish of the stream, the animals of the for-
est and the berries and roots of the field
furnish them with ample food to sustain
life in spite of their inert and improvi-
dent natures. The Indian, with his few
wants and animal instincts flourishes and
fattens where his more intellectual and
ciTllized brother would starve, and what
v/ould be a "bonjie bouche" to one, would
te nauseating to the other.
Here again, the "survival of the fittest"
obtains, as the intellectual advances, the
animal recedes, and in a few short years
the Indian will disappear, and be but a
memory of the past.
UMATILLA CRADLE SONG. By Mary H. Coates.
«iafe in tliy cradle of buckskin and beads
Nan-ich sleep, my baby, sleep;
Thy mother embroidered with wampum
and reeds
A chieftain's plume and a charm that leads
Down the path of the bee where the mow-
ich feeds;
Nan-ich sleep, my baby, sleep.
Gone are the moons of beating snows,
Nan-ich sleep, my baby, sleep;
From over the mountains the south wind
blows.
Pink on the ridges the spat'lum shows,
Blue on the prairies the camas grows
Nan-ich sleep, my baby, sleep.
Green is the grass and warm are the skies,
Nan-ich sleep, my baby, sleep;
Afar in the forest the wildcat lies.
Singing aloft the yeilow bird files.
Then homeward bring thy wandering eyes
And find thee sleep, my baby, sleep.
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THE TATTLER
BY MAURICE GRADWOHL.
^ N the early sixties there was gath-
1 ered about a large, oval, sheet-iron
X stove in the office of a "hotel" in Vir-
ginia City, Nevada, a group of men
earnestly discussing politics, as an elec-
tion was soon to be held and the many
candidates had their respective adher-
ents and zealous advocates. While one
who was really gifted with eloquence
was in the midst of a harangue, the
belated stage drove up to the entrance
and the crowd without ceremony rushed
out to see who had arrived, get the lat-
est news from "below," and ascertain
the reason for delay.
"Held up!" said Billy Sisson, the
stage-driver, laconically.
"The h — ^1 you say," remarked Lee
Mathews, the County Sheriff. And then
he proceeded to get all the information
possible, preliminary to a hunt for the
highwaymen.
After the crowd had heard the various
tales of the passengers, it resumed its
sitting around the stove and adopted
"hold-ups" as its theme, relegating poli-
tics to the background. From facts,
the statements grew into fiction and the
adventures related usually had the
speaker for a hero. During a short lull
Id the conversation a young tender-foot,
who had been about town a few days,
addressed himself to him who seemed
to be the master-hand in the group and
asked if he could speak to him privately.
''Certainly," was the reply from Tom
Fitch.
The two adjourned to the bar in the
adjoining room and after being served
with drinks, entered a small compart-
ment used for gambling and which,
strange to say, was just then vacant.
"Mr. Fitch," said the tenderfoot, "I've
been here almost a week. I came from
Boston where my father Is a rich and
prominent man. He gave me five
thousand dollars, told me to go out into
the world and make a man of myself.
Now, I've heard about these stage rob-
beries and don't want to lose my money
that way. I know you are well-known
in these parts and I'd like to ask you
fox a pass, so that these fellows won't
bother me."
"Why, yes, of course," replied Fitch,
and tearing out a leaf from a small
blank-book, he wrote as follows: Mr.
Highwayman. Please pass bearer, and
oblige Tom Fitch."
With many thanks and another treat
en the tender-foot's part, the two sep-
arated. The laughter which greeted
Fitch's relation of the Interview to the
group gave conclusive evidence that his
hearers were gifted with strong, sound
lungs, and many jokes were indulged in
at the young fellow's expense.
About a week later a message was
brought to Fitch requesting him to do
some stumping at Dogxown, seventy
miles away, and he was handed one
hundred and fifty dollars for "expenses".
The day following, Fitch was one of
four passengers on the stage, the others
being the tenderfoot, a young lady who
had taught school for a year and was
returning to her Eastern home, and a
middle-aged, full bearded, taciturn man
who was dressed in a coarse suit and
had his pantaloons stuffed into a rough
pair of boots.
For some time the passengers main-
tained strict silence. Eventually, the
schoolmarm opened a conversation by ex-
pressing the hope that their journey
would be a peaceful one and not dis-
turbed by stage robbers. She became
loquacious and informed her fellow pas-
sengers that "anyhow" she felt quite se-
cure as to her possessions because she
had them secreted in the upper part of
her dress and no one would molest her
to her financial detriment. She had no
sooner ceased speaking, when came the
ominous word "Halt!" and the stage
came to a sudden stop. At the head of
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the horses stood a masked man with a
shot-gun pointed at the driver, who
promptly complied with a request to
''throw out that express box/' while his
partner ordered the passengers to alight.
They were then directed to stand in line
with arms raised. First was the tender-
foot
"Shell out/' commanded the robber.
"But, Mr, Highwayman, I've got "
at the same time reaching for his inside
breast pocket.
"Hands up, you fool," said the robber,
''I'll shoot you, if you make another
move."
The man did not seem to comprehend
the danger of his position for he again
quickly lowered his hand and drew from
his pocket a piece of paper which he
handed out to the stage-robber, who read:
"Mr. Highwayman. Please pass bearer
and oblige,
Tom Fitch."
"Step over there, young feller," said
the robber; then turning to the full-
bearded man he continued, "Pungle up,
pard."
The man replied that it had absorbed
ail his means to pay his fare to Dog-
town; that beyond five dollars, he was
penniless, and if he would leave him,
that he would tell him where a large
sum was secreted. The nod of approval
from the highwayman was followed with
the information that the school-teacher
had her money hid in her dress. He
was then directed to step aside and the
woman commanded to produce her money
^without delay else force and violence
would be used. Amidst tears and protest-
ations, the poor woman handed over her
savings which had been destined to pay
off half of the mortgage on her aged
father's farm. Next, Tom Fitch received
attention, and having noted the respect
^ven to the pass he had furnished the
tenderfoot, he felt fully assured of cour-
teous and generous treatment, so in re-
sponse to the order to produce his money,
he smilingly said, "I'm Tom Fitch."
"The h ^1 you are; shell out, and be
quick about It too."
He meekly delivered one hundred and
fifty dollars. The passengers were then
allowed to resume their seats and the
stage proceeded to its destination.
Not until several miles had been tra-
versed were the victims in a condition
to discuss their mishap. The teacher
was in a state bordering on hysteria,
the tenderfoot pensive, the older man ex-
tremely reserved and thoughtful, while
Fitch sought to console the woman, good-
naturedly making light of his own loss.
At length, Dogtown was reached. Then
it was that, after placing the teacher
In the care of the hotel-keeper's wife,
the vials of wrath were poured out
on the head of the old man who had
caused the teacher's loss. The assembled
crowd became indignant, excited, and
murmurs of vengeance were muttered.
Out from the crowd came a cry, "Let's
lynch the cuss!" The old man was jostled
about and over-ready hands were placed
upon his shoulders and he was pushed
cp toward a convenient tree.
"Hold on!" said the culprit, "before you
hang me, will you let me have a word
with Mr. Fitch and the landlord? I am
unarmed and will not attempt to escape."
After a brief consultation his request
was granted. He and Fitch then entered
the hotel.
"Landlord," said he, "these men outside
want to hang me. I want you and Mr.
Fitch and the lady and man who were
my fellow passengers to let me say a
word in private. This is my only re-
quest." The host led the way to a room
where, in the presence of the five per-
sons, the man quickly locked the door.
"Madam," he asked beamingly, "how
much is your loss?"
"Eight hundred dollars, you contempt-
ible wretch," she answered tearfully.
"And yours, Mr. Fitch?"
"Hundred and fifty."
The stranger drew his pantaloons from
his boots and extracted two rolls of bills.
"These rolls contain/* said he, "fifty
thousand dollars. To you. Madam, I give
one thousand six hundred dollars. It
will pay off that mortgage in full. I can
afford it, as you saved my money. Here,
Mr. Fitch, is two hundred and fifty dol-
lars. Tell the boys I'm straight, Mr.
Fitch, and set 'em up all around. Shall
I return to that tree?"
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RECORDED BY GEORGE SELWYN.
r-^ ENERAL William Humphreys Is a
I ^ well-preserved gentleman of 66.
IJT His sandy hair is cut close to his
head, he wears his beard in a
pointed Vandyke style, and he gives to
the casual observer the general impres-
c<ion that he is a man of the world, for
T^hom, as Emerson expresses it, ''No
eurprises await." The General is a brother
of General A. A. Humphreys of the regu-
lar army, and both brothers were born in
Philadelphia, their parents removing to
Alexandria, Va., whence they departed
to seek their fortunes, overland, on
the golden slope in the memorable days
of '49.
Sitting by an open fire in his comfort-
&ble room at the Continental, General
Humphreys was unconsciously drawn in-
to conversation about California and the
forty-niners. He said: "I had not been
in San Francisco a year before I was
made City Surveyor, and for the twenty-
five years thereafter I can say of the
great events that interested or con-
vulsed society or politics on the golden
slope, *all of which I saw, part of which
I was.' The real history from the inside
of that splendid country in its young
prime, its sunburst into fame, the
character, the crime, the speculation,
and wonderful expansion of San Fran-
cisco from the sand lots into a massive
and magnificent city, beautiful exceed-
ingly, may yet be written by some writer
of 'imagination all compact,' but no dull
and prosy story tisller need enter the list.
The story and the essential romance of
that mad rivalry and the rush of all
races and nationalities down to 'Frisco
to get rich, and the fierce struggle of
lawlessness by criminal procedure, to
get the upper hand of civilized force,
must yet be written. And if, as is seri-
ously asseited, the New England people
once prayed for somebody to write a
dictionary, then some oid Californian
ought to pray for some 'forty-niner' men-
tally equipped, who saw the transfotma-
tion from poverty to splendor, to rise up
and give a true abstract and brief chioni-
cle of the dear remembered days when
the 'forty-niners' first went gypsying
p long the golden shores of the Pacific.
"Wealth had begun to pour into 'Frisco
from the auriferous hills about the
lime Buchanan's administration, in 1856,
was in full swing. The foundations
of the largest fortunes were laid between
J849 and 1860. If every man is said
to have a wild beast in him, a California
politician of that period must have had
two wild beasts in him. If a man was
killed on the street and there was any
semblance of a fair fight, nothing was
paid about it. But the midnight assas-
sin began to get his fine worK in regard-
less of law; and when the lawless element
which generally controlled the Mayor's
office, in San Francisco, got so rampant
that it would no longer brook honest criti-
cism, in the daily papers, when editor
James King of William was shot dead
near his own newspaper office by Jim
Casey, the gambler, then the sober sec-
ond thought of the people made the Vigi-
lance Committee a necessity. And when
it came to stay, and its dissolving view
left both law and order lords paramount.
The two interesting figures in Califor-
nia politics, when I began to take any
interest in public affairs, were Judge
Terry and Senator Broderick. My office
was not a political one, and I was brought
into daily contact with the politicians
of both sides. Both these men had great
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and lovable qualities, and ought to have
lived out their days in peace; but both
met tragic deaths: Broderick by Terry's
pistol, and Judge Terry at the hands of
Judge Field's United States Marshal.
Both men were singularly gifted with
the fascination of personal magnetism.
Terry was the net result of Southern
culture and the best Southern training
In scholarship. He was a delightful con-
versationalist, a graceful and forceful
orator, not unlike the brilliant and gifted
United States Senator, Ed. Baker, who
met his heroic death at Ball's Bluff. In
that action, it is said of Baker that when
the bullets came like rain, the boys asked
him to lie down. "No," he replied, "a
United States soldier cannot lie down in
face of the foe." It is said that Terry
never lost a friend once made, but he was
a veritable Hotspur in temper, and it was
but a slight provocation that caused him
to draw his 'bowle* or seek his hip pocket
for his ready revolver.
"Broderick, before he became a Sena-
tor from California, was a fire laddie
from New York, but developed fast in the
hot house of California politics. He was
a manly man, faithful to his friends; a
direct, positive, and aggressive charac-
ter; a nature that could not and would
not brook opposition. The laws of Cali-
fornia as then administered, could not
stop two such men from shooting each
other; that one or both should die was
the natural outgrowth of the California
idea of 'reciprocity' in mortal combat.
A mistaken idea prevails in the North,
first, that Broderick did not want to fight,
and second, that he was unfamiliar with
the code, and ignorant of the proper use
of duelling pistols. This was not so;
Broderick had graduated In a good school
in the Bowery, New York City, where
fighting was as natural to him as eating
his breakfast. He well knew that Cali-
fornia was not big enough for Terry and
himself. That he was perfectly an fait
^.vlth duelling methods was shown in the
first duel. He was killed in the second.
'Extra Billy Smith.' once in ante-bellum
ffays Governor of Virginia, had a bright
ton in California, who was an ardent ad-
vocate of Buchanan, and young Smith,
full of the fire of "Old Virginny," chal-
lenged Broderick to fight a duel, the occa-
sion growing out of one of Broderick's
speeches attacking James Buchanan. The
fight came off at the edge of a beautiful
grove near San Francisco, in the presence
of 2,000 people. The distance had been
paced off, the principals stood facing
each other when Broderick tried to hand
me his gold watch.
**I waved my hand, saying, 'Keep your
watch on — it may be of service.' And
sure enough, it was. Smith's bullet struck
square the open face of Broderick's
watch. He reeled and was about to fall
when caught in the arms of his second.
He was unhurt, being stunned momentar-
ily by the force of the bullet, which
lodged and flattened against the gold case
of the time piece. Both parties shook
hands, and that duel ended.
"It was intended that the Broderick-
Terry duel should take place in public,
and in the same spot that witnessed the
Smith-Broderick duel, but the high con-
tending parties to that tragic affair were
both arrested by the city police and held
under $10,000 bonds to keep the peace.
This did not stop the duel, but it put an
end to publicity. I forgot to say that
after Broderick rose up in the Smith-
Broderick duel he fired three times at
Smith without hurting him. It was not
because Broderick was a bad shot that
he was killed in his fatal duel with Judge
Terry. He simply had a presentiment
that he was going to be killed; he was
always superstitious; he was so nervous
that his pistol went off before the word
'fire,' and Broderick's bullet falling harm-
lessly at Terry's feet, the bullet of the
fiery Judge sped in its unerring aim
straight to the vital spot in the body of
the big Senator. His alleged dying ex-
clamation. They have killed me because
I opposed the extension of slavery and a
corrupt Administration,'was always said
to be the 'air-drawn dagger' of a Cali-
fornia reporter's brain. Those who ought
to know say that this sentence, which
soon rang through the North like a bugle
call to arms, was born of the brilliant
pen of John W. Forney of Philadelphia,
who was a devoted personal friend of
Senator Broderick. The Burr-Hamilton
duel did not create a profounder sensa-
tion in America than did the killing of
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California politics, and Terry, still the cen-
ter of an admiring and devoted coterie of
friends (for lie was the most charming
of men) received a wound in the public
estimation from which he never recov-
ered/
"The feverish desire to gain weaiih
swiftly made the early settlers of Cali-
fornia a community of gamblers. Every
saloon of magnitude had a faro bank at-
tachment or annex. The bar was usu-
ally on the street, and, as now in Chey-
enne or Denver, the back room» ap-
proached through the bar-room, was a
faro bank, with many poker and roulette
tables, and here the whirr of the wheel
and the click of the ivory chips could be
heard every night till Aurora walked the
eastern skies. The most famous gambler
in my time was 'Judge' Jones. It was
only known of him that he mysteriously
dropped down from Texas, and came in
as a forty-niner with the title of 'Judge;'
he was a slender little fellow, with nerves
tempered like Bessemer steel; when
sober, of Chesterfleldian manners, but
ready to pick a quarrel with any man
when 'three sheets in the wind.' Judge
Jones was the best-dressed man in San
Francisco; all his clothes came from Lon-
don, and, while natty in appearance, no-
body had the temerity to tempt the
Judge's wrath by the slightest allusion
to his passion for dress. Fortune changed
hands rapidly in those days. I have
known rough men to come down from
the mines with $50,000 in gold dust and
'blow' it all in at Judge Jones's faro pal-
ace inside of two days; frequently these
cheerful losers would, without a murmur,
borrow a grub stake and flee away to the
mountains, and before a year elapsed,
they, ten to one, would dig up another for-
tune in gold, and' mayhap, have sense
enough to pull up stakes, go East, and
keep it.
While the proprietor of a faro bank,
Judge Jones had a burning desire to take
his own 'bad medicine,' that is, to 'buck*
against a faro bank, and the result was
that about one-half the Judge's time he
was flat broke, and at such periods an
extremely dangerous man to tackle. Bil-
ly Owens, who had a saloon rivalling in
splendor Ed. Stokes's Hoffman House
tar-room in New York city, was the fast
friend of the Texas gambler. When
Jones went broke Owens would stake him
again.
Bad blood ran in Jones's veins toward
Belcher Key, an English pugilist, wlio
was then the local John L. Sullivan of
'Frisco, and whose bunch of flves earned
for the prize flghter a respect his bad
manners did not entitle him to win or
wear. Key was quarrelsome and so was
the Texas Judge. Both met in the Bl
Dorado, near Billy Owen's saloon and
gambling place, when Key, who was
reasonably full of liquor, proceeded di-
rectly to where Judge Jones was stand-
ing and slapped him in the face. Jones
was game, and though much inferior in
pize, put up his flat and let drive at the
burly prize-fighter with his right, draw-
ing first blood freely. This was more
than Fighter Key expected, and he let
fly with his left — ^he was left-handed,
and fioored the little gambler, who
quickly rose from tne marble fioor, pulled
his revolver and shot Belcher Key
through the heart. The Coroner had no
time to waste on the result of Judge
Jones's fatal facility with his pistol. He
was not even arrested, and that night he
received an ovation which might have
gratified the last of the Caesars. Judge
Jones was the hero of the hour, and bore
his honors as meekly as any great victor
should.
"The business and sporting life of the
pioneers on the golden shore and in the
glorious climate of California was a fev-
erish one. To the forty-niners the old
things of the effete East had passed
sway and all things had become new.
It was not an unusual thing at Billy
Owen's back room to see a man walk in
and lay down a certificate of deposit for
$10,000 on the ace, having first asked
the banker to cover his bet, and without
a change of muscle banker and player
would abide the coming out of the ace.
If the bank won the dealer quietly raked
in his $10,000 certificate of deposit, laid
it in his left hand drawer, and the man
in front of the table went out a wiser and
a poorer man to begin prospecting again
at Poverty Flat.
"I once saw a man come in, and, tiring
of 'piking' along with $500 bets on a sin-
gle card, he nonchalently tapped on the
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high card with his pencil as he said:
'Mr. Dealer, Fll just go you on the high
card my three-story brick house on Fol-
nom street against your $20,000, and
drawing out of his pocket his deed, the
hettor laid it on the ace spot 'Done,'
&aid the dealer, who had a $10,000 roll
of bank bills in his pocket and a reserve
fund of $100,000 in a small safe in the
comer of the gambling hell. Quietly the
outside betting went on, and nearly all
the cards were out, the ace being the
'soda' card, and three aces still in the
box. The deed still lay on the ace. At
last, when king, queen, jack, and three
aces were the only cards in the box, the
better said: 'Hold, dealer; Fm d d
tired of that ace; it's going to split I
want to put my brick house on the king.
Are you agreed?' 'Cert!' exclaimed the
dealer. He pulled. Out came the king,
falling at the right of the dealer. The
bank lost. The man with the brick house
won $20,000. 'How will you have your
money?' said Mr. Dealer. 'Check,' laconi-
cally answered the lucky gambler. The
dealer's side partner filled out a check
for the winner while the game went on.
"As I have said, Billy Owens and Judge
Jones were as close as Damon and Pyth-
ias; the bond that bound them was a
friendship that only ended with the life
cf Judge Jones, who died with his boots
on in his own faro bank, killed by a cow-
boy who got the 'drop' on him in a flght
over a disputed bet. One night in the
month of May, the beautiful springtime
of California, when the game 'run light,'
as gamblers say, and Judge Jones had
played in a good streak of luck for a
month, BjUy Owens, flushed with 'Old
Otard,' came back to the faro layout from
his sumptuous palace of gin and sin.
Walking up to his chum, he said: 'Judge
Jones, this is a mighty mean game, with
these hundred dollar pikers around the
board. How much you got in that big
safe over yonder?' 'Just $32,000 in thar,
old man,' replied the Judge, 'and that's
just $32,000 more'n you've got the sand
in your craw to try and win.'
" 'Ah, that's your little game, is it, old
Texas never tire,' exclaimed Billy Owens,
just full enough for a 'flyer.' 'I'll just
go you my check for 32,000 cold plunk-
c*rs.' 'Put up or shut up, Billy,' senten-
Uously answered the Texas Judge, as
his steel-gray eyes, expanding wide,
shone like two white diamonds in a jew-
eler's tray. Billy Owens, as blithe and
debonair as a wild mountain goat skip-
ping over the Sierra Nevada ranges,
walked over to the gambler's escritoire
(and a well-regulated gambling place is
never without a table called a 'secretary')
where pen and ink are ready, and bank
checks, without any particular bank's
name, can always be found. The saloon-
keeper filled up a check for $32,000 and
signed it and walked back to Judge
Jones.
"Up to this moment Jones thought
Billy was 'foolin.' He was mistaken.
'I'll bet this in 'the pot' — ^the- cards 6, 7,
8 — against your safe and contents,' said
Owens. 'It is well,' said Jones, without
a smile, pulling out a big safe key from
bis side pocket and slapping it down hard
on top of Billy's check in the pot. 'That
represents my wealth,' said Dealer Jones.
All the other players ceased playing to
watch the game. The third turn, as the
key lay hugging the check between the
six, seven and eight spots, came out of
the box 'king, six,' the dealer called, very
white about the 'gills.'
" 'Busted ! By the everlasting jumping
jingo!' yelled the Texas Judge; 'but
d ^n my eyes, Billy, you are the very
man I want to have win, if I must lose.'
"The bank was broke, and till daylight
Billy Owens made it lively for the boys.
The Judge closed the game, but within
a week he struck it rich in a placer mine
and opened up a new and palatial faro
bank, more gorgeous than the first, in
spite of his landlord calling the turn on
his safe key.
"The California Theatre in Bush street
was built for actor John McCullough.
He was a lion of the first magnitude.
From the first night he started the 'gal-
lery gods' and the 'pit' rose to him. His
muscular rendering of Spartacus and his
sublime patriotism in Virginius took Cali-
fornia by storm. The great tragedian
was very proud of his California boom.
Mackay of the Nevada Bank and mines,
took to him from the first night, and soon
opened the way for one deal out of which
McCullough realized $70,000 in the rise
of Ophir stock, but, while able to spend
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money with easy magnificence, the ac-
tor was entirely destitute of the passion
cf avarice or the ordinary inspirations
of thrift, or desire to save. He was like
the little girl who wondered 'why God had
made the silver dollar round unless it
was so that it would go round.' If, as
Napoleon said, 'The great heart makes
the great soldier,' then John McCullough
would have been a great man to lead an
army in the field. Barton Hill, his mana-
ger, told me that the great actor, while
starring at the California Theatro, during
the eight years of his management, had
expended $250,000 to supernumeraries,
personal friends, and needy people in
and around the place, whose services
were more a matter of grace or charity
than of necessity. Hill remonstrated, but
John McCullough with his big heart,
stood firm. He said, 'Yes, Bart, I admit
this money is not needed to run this play,
but think of the good it does every week
to these poor people. Leave the salary
list alone. You may cut down the sal-
aries when I go East, but not till then.'
And the pay rolls at that theatre were
not 'cut' while McCullough remained in
San Francisco. The last year McCul-
lough played at the California Theatre
Lis net income was $68,000, but when he
died his entire estate did not realize
$25,000, when, in fact, he earned outside
of his several successful adventures m
mining stock, under Mackay's fruitful
management, over half a million dollars.
Noblesse oblige was John McCullough's
motto, and in the days of his greatest
prosperity he lavished money with prince-
ly generosity in kindly yet unostenta-
tious charity. He drank little, and was
sparing in enjoyment of gastronomical
pleasures. His funeral at St. George's
Hall, Philadelphia, with the diapason of
soulful and exquisite music, the multi-
tudinous fiowers, and the heart-warm
tears of many thousands who wept over
the bier of the great-hearted actor, re-
called to me the beautiful sentence of
Scripture, 'Behold how they loved him.' "
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By Alexander Woolf.
T cp T HEN the lucfclf ss naviga1;or,
\ Ay through over-canfldencQ, «e'gli-, -
X X gence or incapacity, is unfortu-
nate enough to pile up his ship
on the rocks, or the beach, he immediate-
ly sets about finding some excuse for
himself, or some way to blame somebody
or something else for his mishap. The
most common of these excuses are: er-
ratic currents, deviation of the compass,
unknown rocks, faulty charts, mute fog
boms or bells, dim or extinguished
lights on lighthouses, and many others
too numerous to mention. Of these the
unknown current is easily the favorite.
The real cause of the disaster is seldom
given. Now, as a matter of fact, the cur-
rents in San Francisco bay and adjacent
waters are well known, not only on the
surface, but at all depths, at all times,
and at all stages of the tides. The in-
fluence of the Sacramento river on the
tides is inconsiderable. For further infor-
mation on this subject the reader is re-
ferred to the Reports of the United
States Coast and Geodetic Survey, and to
the Pacific Coast Pilot.
The most frequent cause of shipwreck
on this coast is the neglect of taking
soundings in thick and foggy weather;
and this was the cause of the unfortunate
wrecking of the Rio. During the several
official inquiries that have been made into
the cause of the Rio's disaster, and the
subsequent great loss of life, this ques-
tion of soundings has been studiously
slighted or ignored altogether. Mate
Coghlan was asked if soundings were
taken after the vessel left the anchorage
outside the Heads. His answer was:
*'No, you could not take soundings with
the handline, and it would have done no
?:ood anyhow." This was a strange and
Fuggestive reply to come from a pros-
pective ship's master. At the Coroner's
inquest the question was put to the pilot,
and his answer was: "No, you couldn't
find bottom with a thousand fathoms of
line." Now, as a simple matter of fact,
the deepest spot in the channel is sixty-
three fathoms, but the Coroner, not being
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ence, and had to abandon that line of in-
quiry. At the inquiry before the inspect-
ors of Hulls and Boilers, the question
again bobbed up, and was answered with
a simple "No." This was probably suf-
ficient for both the Pilot and the Inspect-
ors, as Captain Bolles, one of the In-
spectors, is a nautical man.
Up to the time of the writing of this
article, the official data is not at hand, but
enough testimony has been obtained to
serve as a foundation for the following
statements: The morning of February
21, 1901, found the P. M. S. S. Go's steam-
ship Rio de Janeiro, anchored off the en-
trance to San Francisco bay, in mid-chan-
to the Pilot. The course the ship went
ever is not known, and, finally, neither
the Pilot nor anybody else knows, to this
day, on what rock the ill-fated ship was
torn open.
But, to return to the anchorage: Short-
ly after 4 o'clock in the morning the ship
got under weigh on a N. E. course,
and at an estimated speed of 8 or 9 miles
an hour. The weather at this time was
clear, but soon a fogbank rolled down and
enveloped the ship in darkness. FYom
this time on no man on board knew the
exact position of the ship. Now, in this
condition of affairs, there was one of two
things for those in ch'arge of the vessel
The Steamship Rio de Janeiro.
nel, and three and one-half nautical miles
from the place where she was lost. The
location of the anchorage was fixed dur-
ing the night from bearings taken from
Point Bonita Light and the Cliff House,
and from the depth of water surround-
ing the vessel, which was found to be
thirteen fathoms. This much is known
positively. The length of time it took
the ship to make the 3^ miles varies,
according to testimony, from 45 minutes
to 1 hour and 5 minutes. The speed of
the ship is not known, as no readings of
the log were taken. The direction and
velocity of the currents were not known
to do — either to return to their anchor-
age or feel their way in with the lead;
but neither of these things was done. The
ship was kept on her uncertain course,
struck a rock, was ripped open from stem
to stem, and sank in deep water. At the
time of this writing the wreck has not
been found, nor have the bodies of any of
the 131 victims that went down with the
ship — except those who were found in the
water at the time of the wreck — been re-
covered. The Pilot claims that he was
on his course all the time, but that the
ever-convenient current set him on the
rocks. What business had he to be so
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near the rocks? If he had used the lead
he would have been warned of the danger
long before his position had become crit-
ical.
As it has been necessary to mention the
Pilot so often, it may t)e proper to say
that this article is not intended as a
criticism of the gentleman personally,
but is merely directed against a slip-
shod system of navigation and a criminal
disregard of the most simple safeguards
against disaster. On examining the
after leaving her first anchorage. The
deepest water over which the vessel
passed was probably 30 fathoms. In con-
nection with the identity of the rock on
which the ship struck, the testimony of
Quartermaster Lindstrom sliows a curi-
ous discrepancy. He has testified that,
as the vessel struck, he saw a red flash —
presumably the light on the fort — "over-
head and in front." The ship at this time
v/as heading N. by E. If this is correct,
it must have been some rock to the south
The Golden Gate, San Francisco, where the Rio de Janeiro Sank.
chart, the reader will find that the deep-
est water runs in a practically straight
line through mid-channel from N. E. to
S. W. From this mid-channel the bottom
slopes upwards on both sides. This is
an ideal condition for taking soundings
to determine the ship's position. It will
also be seen that to the westward of Fort
Point the shoal water runs out far enough
to give timely warning. Mate Coghlan
has also admitted that he thought the
vessel could have anchored at any time
ward of the Fort on which the ship
struck.
It has been asserted by the Pilot and
others that soundings could not have
been taken; that the taking of soundings
v/ould have necessitated the stopping of
the ship — that the water was too deep
and the time too short to get any sound-
ings. There was on board the ship a
patent sounding machine that will give
correct soundings in 100 fathoms of
water every fifteen minutes from a ves-
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sel going at the rate of fifteen or sixteen
knots (miles) an hour. As the depth of
the course over which the Rio passed was
probably never more than 30 fathoms and
the speed not over 9 knots, it will be seen
that soundings could have been taken
easily every five minutes or less. The
result of taking these soundings would
have been to alarm the pilot and to cause
the ship to be slowed down or stopped
and anchored; or it might have been that
the Pilot would have gone in search of
deeper water, which would not have been
difficult, with the ebb-tide running.
The lead has been called the sailor's best
friend, and the patent sounding machine
(Lord Kelvin's) is the best device that
has yet been invented for the handling of
it. The principal parts of the machine
are: 300 fathoms (1800 feet) of steel
wire, the lead, and the recorder — at-
tached to the lead. The recorder is a
brass cylinder with a piston and pistou-
lod. The upper end of the cylinder is
water-tight and may be called the air-
chamber. As the lead descends, the in-
creasing pressure of water forces the
piston upwards. As the lead is wound
in, a spiral spring in the lower end of the
cylinder pulls the piston back gradually.
On the graduated piston-rod is a sliding
pointer which brings up against the cy-
linder head when the piston moves up-
wards, but remains stationary on the rod
as the piston moves back. The result
is that when the lead and recorder are re-
covered, the pointer will be somewhere
down on the rod and will show the depth
to which the lead has descended. There
is also a stand and reel, with a brake ar-
rangement connected with the machine,
but it is unnecessary to describe them.
The main advantage of this machine
is that it obviates the necessity of stop-
ping the ship in order to get soundings.
R».2 Another advantage is that the lead will
t Depth go down quicker and is hauled in quicker
Korder. and easier than by any of the old meth-
ods. If one of the many officers on the
Rio's bridge, who were trying to locate
the ship's position by the fog whistles
and echoes, had been detailed, with two
seamen, to work this machine, the ship
would probably have been afloat to-day.
Prom investigations pursued on the At-
lantic coast, some years ago, it has been
proved that steam whistles and bells are
not be relied on in foggy weather. The
distance from a ship to a fog signal can-
not be determined at all, and the direc-
tion is very uncertain. They serve as a
warning, but cannot be depended upon as
a guide.
This is the second large steamship
lost within the Heads through a gross neg-
lect to obey the promptings of sound sea-
manship. What, with the flimsy excuses
of Pilots and superflcial official "investi-
gations," the impression is apt to go
abroad that the harbor of San Francisco
Sounding Mschine.
is dangerous. This is far from the truth.
With ordinary precautions taken, the har-
bor can be entered by steamers, as Is
done dally, at all times, and In all weath-
ers. The channel is straight, wide, and
deep. No outlying sandbars or rocks ob-
struct the passage. The tides and cur-
rents are known absolutely, and the only
serious obstruction — the Mile Rocks —
are well off towards the south shore.
With a steam-whistle on Fort Point and
a bell buoy of modern construction near
the Mile Rocks, an entrance to the har-
bor can be made with perfect safety even
in foggy weather, provided the lead is
kept going.
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Hail and Farewell.
Years ago a man
who was endowed
with a small gift, in
the way of versifica-
tion, wrote that:
Death is the only deathless one,
All things must end as all begun.
And no thoughtful observer of the phe-
nomena of the universe of which we are
a part can fail to be impressed with the
great — yet, in some respects, unpalatable
truth — ^that is embodied in those lines.
Human life is a transient affair; and, in
its transiency, human life is but a part
of the general scheme of a universe
whose flora and fauna and reptilia come
into being, mature and die away in end-
less and regular procession though sub-
ject always to those mutations of chance
wjiich may either accelerate the end or
abruptly terminate the existence that
has Just begun. But, though death is as
old as the animal world, though it is
all around us, at all times and every-
where, though it is inevitable, yet some-
how one never gets used to it in the way
of rising above that longing for the clasp
of the hand that is cold and the sound of
the voice that is forever dumb. The va-
cant chair, in the freshness of its lack of
p tenant, always does and always will,
bring a feeling of bereavement and lonli-
ness that no philosophy will ever enable
the human mind, so long as it is either
influenced or controlled by the human
heart, to rise superior to.
One falls naturally into this train of
reflection by contemplating the fact that
within the past month, two members of
the Overland Monthly's former staff have
— one in the fullness of years and honors,
and the other, while yet on the threshold
of a career that gave promise of bril-
liant achievements — ^Joined the "innumer-
able caravan," as Bryant put it, that is
John S. HIttell.
ever pressing on to what some say is eter-
nal rest and others say is a great white
judgment seat, where Mercy and Truth
and Love are the dominating powers.
The gentlemen to whom reference is
made are Mr. John S. Hittell and Mr.
Rounsevelle Wildman.
Mr. Hittell was born in Jonestown,
Pennsylvania, in 1825, and received his
education in the schools of and adjacent
to the place of his nativity. He was in
the flrst flush of young manhood when
gold was discovered in California, and
in common with so many of the adven-
turous spirits of that time, he made his
77ay across the plains to where fortune
was dealing out favors to the chosen few.
He arrived here is 1849, and immediately
proceeded to the mines where he spent
a year or two, but without any particu-
lar success. Finding that he was not one
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of fortune's favorites as a miner, he
turned his attention to the semi-literary
pursuit of journalism, and for a long time
was one oi the editors of the Alta-Cali-
fornia. He also became one of the early
contributors to the Overland. In addition
he published a number of books that
ranked high in serious literature. Among
them were: "Reform or Revolution"; "A
History of San Francisco"; "A Brief His-
tory of Culture"; "The Evidences Against
Christianity"; "The Resources of Cali-
fornia." Mr. Hittell, as a historian, was
conspicuous for his care and accuracy.
It was he who first unearthed and demon-
strated the fact that a mistake had been
made, and was still being adhered to, in
regard to the date of the discovery of
g:oId by Marshall, 'ihe matter was fully
discussed by him in the Overland. Mr.
Hittell lived a studious and blameless
life, and held the warm esteem of a large
circle of friends, as well as the more dis-
tant respect of the world at large, when
Le passed away.
Mr. Rounsevelle Wildman belonged to
a more recent epoch than did Mr. Hittell.
Upon entering man's estate he drifted in-
to journalism, and soon attracted atten-
tion to himself. As a result he was ap-
pointed to a position in the consular
service in Europe. Later he was trans-
ferred to a similar position in the far
Cast. A change in the national adminis-
tration retired him from the public ser-
vice at that time, and__he_came to San
Francifco with his family and made his
liome here for awhile. It was at this
period that he purchased an interest in
the Overland Monthly, and became its
editor. "His work in these columns is
CTifflciently near to be within the reader's
recollection. Later on he was appointed
to the position of Consul-General at Hong
Kong — which office he was holding at
the time of his death. By reason of the
43pani8h war, and the outbreak in the
Philippine Islands, it became a station
of great responsibility and importance —
and he proved himself to be fully equal
to the exigencies of the occasion. Mr.
Wildman wrote considerable fragmentary
fiction that was favorably received, and
a recent book of his, relating to China,
-will probably be given a place in the per-
jnanent literature of the world. The man-
ner of his death was pathetic. With his
wife and two little children he was a
passenger on the ill-fated Rio de Janeiro,
which ground itself to pieces on the rocks
at Fort Point. Exactly what became of
A New Age and a
New Literature.
Rounsevelle Wiidman.
them is not known and probably never
will be — until that time when the sea will
give up its dead, and the waves cease
singing requiems for the tens of thou-
sands of sailor boys who sleep softly in
the bed of old ocean.
Here in democra-
y tic America in this
latter age of liter-
ary commercialism
it is somewhat
hard for us to con-
ceive how much the literature and art
of an age may be stifled or encouraged
through the inclination of an individual.
The "many-headed monster" is the only
Mecaenas which the American author
knows, and his financial success and
world upbuilding depend entirely on his
value to the public and publisher. Over
in England, however, it is somewhat dif-
ferent. True, an Englishman, being prac-
tically free, does not have to apply in
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person to the reigning sovereign or a
gieat lord of the royal house, as was the
necessity in the days of good Queen Bess,
and as our Shakespeare was constrained
to do, in order that he may obtain a hear-
ing and a bid for patronage; but just
the same, the ideas and personal tastes
of King or Queen still exert a deal of
influence on the literary output of the
British man of letters.
The late Victoria, the Good, of Great
Britain, none can deny was responsible
for considerable of the glory of the Vic-
torian age of literature. Nothing in the
line of artistic effort gained less than her
approval, and whatever faults her own
pen may have had, the loving care with
which she edited her "Leaves from the
Journal of our Life in the Highlands,"
and the unaffected humility with which
she submitted it for criticism to the
fe-reat Tennyson, was more than patron-
age to literature — it was an example.
It is true that even a Victoria could not
make an Alfred Austin great; but his
laureateship certainly did not make him
smaller. Not so much the patronage she
gave, but the atmosphere she created
made possible a scope of genius for Al-
freo Tennyson to Rudyard Kipling, from
Thomas Hardy to Oscar Wilde. "Never
was the Queen more sensible, more gra-
cious, more human, than in her inter-
course with the great men of her time
marked out by intellect."
And now, since the mantle has fallen
on the shoulders of Edward, the world
is asking: "Will the change of scepter
effect a change in English thought? Is
monarchy still strong enough in England
to make or break the genius of the age?
Perhaps not. It can certainly change the
manners of the time, the fashion and de-
sire of public patronage ; and without any
direct act, can still alter the level of na-
tional thought. Edward, like his mother,
is not a person of pre-eminent talent, but
like his mother he can adopt the encour-
agement of sane principles in art and let-
ters as a part of his royal policy. In lit-
erature, as in politics, the world is ear-
nestly regarding lue age of Edward,
ready to compare its output with the no-
ble showing made during the long reign
of the late good Queen of Britain.
In this month's number of the Over-
land we publish an elaborate and graphic
description of the counties embraced in
what is known as the Sacramento Val-
ley of this State. The article was pre-
pared by General N. P. Chipman, now
one of our Supreme Court commissioners.
D. O. Mills.
and embraces something like fony pagea
of reading matter, and about a similar
number of pages of illustrations. In ita
scope it deals with the development of
the resources of the territory in ques-
tion, so far as they have been developed,
and with the possibilities it contains and
presents to those who are seeking a field
for the establishment of new homes. Aa
regards the past it deals with the things
accomplished rather than with the men
who accomplished them; but we are in-
clined to the opinion that, even a semi-
historical review of the development of
the Sacramento Valley will be regarded
as incomplete if it does not make some
mention of Mr. D. O. Mills, who, although
he is now a leading New York financier,
was for a long stretch of years, a Sacra-
mento banker. In that capacity he not
merely did much to make Sacramento the
city it is to-day, but he, also, took a lead-
ing part in financiering the operations
which have made the valley counties
the prosperous and progressive section
of the State that they are at the pres-
ent moment.
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RGCOGNIZING the renewed interest
now shown for information concern-
ing California, particularly North-
ern California, and realizing the ne-
cessity for united effort in order that this
region may become better known, certain
enterprising citizens recently formed The
Sacramento Valley Development Asso-
ciation. The organization embraces the
twelve counties of Nevada, Placer, Sacra-
mento, Tolo, Solano (the south tier of
counties at the foot of the valley), Yuba,
Batter, Butte, Colusa, Glenn, Tehama, (in-
termediate), and Shasta on the north
boundary, or at the head of the valley.
It is at the request of the Association
tbat these pages have been written.
Obviously, I can go into no very
treat detail as to any individual
county, for it would occupy all the
■pace given me to describe the entire re-
gion. However, with some not very im-
portant variations, a description of the
whole is a description of each part. DifTer-
ent industries exist in different counties;
a greater development will be found in
some than in others; some are devoted to
agriculture, fruit growing, mining, and
lumbering enterprises; others to general
agriculture and stock raising, with
some fruit growing; still others to
f'-uit growing and general agriculture.
The agricultural possibilities, while
differing in degree, are much the
same in all. The photographic illustra-
tions will aid the reader to some ex-
tent to understand the dominant indus-
try in each of the counties, and
these pictures, it is to be hoped, will
give some idea of the vast variety
of scenic effects throughout the valley.
I count it, indeed, among the greater ad-
vantages of any country that one may
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live in the perpetual presence of grand
mountains and diversified and charming
landscape effects. It develops the spirit-
ual and better elements of character and
gives to labor an ennobling motiye and
relieves it of its depressing monotony.
One may look the world over in vain for
a region of like extent (outside of Cali-
fornia) combining greater natural at-
tractions to the permanent resident, in
the direction hinted at, than are every-
where abundant in the Sacramento Val-
ley.
It is assumed that the romantic history
0' California, which has added so much
to its renown is too
well known to need
Some Things Taken repetition; it is also
for Granted assumed that the
reader is familiar
with most of the uni-
que characteristics
cf the earlier and later development which
has taken place in the State, and is con-
versant with the general facts which jus-
tify the claim that California is, in many
respects, unmatched by any State of the
American Union. No other commonwealth
is so widely known abroad, for none has,
by the wonderful variety and quality of
ita products, so attracted the public at-
tention, and no State, judging by the un-
equaled progress California has made in
the past fifty years, has in its favor so
much of hope, so much of brilliant proph-
ecy.
It is now universally conceded that the
territorial changes which have taken
place as the result
of the Spanish-Am-
The Dawning of a lean war portend a
New Era. new era for the Pa-
cific Coast, and that
rapid and perman-
ent growth must
soon begin here. No one at all familiar
with existing conditions can doubt that
the Pacific Coast State to which intelli-
gent men are now looking, is California,
and that the commercial emporium which
is to dominate the vast trade and com-
merce, that is to fiow to and from this
Coast, is the city of San Francisco. There
was never in the history of the State a
more opportune time than the present
for the homeseeker to come among us
or for the business man to enter upon
a new field of enterprise in this promis-
ing land.
The artist, the poet,
the writer of glowing
The Period of prose, have all done
Romance their part, and done
and Poetry has it well, in painting
Passed Away. the glories of our
mountains and val-
leys, our matchless landscapes, the ro-
mance of *'the days of old, the days of
gold." All this has thrown a glamor and
charm around everything Califomian, and
has directed attention to our State and
given us a warm place !n the hearts of
thousands who are looking this way and
hoping for a time when they may them-
selves become Califomians. But the days
of romance and romantic conceptions
of the Grolden West have passed away.
Inquirers now need facts which will con-
vince their judgment and not appeals to
their imagination; they desire specific
information, not generalization nor highly
colored description.
The genius and enterprise and persist-
ent advertising of Southern California
have given wide-
spread knowledge of
that part of the
A False impression State, but the North
Corrected. is not yet known nor
understood. Some-
how, the impression
has gone abroad that the distinctive fea-
tures which give uniqueness to our cli-
mate and products are peculiar to South-
ern California, and are absent in North-
em California; "Southern" has meant the
California which has so attracted at-
tention, while "Northern" has designated
a country not unlike other portions of the
United States on similar parallels of lati-
tude. No conception of the actual facts
could be wider from the truth. The same
general climatic conditions exist in the
Sacramento Valley as are found in the
valleys of Central and Southern Califor-
nia; parallel lines of latitude have but
little significance in the interpretation of
conditions of temperature.
The copious illustrations found on
these pages give the highest proof of
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what I have said. The orange, lemon,
olive and the palm do not grow in cold
countries. Look at the photographs (a
splendid specimen of the palm in Solano
County growing in the open, and also
a palm tree 40 feet high in Shasta County
planted in 1852.) To the intelligent
mind the range or possible diversity of
a country's products is a true index of its
climate, and proclaims unerringly the
economic advantages of that country. No
matter who denies, nor with what per-
sistency is the denial made, the truth
of nature rises and confronts the error
and should forever set at rest all doubt-
ing minds. It is the testimony of God
Himself; and it would seem sacrilegious
to attempt corroboration by official tables
oi temperatures and statistics of reported
products elsewhere given in this article.
I shall spend no further time in combat-
ting the false impression that the term
"Northern," when applied to the valleys
of Northern California, means "cold." It
i«i a term used only geographically, and
has no climatic significance whatever. It
may be said here once and finally that
"altitude" in California is the only con-
vertible term for "cold." Perpetual snow
lies on Mount Shasta and Mount Lassen,
and refiects its light on the valleys be-
low, where is almost perpetual summer.
iTi the higher mountain elevations are
deep snows and very low temperatures,
while at the same time a few hours travel
bring one into orange groves in the low-
er altitudes; and this is true from Shasta
to San Diego, practically the whole length
of the State. Let us, then, dismiss the
false implications which have arisen from
using the term "Northern" as applied
to the Sacramento Valey.
Entering California in Nevada County,
l>y way of the Central Pacific Railroad,
the visitor comes quickly down from
the great height of
Mevada County, the Sierra Nevada
A Gate-Way to Mountains to the
California. foot-hills of Pla-
cer County, through
the orchards and
vineyards covering the country around
Auburn, Newcastle, Penryn, Loomis,
Rocklin, Roseville, to the city of Sac-
ramento, where he finds himself in the
center of the Great Interior Valley of the
State, at the State Capital, and where
tide-water once ebbed and fiowed.
A few hours from snow-covered, heavily
forested mountains into regions of luxu-
riant, semi-tropical verdure, is a trans-
formation bewildering but altogether de-
lightful. A glance at the accompanying
map will show where the visitor now
stands relatively to San Francisco, and
the counties comprising the Sacramento
Valley, a description of whose resources
and industries is the purpose of this arti-
cle. Nevada County is the Eastern gate-
way to this land of sunshine, fruit and
fiowers and agricultural prodigality.
A line drawn east and west through the
southern boundary of Solano County at
Vallejo, would pass near Richmond, Va.;
drawn along the northern boundary of
Shasta County it would strike the Atlan-
tic coast near New York City. The fioor
of the valley proper narrows and termin-
ates at Red Bluff, Tehama County. But
many stretches of rich river bottom, val-
ley lands, occur in Shasta County, below
Redding, and for many miles east of RecK
ding and west of Anderson and Cotton-
wood, are fertile plains and rolling foot*
hills and creek valleys of fine agricultural
land, a characteristic of most of the coun-
ties reaching into the mountains; indeed,
it may be properly said that the valley
terminates at Redding. The valley widens
as it extends south, and follows the south-
em boundary of part of Placer and Sacra-
mento, Yolo, and Solano Counties, and
brings the valley to San Pablo Bay, (an
arm of the great Bay of San Francisco) at
Vallejo. The general direction of the
valley is north and south. A line drawn
north and south through Suisun, on
Suisun Bay, would pass near Willows,
Red BlufT, and Redding. On the
east, the valley is bounded by the
Sierra Nevada Mountains, and on the
west by the Coast Range. The Sacra-
mento River rises in the vicinity of Mt.
Shasta, and courses south, bisecting the
valley and emptying into Suisun Bay.
It is navigable and is navigated by steam-
boats to Red BlufT. By some improvement
of the river it may be navigated to the
town of Redding, Shasta County. Rising
i!i the Sierras are numerous tributaries
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of the Sacramento River, which find
their inexhaustible supply in the springs,
subterranean reservoirs, and snow banks
of the mountains. The land situated on
the east side of the Sacramento in all
the counties is blessed with one or more
of these ever-living streams, the utility
and value of which will be referred to
later on. The portion of the valley on
the west side of the river is not so highly
favored, although not wanting in the
means to procure every needed supply.
Unlike the creeks and rivers rising on the
southern slope of the valley will be seen
from the elevations of the river — at Sac-
ramento, thirty feet above sea level;
at Colusa, 60 feet; at Red Bluff, 220
feet. A canal is projected and partly
built, which takes water directly from
the river on the north line of Glenn
County, and brings it as far west as
Willows, and thence to practically all
the valley land south and east of the ca-
nal.
A margin of no gre&t extent along the
river banks is wooded, and the lands on
The Clothea we wear In November, Yuba County.
west slope of the Sierras, which flow on
perpetually, the characteristic of the
streams rising on the east side of the
Coast Range is that they carry the flood
waters to the river and continue to flow
until about June or July, and then begin
to recede, ceasing at varying distances
from the river in the foot-hills, but con-
tinue in quantity to points whence their
waters are taken by ditches to the land
below. Some impression of the general
the east side have growing upon them
scattered oaks, giving a park-like aspect
to the landscape. This feature continues
in Yolo and Solano Counties, but in Co-
lusa and Glenn the plain lands are desti-
tute of timber; the rolling hill lands and
mountains are wooded. The great body
of agricultural lands of the valley do not
overflow; some of the river bottoms are
subject to flood waters but exposed lands
are mostly protected by levees.
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The population, extent and character
of the Industries will be given In connec-
nection with a de-
scription of each
Industries, Extent, county. Accurately
and Character. speaking, we have
Population. but little waste land.
The untlllable foot-
hills and lower
mountain elevations
furnish rich winter pasture for thousands
of sheep and cattle and the mountains are
not only the scene of large lumber enter-
prises, but afford extensive ranges for
summer pasture of these same flocks and
herds. In Tehama County alone there
are two hundred thousand sheep that
are moved in the spring to the mountain
ranges and return in the autumn to
the valleys and foot-hills for winter pas-
turage. Twelve thousand head of cattle
are similarly handled. And so in a great-
er or less degree in most of the counties
are the lands utilized.
It has been intimated that there is no
practical difTerence between the climate
of the valleys J, of
Northern California
Climate: and Southern Call-
Its Peculiarities. fornia. Perhaps a
word further should •
be said. I quote
from my annual report to the California
State Board of Trade for 1899, a general
statement which fairly gives the facts
and perhaps as well as I could again give
them: "Much has been written of the
unique character of the climate of Cali-
fornia, and while ic is widely known in a
general way, its highest and best inter-
pretation is exhibited in the marvelous
range of products of the soil. There is
no single country nor principality on the
globe where there can be found, growing
in perfection, all the varied products of
which this report treats. Why this is
true has never been satisfactorily ex-
plained, but the fact cannot be disputed.
It is not due to the soil alone, for other
countries have rich soil; it is not due to
temperature alone, for the seasons are
propitious in the south of Italy and in
Spain; yet the results we have here are
not attainable there; it is not in the re-
currence of a wet and dry season — a per-
iod of rain and a rainless period — for
this peculiarity is found in the Medit-
erranean basin; nor is it in any peculiar-
ity of the atmosphere of which we have
any knowledge. And yet there is some
subtle influence in the combination of
all these — an alchemy of nature we do
not understand — which has maae the cli-
mate of California unique — phenomenal* •
Latitude cuts but little flgure here, al-
though it marks zones of heat and cold
on the Atlantic Coast. While I am writ-
ing (March 4th-6th, 1899), there is a bliz-
zard raging in the East and West. Rail-
road trains are tied up, and snow is four
feet deep in the city of New York. On
the same parallels of latitude here the
orchards are bursting into full bloom,
vegetables are taKen from open gardens;
the flrst crop of alfalfa is nearly ready
for the mower; young lambs are playing
on the hillsides; farm operations are
most active, and all nature is clad in
verdure."
Attention is then called to the fact
elsewhere shown that oranges are being
shipped from Butte County, 150 miles
north of San Francisco, and over 500
miles north of San Diego, and that ele-
vation has more to do with temperature
than has lititude. The report continues:
"I will not stop to give the causes, so
far as they are determined, for it is
enough to know the fact and that the
causes are permanent. We have no re-
corded history and no traditions (and
they run back to the days of Queen
Elizabeth and to Ferdinand and Isabella)
that tell a different story."
The climate of the immediate coast Is
most Invigorating and stimulating, cool,
bracing, and delight-
ful ; the laborer
Healthful, knows no fatigue ex-
Invlgorating. cept from physical
e X n a u s 1 1 on, pro-
duced by over-taxed
muscles. The man who works with his
brain yields only to failure of mental
power. In the interior valleys, in mid-
summer, the temperature is higher, and
there is discomfort in working in the har-
vest flelds, at the desk, and behind the
counter. But the air is dry, and no such
suffering is experienced as in the more
humid climates, where the temperature
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l.t lower. We have no such thing as
sun-stroke. It Is the universal experience
that persons coming to any part of the
State Increase In weight and strength, are
less subject to nervous troubles, sleep
and eat well, and Improve In health If
ailing from any cause. In fact, California
18 an universal sanitarium."
"One cannot find a region of the State
devoid of scenic beauty, and in most
parts one is surroun-
Source of ded by an Inspiring
Happiness. and elevating combi-
natlon of val-
ley and mountain landscape. He can
radically change his immediate surround-
ings in a few hours, if he lives in the
sreat valley, by going into the mountains
or journeying to the coast. Thousands
of families do this in the summer, and
have most delightful camping out exper-
iences.
"But after all, the toiler cannot live on
scenery nor on climate alone. It is the
advantages which
climate brings to
Economic Value, him in the strug-
gle for existence
that most concerns
him. And here is where resides the
glory of California: namely, the economic
value of its climate. Our climate is usu-
ally put forward as an attraction; it is
most of all a resource of incalculable
value; and it is a resource because by
its influence we are enabled to so marvel-
ously diversify and increase the number
of our products. It is a resource, because
man's labor can be made profitable every
day in the year, and because there is no
month when vegetation, in some form,
Is not growing. There is no season when
all nature is at rest or locked in the icy
embrace of a zero temperature, and the
harvests of summer eaten into by the
long, weary, consuming months of winter.
In the field, orchard, garden, factory; on
the stock farm and in the dairy, rrery day
in a (Jay of productive labor. We com-
mence shipping fresh deciduous fruits
to the markets of the East in May, ^nd
there is no cessation until December;
and In November we begin to ship
citrus fruits and they overlap the ship-
ments of deciduous fruits beginning in
May."
This general picture finds its counter-
part in the region I am now bringing to
the public attention. I wish to remind the
home^seeker of a fact, not commonly un-
derstood, that there are about 20 degrees
difference between the "sensible ' temper-
ature, and the actual reading of tne ther-
mometer. For example, the thermometer
i[« the valley may read 110 degrees, but
owing to the dryness of the atmosphere,
the effect upon the body produces less
discomfort than would be felt in a humid
atmosphere where the reading is 90 de-
grees.
While I am writing (February 18th,
1901), all Europe is experiencing a bliz-
zard of great severity. All parts of Eng-
land, Germany, Italy, Austria, and Rus-
sia are having severe snow storms and
very low temperature. Throughout-
Spain the weather is reported as intense-
ly cold, the thermometer registering
eight degrees below zero in Madrid, and
a heavy snow storm is raging in Rome.
Ip. Algiers, several natives have frozen
to death. In my garden we are pick-
ing violets, roses, and other fiowers;
we gather oranges from day to day as we
need them; our live stock are living on
our green pastures; orchard pruning is
over; almond trees are blooming and
apricot buds are nearly ready to burst.
Californians are wont to attest our cli-
mate by comparison with that of Italy
and Spain. Is it not about time to set
up In the climate business for ourselves
and rely on our own record?
The practical situation is that one can
labor here in the summer's sun without
suffering, where he would be driven to
the shade in other climates. It should
be added that our warm, cloudless and
rainless summer months are just what
we want to mature our crops and pre-
pare our fruits for market. The prevail-
ing winds are from north and south, the
latter always cool and delightful, as it
comes from the ocean, tempered in its
journey inland. The north wind Is
warmer, and is a dry, sometimes disa-
greeable, wind, but it serves a most valu-
able office and adds to the general health-
fulness of the valley.
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Industries relating to agriculture
are the grrowing of wheat, barley,
oats, hay, some
rye, and some, but
not much corn. For
Leading many years Colusa
Industries. was the banner
wheat growing coun-
ty in the State. For-
age plants are quite extensively grown.
Hemp has been and is being successfully
and profitably grrown in Butte County.
The soil in many counties has been found
adapted to the sugar beet, and a con-
siderable acreage is planted, the pro-
duct going to the sugar factories; this in-
dustry must soon have much importance
in the valley. I may mention in this
Waterfall near Oroville, Cal.
connection the advantages of sugar beet
growing in this State. Briefly summar-
ized, they are: Earlier maturity of the
beet; earlier opening of the sugar-mak-
ing campaign; longer season for harvest-
ing; longer run of the factory; greater
yield per acre than in other States;
greater per cent of saccharine; immun-
ity from frost and from rain at critical
periods. These are some of the cli-
matic advantages which experience and
scientific experiments have established.
Some extensive hop fields are in the
Sacramento Valley. Live stock is a large
industry, especially hogs, sheep and
horned cattle. Many horses and mules
are bred on the larger ranches. The
dairying interests are quite large, but not
nearly so fully developed as they should
be or could be made profitable. The
poultry inaustry is almost wholly neglec-
ted. Large bands of turkeys are seen,
but they are produced separate from the
farm, and have a sort of nomadic exist-
ence, being herded and driven about
from place to place for feed, much the
same as a band of sheep. Many farm-
ers (be it to their discredit said) buy
their chickens and eggs and butter at the
town stores, and not infrequently these
come from Kansas, Iowa, and Nebraska,
or from our sister State, Oregon.
The possible diversity of agricultural
products in this great valley is its chief
distinguishing char-
acteristic. The rich-
Agricultural ness of the soil and
Possibilities of the prevailing cli-
the Valley. matic infi u e n c e s
make it possible,
with irrigation, to
grow almost anything that man or beast
may require, and without irrigation, a
much greater agricultural development,
in possible than has yet been attained.
The Sacramento Valley is the most,
abundantly watered portion of the State.
The large rainfall in
the valley, coupled
Water for with the fact that
Irrigation. great areas have
been in single hold-
ings, devoted chiefly
to wheat growing or stock raising, has
in former years not only retarded diver-
versity of products but has contributed
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Banana trees at Red Bluff — ^225 miles north of San Francisco.
to the erroneous belief that irrigation
vfSiS neither desirable nor necessary,
and irrigation has not been much
resorted to. Wheat growing, having be-
come less profitable, attention is being
directed to more intensive and more di-
versified culture, and plans for more gen-
eral irrigation are being considered, since
it has been found that even on our best
lands water is a distinctive source of
greater production and makes agriculture
more profitable, by adding many new pro-
ducts to the farm. The Central Irrigation
District Canal will bring water directly,
without any head dam, from the Sacra-
mento River onto all the lands south and
east of Willows — an immense area, rich
and productive. On the west side of the
river north of this canal there is abund-
ant water by taking it irom points high
up on the creeks a.Tid conducting it by
ditches to the land below. Ditches are
now constructed which bring water from
Thomes Creek to lands at Corning, Teha-
ma County; at Orland, Glenn County,
from Stony Creek; and at Woodland,
Yolo County, from Cache Creek. On
the east side, commencing in Shasta
County, large creeks flow into the
river from the Sierras, at conven-
ient intervals, through all the counties
on that side, untu the American River
in Sacramento County is reached. The
map shows the frequency of these
streams. There is ample water for the
most complete irrigation of all the lands.
Water underlies the valley everywhere.
Power
Possibilities.
ai varying depths of from fifteen to fifty
feet.
A striking and most valuable feature
of these mountain creeks and rivers is
the latent forces
within them that
may be cheaply, and
are being largely
set free by electri-
cal plants. These
streams above the valley have a fall of
from 50 to 100 feet per mile; often
much greater, 'inis power may be util-
ized and yet restore the water to the beds
of the streams before reaching the val-
ley, where it may be used for irrigation.
Electric power plants are now in opera-
tion in Shasta, Tehama, Butte, Yuba, Pla-
cer, Nevada, and Sacramento Counties, of
which mention will again be made. This
power is being used for mining and mill-
ing purposes; for lighting towns and cit-
ies; operating machinery; pumping
water; operating farm nnplements, and
various other uses. I know of no region
so highly favored in the respects last
mentioned.
In the Sierras, from Siskiyou County to
the American River, are the finest and
most extensive for-
ests of sugar and
yehow pine, spruce
and fir timber exist-
ing in the State, and
some of the largest
lumber and mining
enterprises are carried on in these moun-
Mining and
Lumber Industries.
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tains. The forests of California are her
crowning glory, not as sources of lum-
ber for market, but as the great con-
servers of moisture and as the mother
of our creeks and rivers. Intelligent use
of this great blessing will give us assur-
ance of unchanging climatic conditions
and ample supply of timber for all pos-
sible purposes. Shasta County is the
largest mineral producer in the State.
The annual output in 1899 was |4,661,980,
since greatly increased, and Nevada
comes next with |2,231,898.
The two terminal points of shipments
of fruit by rail from this valley to other
States are Marys-
viUe and Sacramen-
Magnitude of the to. All points have
Fruit, Wine and the same car-load
Brandy Industry, rates, but the ac-
count is kept from
these two points. I have prepared a table
foi 1899 which will explain the magnitude
o^ the export trade in fruits. Much fruit
is sent to San Francisco and other points
in the State for local consumption, which
is not Included in the table. As
oranges ripen earlier in Northern Cali-
fornia than in the Southern part of the
State (another of our climatic peculiari-
ties), the table is not a fair index of the
extent of the citrus culture in the Sacra-
mento Valley for tne reason that much of
this fruit is consumed in the State.
To move this fruit a car must depart
every hour of every day in the year.
Statistics for 1899 show that 26,283
car-loads of the above named articles
were shipped out of the State by rail
from Northern California (including the
region north of Tehachapi Moimtains;
i. e., outside of what is known as South-
em California). Over one-third of the
whole went from the Sacramento Valley.
When it is remembered that the fruit
shipments from the San Joaquin Valley
(where the bulk of our raisins are grown)
from the extensive and highly developed
Santa Clara Valley (where probably 70
per cent of our prunes are grown), and
from the Sonoma and Napa Valleys, are
included in the total of 26,283 car-loads,
it will be seen that fruit culture in the
Sacramento Valley has attained large
Shipments of Fruit out of the State bt Rail, 1899.
Tons of 2000 Ponnds.
Place of Sbipm't
Green
Deoidnoas
Citms D led
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RaisiDB
Nuts 1
1
Canned
All Kinds
Marysville
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Total
6,423
53.951
60 374
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874 9 485
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proportions, and yet the orchards occupy
but a small part of its arable lands.
It should be observed that of zhe wine
and brandy shipped out of the State by
rail in 1899, there were 6,173 carloads
of wine (ten tons each) from Northern
California, and only 278 carloads from
Southern California. Of brandy made
irom grapes, 354 carloads from North-
ern California and five from Southern
California. Besides, there was shipped
by sea from San Francisco 1679 carloads
of wine and 34 of brandy, and 147 car-
loads of wine and brandy not segregated
on way bills.
One of the great drawbacks to North-
ern California in the past has been the
large individual land
holdings. For exam-
ple, nearly the en-
tire river frontage
in Colusa and Glenn
Counties, running
back from the river also many miles, was
owned by two men — one having 40,000
Land no Longer
Monopolized.
acres devoted entirely to wheat, and but
one family residing on this vast domain.
Other large tracts were held, not only m
tnese counties but in nearly all the
others. About the beautiful town of
Chico lie some of the richest lands in
the world, which have, like those referred
to, and others, for all these years,
been under the blight entailed upon the
State everywhere by the confirmation of
Mexican grants. The owners of these
great ranchos were proud of their pos-
sessions, and were unwilling in their
life time to yield them up. It is perhaps
not to be marveled at, for these were
principalities good to look upon, and
gratified a not altogether unworthy ambi-
tion. But it was against nature and
against the law of progress that this con-
dition should continue uninterrupted. In
Southern California the first breaking
up of the great ranches began, and be-
hold! beautiful towns and cities and
colonies of happy homes on small areas
have taken their place. In the San Joa-
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Mt Lassen, a0,400 ft.) and Manzanita Lake (5,400 ft.), Shasta County. The lake is half
a mile long, a quarter wide, and 80 feet deep.
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quin Valley, about the flourishing city of
Fresno, immense sheep walks have been
turned into shady boulevards, which
form the boundaries of the extensive
raisin vineyards that have made Fresno
County famous. In the charming Santa
Clara Valley, in the picturesque Vaca
Valley of the Sacramento, and other
places I might mention, a like transfor-
mation has occurred. This is what is soon
to happen throughout the Sacramento
Valley. The decline in wheat growing,
and the consequent unprofitableness of
farming on a large scale; the scythe of
the Great Reaper; the mortgage and the
Probate Court; have done or are doing
their perfect work. Land which in for-
mer years could not be purchased at any
price, is now on the market in any sized
tracts desired, and at prices not much
above the value assessed for taxation.
Notably the forty-thousand acre Glenn
ranch in Glenn County; the world-famous
Bid well ranch near Chico; the Wilson
ranch in the same vicinity. In all the
counties, particularly the counties north
of the south tier, fine, productive land,
in* proved and unimproved, is now on the
market at prices no greater than similar
lands sell for in settled portions of the
Middle West.
There has never existed in this valley
what may properly be termed a boom
in land prices. When
the wonderful move-
Opportune Time ment took place in
to Purchase Land. Southern California,
and land went to
enormous figures,
land prices advanced here in sympathy
with the high prices asked in the South,
and naturally, because the advantages
ht-re were in every way equal to those
ir the South. The effect was to retard
purchases here, and this, added to the
incubus of large land holdings, resulted
in slow growth at the north. Again, suc-
cessful orchard planting here had a ten-
dency to advance prices of unimproved
contiguous land. This had a depressing
effect. These conditions have entirely
changed, and the time is now most oppor-
tune for investment in the Sacramento
Valley. The presence of an orchard does
not give a fictitious value to adjacent
land. To show that there is room for
as many as may come, statistics show
that we have a population of 191,i>01, oc-
cupying 17,995 square miles, which is
nearly eleven persons to each section of
640 acres, and not less than 60 per cent of
these reside in the cities and towns.
Much of the literature relating to the
earlier phases of social life in Califor-
nia gave a very
false impression of
Educational, the existing state of
Churches, civilization, which
Fraternal Societies, still exists to some
degree. I know from
the questions asked
me by inquirers who write for informa-
tion about California, that there is much
doubt in the minds of many whether
we have yet emerged from the state of
semi-barbarism erroneously supposed to
prevail during the exclusively gold-hunt-
ing period.
Presumably the citizens of a State
that is the home of two great universi-
ties, whose public school system has re-
ceived highest praise for liberality and
advanced methods; in which are five
State Normal schools; where free tuition
is offered through all grades to the High
School and through the State University,
must have some conceptions of what is
essential to a self-respecting and broad-
minded people, and must tnemselves pos-
sess some of the attributes they would
inspire in the youth. Sufficient to say
that all the advantages which liberal
appropriations of money and an intelli-
gent selection of teachers can give, we
possess in all parts of the State. In the
establishment and support of church or-
ganizations, the Sacramento Valley has
kept pace with other portions of the
State. In all our towns and cities
churches of the principal denominations
are found. The charming out-door life
keeps many away from active attendance
at service, and no doubt this is notice-
able by the visitor; but the church never-
theless has generous support.
I think our population gives greater
encouragement to fraternal societies than
in most States. These organizations have
a sound moral basis, are charitable in
their operation, and no one can doubt
their helpful influence upon Society.
I have been frequently asked if Califor>
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River at Fair Oaks. 5 View of Fair Oaks, Cal.
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Young i-^ople.
nia offers inducements to young men an(^ 'counsel, young men for all the great ac-
women. Emphai W!?] .vities of life." I have a right to say this
• • cally I answer, \e. • ecause 1 mygelf fall under the ban.
Having given a general description of
che valley and presented facts applicable
alike to nearly the
entire region, let us
Industries make an excursion
by Counties. into the several
counties and remain
long enough in each
to catch a glimpse of the prevailing or
distinctive industries there to be found.
Obviously this sketch must be brief and
wholly inadequate as a detailed descrip-
tion. We will enter the counties by the
Southern Pacific lines of railroad that ap-
proach us from the east, and confine our
excursions to places thus reached, with
occasional mention of regions off these
lines of travel.
Nevada County does not exactly stand
on end, but its eastern boundary, where
we enter the State,
It is not necessary
to say moie as to
young women thaii
that young men can-
not succeed ia this worll without them,
and where young mei go, there also
should go young women. In a word,
the region of tne State, of whose re-
sources and industries I am endeavoring
to give some adequate description, offers
almost every industrial occupation which
can appeal to an aspiring or ambitious
young man. The country, though a half
century old, is practically virgin, when
its future possibilities are considered.
Whether the young man whom I, for the
moment address, desires to engage in
some one or more of the many forms of
agriculture open to him here — fruit grow-
ing, gardening, stock raising, dairying,
or general farming — whether he may
prefer the alluring but somewhat illusive
occupation of mining, or has the neces-
sary capital and inclination to enter upon
lumbering enterprises, or prefers mer-
chandising and general business, or
may wish to be in at the genesis of manu-
facturing soon to take high place among
our industries, or is to be among the for-
tunate ones to share the profits of pe-
troleum discoveries believed to be Immi-
nent in this valley — in short. If this young
man desires to begin his career in a most
promising but comparatively undevel-
oped country, and begin, too, on equal
terms with those who have borne the
heat and burden of the day, past and
gone, and who are anxious to turn over
t^ a younger and more vigorous manhood
the great work before the Inhabitants of
one of the richest regions of the earth,
let him come, and come quickly, and if
he is possessed of good American pluck
and genius, he will find in his cnlondar
no such word as fail. The world is look-
ing to the young men of the country
as the leaders of great enterprises; all
the large combinations of capital turn
to young men for managers; young men
are the active forces in the largo rail-
road and industrial corporations of the
present day. The aphorism — "Old men
for counsel, younrr men for war," may be
justly paraphraserl — "Old men for
— the summit of the
Hevada County. Sierras — is 8.000
feet above sea-level,
while its western
and southern boundary has an elevation
of only 600 feet. The population of this
county is 17,789 and the area 958 square
miles, of which 200,000 acres are agri-
cultural, 60,000 grazing, and 350,120 for-
est land. I appropriate an excellent de-
scription given by the Grass Valley Morn-
ing Union:
"Thus it will be seen that Nevada
County presents a varied and rugged sur-
face, extending from the sandy plains of
the Sacramento Valley to the snow-
crowned crests of the Sierra Nevadas.
The county Is divided by the South Yuba
River which crosses It in the northern
central part, uniting with the middle
Yuba near the western boundary. The
western central portions of the county
contain excellent agricultural, horticul-
tural, and grazing land, and this section
presents a pleasing scene to the tour-
ist or home seeker. These sections are
dotted with small valleys, containing the
very finest of farming lands and wooded
hillsides, with a large supply of fuel and
fine rolling land, adapted to dairj'ing and
cattle raising. Along the western boun-
dary citrus fruits grow to perfection, and
the olive and other sub-tropical plants
thrive well, and produce excellent crops
Through the central portion, where are
located Nevada City and Grass Valley,-
the fruits of the temperate zone reach
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the highest deyelopment in flavor. Es-
pecially is this true of the Bartlett pear.
At an elevation (t three thousand flve
hundred feet, as at Lower Hill, the apple
attains a superiority not excelled in the
world. The western section of the county
is well provided with timber. The higher
mountain regions are heavily timbered
with forests of spruce, cedar, white and
yellow, and sugar pine. The eastern por-
tion of the county, or the Truckee basin,
is where tne timber wealth lies. Some
of the largest saw mills on the coast are
located in this basin. The temperature is
comparatively mild during the year, in
the middle portion, although from the
different altitudes, extremes of tempera-
ture may be witnessed at all seasons.
Thus, when summer days are warmest at
the southwestern end of the county, the
nights will be extremely chilly at the east
end, where the bleak Sierras raise their
snowy peaks. The nights are always cool
and agreeable, even during the warmest
days of summer. In Nevada City and
Qrass Valley there are but few days when
the thermometer registers over 80 deg.,
and in winter it seldom falls below the
freezing point. On the eastern side in
the Truckee Basin, the thermometer
often falls blow zero, at times register-
ing 40 deg., thus making the harvesting
of ice profitable. It is the infinite variety
of climate, difference of elevation and
picturesqueness of the landscapes that
Nevada County presents, which make
it particularly inviting as a home, and
attractive to tourists."
The chief sources of the county's
wealth are neither its ice-ponds nor its
timber lands nor its agricultural pro-
ducts, but its mining actualities and
possibilities. It is curious to note that in
one end of the county natural ice is fro-
zen for market while oranges are grown in
the other end. An estimate of the gold
product from 1849 to 1880 gives a yield
of 1159,800,000, of which 105 millions
came from the placer or gravel mines and
the balance from quartz ledges. The ag-
gregate to the present time is not far
from 215 millions. Legislation and liti-
gation have greatly interfered with
placer mining in recent years, but it has
resulted in increasing development of
quartz mining, which is always the more
permanent source of wealth. There are
many beautiful lakes in the mountains,
and charming summer resorts. Enter-
ing the county by the Central Pacific's
overland railroad, the track winds around
the mountain slopes in full view of Don-
ner Lake, the scene of one of the most
pathetic tragedies attending the strug-
gles of the argonauts of '49. Passini;
Truckee you are not long in arriving at
Colfax, where you must stop and take the
Narrow Gauge road to Nevada City, the
ccunty seat You are then within two
or three miles of the neighboring city of
Qrass Valley. These are both flourishing
cities of several thousand inhabitants
each. The two principal mining districts
take the names of these cities. Some
idea may be formed of their extent and
importance when I tell you that in the
edition of the paper to which I have re-
ferred, there is a description given of
fifty-four quartz mines in the Grass Val-
ley District, some of which are large pro-
ducers and are known throughout the
mining world, and all worthy of notice.
In the Nevada City District, thirty-one
are catalogued, and among these are
some famous mines. Many drift gravel
mines are also in this district, making
excellent returns. The other principal
towns are Truckee, Boca, North Bloom-
field, Graniteville, North San Juan, and
many other more or less important towns
the centers of other mining districts and
mining enterprises. Chicago Park is a
modem place, on the Narrow Gauge road,
where is located an Eastern colony, en-
gaged in fruit growing. All parts of the
county are finely watered; mining and
irrigation ditches are seen everywhere,
winding like serpents around rocky
bluffs and along sunny slopes, at Inter-
vals furnishing extensive power plants.
Returning to Colfax, and resuming our
journey on the Central Pacific, we are
soon at Auburn, the
county-seat of Pla-
cer County, elevation
Placer County. 1360 feet. Popula-
tion of the county,
15,786; agricultural
lands, 298,000 acres;
grazing, 200,000; forest, 250,000. Like
Nevada County, Placer has its eastern
boundary in the high Sierras, and em-
braces the northern arm of the wonder-
fully beautiful Lake Tahoe, and the west-
em boundary is well down in the Sacra-
mento Valley. The railroad enters the
county at Summit — elevation 7,000 feet —
and in seventy miles Auburn is reached
by a grade of nearly 100 feet to the mile.
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It is a wonderful ride down this noble
mountain, and some marvelous engineer-
ing problems have found their early so-
lution in the construction of the road
at: it winds in and out of great canyons
and ^long the mountain slopes, where, on
the lower sides are steep declivities hun-
dreds of feet below. A famous instance
is Cape Horn, overlooking the Grand
Canyon of the American River. As one
descends the scenery becomes more
rugged and the towns more numerous.
The quaint old mining towns, with their
healthful climate ana sparkling mountain
water, are yearly becoming more noted as
summer resorts, while the mining indus-
try continues a prosperous one. A lit-
tle lower and one enters the fruit belt,
where citrus and deciduous fruits, nuts
and grapes flourish to a remarkable de-
gree, and mining is also a source of
wealth. Going still further, the travel-
er will leave the foothills and find more
sandy soil, rock quarries, and wheat
fields, while interspersed are numerous
thrifty orchards and vineyards. The
"Promised Land" described in Deutero-
nomy had many of the characteristics
of Placer County, if we may judge by
the following: "For the Lord thy God
bringeth thee into a good land; a land of
brooks of water, of fountains, and depths
that spring out of valleys and hills; a
land of wheat and barley, and vines and
fig trees, and pomegranates; a land of
olive oil and honey; a land wherein thou
Shalt not lack anything in it; a land
whose stones are iron, and out of whose
hills thou mayest dig brass." A writer
id the Sacramento Record-Union has
truthfully said: "The County of Placer
is probably the most favorably situated
of any foot-hill county in California. The
peculiar advantages this section pos-'
sesses over all others consist in these:
It has a soil that will raise all kinds of
temperate and some kinds of tropical
fruits. It has granite quarries containing
a character of rook in point of solidity
and lasting permanency unequaled in the
State. Its timber belt in the northern
part is practically inexhaustible. It has
potter-clay beds at Lincoln, which make
the best quality of terra-cotta ware, and
the most substantial bricks are made
here. The mining field Is extensive, and
a large portion of it has scarcely been
prospected. In size. Placer County is
somewhat larger than the State of Rhoae
Island. As to its resources the State
Mineialogist tersely says: 'The whole
Atlantic sea-board can hardly equal the
endless variety to oe found within the
borders of this small county, which
rivals Florida in the quality of
its oranges, excels New Jersey in
peaches, equals the New England States
ia its granite quarries, and compares
favorably with Maine in the quality of
its lumber.' " Characteristic of Placer
County around Newcastle, Auburn, and
Penryn, is the early ripening of fruit.
This region and Vaca Valley, Solano
County, are competitors for first fruit
shipments, 'i^e Newcastle oranges have
a distinct reputation East. I recently
met a gentleman residing in Lincoln, Ne-
braska, who told me that so long as he
could get them, he bought no oranges ex-
cept from Newcastle. As indicating the
diversity of Placer's productions, the
Assessor's office shows a considerable
quantity of cereals, live stock (30,000
head of sheep and 7,000 head of cattle
among them), large acreage in fruit trees
of all kinds, of which 10,000 acres are in
peaches; 1,200 in plums and prunes;
260 in olives; 220 in oranges; 1,200 in
table and raisin grapes, etc.; hops, 50
acres. The Assessor's figures are gener-
ally below the maximum. Extensive lum-
ber operations are carried on, and so
c^* mining. At Lincoln are large pottery
works, where are turned out quantities
oi drain and sewer pipe, flower-pots, tile,
ornamental, pressed and glazed brick,
terra cotta work of all description, and
i!) short nearly every design ornamental
and useful, that comes from a well-
equipped pottery supplied with ample
means and exceptionally flne quality of
clay. The granite quarries are an impor-
tant source of wealth to the county.
Indications lead to the opinion that
petroleum will be found in Western Pla-
cer, and wells are now being bored-
There are several large electrical plants
in the county. Irrigation is generally-
resorted to in the orchards. As a health
resort. Auburn has great favor, espec-
ially with those who suffer from kidney
or pulmonary troubles. The city is slt-
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uated on hills and vales — the latter 1000
feet elevation; the former 1,200 to 1,300.
No more picturesque situation can any-
where be found. An eminent German
writer, a resident of Minnesota, visited
the county not long since, and being so-
licited to give his unbiased impressions
replied in terms not only applicable to
Placer County, but substantially to the
whole valley. He said: "Once a year, in
the spring-time, every country in the
world has a few weeks of beauty; with
portunity to move into a winterless cli-
mate, and, my word for it, many of them
will be citizens of this State before an-
other year rolls round. Why should a
man," he very pertinently asks, "who
has small means, and is striving to rear
and educate a family of children, live in
Minnesota, Wisconsin, or Dakota, when
the same investment here would add
twice as much prosperity and happiness?
Why should he pass a four-months* win-
ter in-doors, burning expensive fuel.
Floating Pumping Plant. Pumping for Ir rigatlon on the Sacramento River.
you, however, it seems to be one per-
petual spring and summer, the distin-
guishing characteristics of the seasons
blend together In such a manner that
they come and go imperceptibly. I am
satisfied that my people will be satis-
fied with this country. They never have
lived in such a climate, they have never
had such opportunity to secure a cheap
home, they never before have had an op-
when at the same time h^ could be plow-
ing and sowing his grain in this section
in his shirt-sleeves, and his stock, instead
o£ being housed and fed frozen vegeta-
bles, be grazing on your green hillsides r
This seems like an over-drawn picture.
It is, you will admit, not overdrawn on
your side, and if you will spend next win-
ter with me in St. Paul, I will prove to
you that I am not putting it too strongly
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about my own section. Your lands are
cheap, your railroad facilities good, and
still extending, your fruits delicious, ana
your climate delightful." I invite careful
consideration of the points made by this
gentleman, for they must come home to
thousands of people in the East whom
we invite to come among us.
To show the distribution of the or-
chards in the county and the shipments
of fresh fruit in a single year, it has
been ascertained that for the season of
1900 there were sent East 1,640 car-loads
of 26,000 pounds each. In small lots by
local freight and express, 134 cars addi-
tional, making in all 1,774 car-loads, or
28,062 tons. Of the car-load shipments,
6 went from Lincoln, 11 from Roseville,
14 from Dutch Flat, 56 Colfax, 80 Auburn,
219 Penryn, 334 Loomis, and 920 from
Newcastle. But we must not longer re-
main In picturesque Placer.
A few hours from Auburn brings us co
the city of Sacramento, State capital,:—
population of the
county, 45,915; of
Sacramento County, the city, 29,282. Of
the 619,520 acres of
land in the county,
about t)00,000 are re-
ported as agricultural, the largest pro-
portion of any county in the group. The
land is generally level, excepting the
eastern and northeastern parts, which
are somewhat rolling. The Sacramento
river, the largest water-course in the
State, forms the west boundary from
north to south; the American River
crosses the upper portion of the county
from east to west; the Cosumnes River
runs through the eastern part, and on the
south is the Mokelumne River. It will
be seen that unlimited water supply is
given to this county; its utilization is
shown in part by the fact that 10,000
acres are in alfalfa (a plant requiring
plenty of water). About 40,000 acres In
the county are under irrigation. The di-
versified agricultural products are at-
tested by the following facts, as shown
by official reports: Cereals — wheat, acres,
108,000; barley, 13,800; oats, 92,000; com
980; hay, 62,000. Oilier Products— Ho^b,
1,800; asparagus, 1,000. TAve Stock —
Sheep, 23,300; cattle, 13,680; horses,
8,100; mules, 590; large dairying inter-
ests, including two creameries. Fruit —
Acres, apples, 72; apricots, 660; cherries,
141; figs, 41; peaches, 1,622; pears, 1,270;
prunes, 1,900; almonds, 640; walnuts,
33; oranges, 370; lemons, 41; wine grapes
11,470; raisin grapes, 700; table grapes,
7,200. Poultru — One of the few counties
in the valley in which poultry raising has
assumed any proportions; it is a large
and profitable industry; there are about
one million fowls in the county. Irriga-
tion is practiced on much of the fruit
lands, both upland and river bottoms.
The rivers and creeks run the whole year;
land is irrigated largely also by pump-
ing from wells; water in abundance is
found at the depth of 20 to 50 feet. Cost
ol water per annum per acre by ditch or
pipe line is: Vines, |3.00; deciduous trees,
14.00; citrus trees, |5.00. Lake Tahoe is
the chief mountain resort, 133 miles by
rail. All our mountain streams abound
la trout, and fine shooting is found in
all the counties — both large and small
game. In the Sacramento River are found
many food fishes — salmon being chief,
and running to its head-waters. Some
years ago shad were planted, and now
as high up as Red Bluff this delicious fish
may be had In quantities greater and at
prices cheaper than in the waters of
the Atlantic. In Sacramento county are
two thriving colonies — ^Pair Oaks and
Orangevale, where about 6,000 acres are
subdivided in small tracts. Small tracts
in other parts of the county are obtain-
able. Prices, owing to the central loca-
tion and quicker and larger local mar-
kets, are somewhat higher than in the
counties further north or than in Placer
or Nevada. Unimproved land is reported
to me at the following prices: Upland,
126.00 per acre; but land under water-
pipe system and possessing other advan-
tages sells for $50.00 to $150.00 per acre.
Fruit packing and canning is carried
on to a large extent in this county, prin-
cipally at Sacramento. In 1900 there were
packed in the county, 230,000 dozen cans
of fruit and 90,000 dozen cans of aspara-
gus. The growing of asparagus is ex-
ceedingly profitaole. There are three
lines bringing electrical power to the
Capital City, furnishing city lights and
supplying nearly all the industries in
the city. The horse-power generated is
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10,000. I quote from a pamphlet describ-
ing the resources of the county:
*'Water Power — On the American River,
2J miles northeast from the city of Sac-
ramento, is built a great dam, which is
the first attempt to introduce the use of
water-power upon a large scale within
the State. The dam is constructed en-
tirely of granite blocks, having a width
at the top of 24 feet, at the bottom 87
feet, a height of 89 feet, and 650 feet
long; stability, 7,979 tons. The power-
house to utilize this great force of nature
has six immense turbine wheels. This
power is transmitted to the city of Sac-
ramento as a propelling power for its
long-distance transmission, and supplies
arc and incandescent lights and day-
power. The rates for electric current are
probably lower at the present time in Sac-
ramento than anywhere else in the
world."
Natural gas has been developed and is
now being used in Sacramento for light
and fuel; indications of petroleum also
exist.
The Southern Pacific Company has ex-
tensive shops in this city, employing
three thousand men. Sacramento is the
largest city in the valley, and is a place
of much commercial importance, and as
the Capital of the State is a political
A Summer Camp near summit of Coast Range. Altitude 6,500 feet.
street-car system, and has been substi-
tuted for steam-power in mills and factor-
ies wherever available and desirable. An-
other source of power is the immense
storage system of che South Yuba Water
Company, in whose thirty-one reservoirs
oji the Divide and In the foot-hills of the
Sierra Nevadas, two billion cubic feet
of water are stored during the rainy sea-
son. Certain drops in altitude on the
canals, in the towns of Auburn and New-
castle, are utilized to develop power, by
pressure pipe lines and tangential wheels.
Of this the Central California Electrical
Company brings in 1,500 horse-power by
ctnter. It is called the "Convention
City," on account of its central location
making it popular as a place for holding
large assemblages. The State has at
the Capitol building an extensive miscel-
laneous library, and one of the best
law libraries in the Union. The public
buildings rank high architecturally, and
fairly express the civilization of our
State. The park surrounding the Capi-
tol is of great beauty, and is the pride
of the city. A large wholesale business
is done in the city, which is also the cen-
ter of a large general trade, and the city
is growing steadily in importance and
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wealth. Manufacturing is also carried on
here, probably more than in any other
city in the State, outside of San Fran-
cisco. It has an art gallery containing
a collection of paintings and other works
of art valued at over half a million dol-
lars, and with the gallery is connected a
school of design. Tne art gallery was the
gift of Mrs. E. B. Crocker.
The social, religious, and educational
advantages of the city are all that need be
desired. The general Government has
a building here which is a handsome edi-
fice, containing accommodations for the
Post-office Department, XT. S. Land Office,
Internal Revenue Department, and Uni-
ted States Weather Bureau. The loca-
tion of Sacramento (practically on tide-
water), the center of our railroad ays-
tom, in the neart of the most productive
region of the State, convenient for the
cheap utilization of electrical power, with
ample local capital and an enterprising
population — ^these combine to give rea-
sonable assurance that the city will be-
come one of the chief commercial and
manufacturing marts of the State. The
climate of Sacramento is substantially
the same as that of other parts of the
valley. James A. Barwick, Weather Bu-
reau Observer at this place, prepared the
following illustrative table for a long
period of years, including 1898:
Averag*
Winter
Temp
Average
Hpring
Temp.
AverafT^
Snni'er
Temp.
A verage
Ant'mn
T. mp.
FloreDce
Pisa
Genoa
Ban Remo
Mentone
Nice
Oannes
AveraRe in Italy
Average in Sacramento
Goumy
443
46.4
449
48 9
49 0
47 8
49 5
560
57.2
5«6
57.3
58 3
56 2
57 4
74.0
75 2
75 0
72 4
73 9
72 3
73 1
60.7
62.8
63.0
61.9
62.5
61 6
61.0
58.8
60.4
604
60.1
609
59 5
602
85
■ "26
23
218
214
229
85
20
47.3
57.3
73 7
61.9
60.0
85
20
220
47.0
60.0
75 0
61.0
61.0
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tOccurred but once in fifty-five year».
'Occurred but twice in fifty years— once in January, 1854. and once in January, 1888.
Aw showing what preponderance of clear sunshiny days is here enjoyed over the places
named below, reprpaenting the climite of e1ev<»n States' situated on the same I<ne of latitnde. as
also the record of lowest temperatures, the following table, compiled from official sources, has
been prepared :
Places.
It
5?
p a
3 9
c
^2.
50
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: a.
So
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Sacramento, Cal .
WaHbingmn, D. G.
New Y..rk. N. Y...
Colunbn*', O
Chicago. Ill
St. Louis. Mo
Cincinnati O
Philadelphia. Pa...
Baltimore, Md
llenipbi««, Tenn
Yicksburg. Miss...
Savannah. Oa
Louisville. Ky
Atlanta, Oa.
48
74
19
39
28
23
1185
238
68
35
78
— 5
21
38
31
9 52
H15
126
32
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22
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32
10 2.%
104
126
32
72
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13
32
4.'>
11.00
97
150
28
68
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21
36
33
6 56
108
186
34
74
-22
25
as
32
7 74
122
115
36
73
-17
18
31
41
1151
90
141
33
75
— 6
20
36
34
- 9 21
107
118
36
78
— 7
22
39
29
9f;4
108
133
43
79
-9
25
29
36
15 77
129
122
50
K3
— 1
24
31
35
16 f«
126
107
53
80
8
32
28
30
1000
121
120
37
78
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19
31
40
13 44
106
121
46
74
- 8
26
32
32
19 16
122
141
20
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It will interest the intending fruit grow-
er to know the rates of transportation to
the East. The carload rate is uniform
from all railroad points of shipment. I
give the figures in this connection once
for all:
Dried Fruit, minimum weight 24,000
pounds, Chicago, New York and Boston:
In boxes, $1.00 per hundred pounds
In sacks, $1.20 per hundred pounds.
Deciduous Fresh Fruits, carloads. Mini-
mum weight, 26,000 pounds:
To Chicago, $1.25 per hundred pounds
New York, 1.50 per hundred pounds
Boston, l.b6 per hundred pounds
Resuming our journey westward, we
cross the Sacramento River on a fine
steel combination
railroad and wagon
Yolo County. bridge, and find our-
selves at once in
Yolo County. For
several miles we pass through what are
known as tule lands, of which there are
about 100,000 acres in this county. These
lands are exceedingly rich and produc-
tive naturally, but being subject to the
overflow of the Sacramento River are
used mainly for grazing when the water
Is off. Plans for reclamation are pro-
jected, and doubtless ere long this fine
body of land will be added to the 400,000
rich agricultural lands of the county,
and will add many millions to its wealth
and thousands to its population. Add 150,-
000 acres of hill and mountain grazing
lands, and we have the area of the county
about 1017 square miles. Yolo is an ex-
ceptionally fine county. Let me cata-
logue some of its productions:
Wheat, 2o0,000 acres; barley and oats,
C0,000; hay, 20,000. Irrigation is prac-
ticed, as the 25,000 acres of alfalfa will
attest.
Hops, 1,000 acres; vegetables (includ-
ing the celery and asparagus beds), 5,000
acres.
Fruit Trees — 22,000 acres, of which 5,000
acres are almonds, probably much more
than in any other one county in the
State; 4,000 acres of oranges, lemons,
and olives, each of which thrives especi-
ally In Capay Valley; 2.500 acres vine-
yard, about equally divided between
wine, raisin, and table grapes.
Live fifforA-— Sheep, 30,000; cattle, 15,-
000; horses and mules, 8,500.
Dairy Industry — This industry is the
growth of about five years, a fact which
shows how reluctant our farmers have
been to adopt new methods of utilizing
soil and climate. Conditions here a:e
most favorable. Water is available for
irrigation, and alfalfa grows most lux-
uriantly, and yet through a long period
of depression in the prices of wheat the
Yolo farmer, as in all the other counties,
has been slow to adopt some substitute
for wheat culture. The growth of the
dairy industry has been greater around
Woodland than elsewhere in the county,
although an extensive creamery has been
found necessary at Knight's Landing. The
daily supply of milk at Woodland is 20,-
000 pounds and is increasing gradually.
A skimming station five miles north at
Cacheville has become an established in-
dustry, and here forty patrons deliver
their milk. In one year the Woodland
Creamery turned out 257,876 pounds of
butter, which averaged 22 cents per
pound for the year. I have not the figures
for the Knight's Landing Creamery, but
it is a close second to Woodland. To
illustrate the situation in the Sacramento
Valley, I frequently purchase Woodland
Creamery butter in Red Bluff, Tehama
County, where we should export, not im-
port, this article of home consumption.
Yolo is exceptional also in its attention
to the poultry industry, which is quite
extensive around Woodland and Winters.
There are about 2000 bee hives in the
county. Here again is one of the econ-
omies of the farm greatly neglected by
farmers. With every condition favorable
most of our honey comes from Southern
California.
Strawberries are becoming one of the
chief productions (in a limited way) and
are furnished to the market as late as
the middle of November. About 5,00u
acres of land suitable for fruit culture
are reported as available in small tracts
a*- from $20 to $150 per acre, unimproved.
Most of this land is near Winters (see
map), some in Capay Valley, and other
parts of Western Yolo.
Average winter temperature atthispoipt
i9 48.3 deerrees; summer. 77.7 degrees;
annual, 62.8 degrees; highest, 102 de-
grees; lowest, 20 degrees. Lowest rain-
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fall here in last ten years, 10.26 inches;
highest, 26.75; average. 16.59 — less here
than at Sacramento or the upper valley.
This portion of the county feels the in-
fluence of trade winds from the ocean —
hence the high temperature is less. In
Woodland there is a winery, an olive oil
pickling plant, and many fruit packing
establishments. The first raisins were
produced for the markets abroad, near
here, by Dr. R. B. Blowers — gone to his
rest, but of precious memory to all who
foity-five sections of land in the vicinity
of Woodland. A concrete dam across
Cache Creek is contemplated which will
greatly increase the supply. Excellent
sites for storage of water in reservoirs
have been located on the headd of the
streams. Pumping plants operating wells
for water are also resorted to with suc-
cess. In Capay Valley a large portable
pumping plant moves from point to [K)int
and raises water to the orchards from
Cache Creek. In this valley is located
A Date Palm, Butte County.
had the happiness to personally know
him.
Irrigation is practiced in this county
though not to the extent possible or
profitable. There is enough water in
Cache Creek and in other streams
in the county, taken from this source,
to irrigate 100,000 acres of land. The
chief irrigation system is the Moore's
Ditch, which passes through and touches
the Esparto Colony, fourteen miles west
of Woodland, reached by macadamized
roads and rail from Elmira. These lands
pre what was formerly known as the
Bonynge tract (about 2000 acres of the
Rancho Canada de Capay Grant). The lo-
cation is on Cache Creek, an important
stream, which is the only outlet of Clear
Lake. The lake country was formerly
volcanic, and the soil is composed of tne
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richest materials thrown out and mixed
together by heat and other forces of na-
ture— as we are told by an article writ-
ten by one of a party of scientists in the
employ of the United States Government
several years ago. This rich detritus has
been brought down by the spring floods
for ages through the narrow canyons of
the river, and as soon as the waters es-
caped from their confinement, spread out,
and this rich material has settled here,
and formed land that has no superior
for strength and productiveness.
The places sold have been planted with
all kinds of deciduous fruits. The orange
and lemon. make as good a showing as
the best localities in the State. Early
frosts are rare in the country around Es-
parto, so that the products are marketed
mnch earlier than in some other parts
of the valley. Clear Lake, of which Cache
Creek is the outlet, about forty miles dis-
tant from Esparto, at an elevation above
that point of 1640 feet (about thirty-eight
feet fall to the mile), is a large body
of water ten miles wide and thirty-five
miles long. This great water and elec-
tric power cannot long remain undevelop-
ed, and when the real development com-
mences, this part of the county will be
specially benefited. The Capay Valley
lies near the Coast Range of mountains,
along Cache Creek, and is an extremely
beautiful region. Perhaps this outline
sketch is as much as should be given
space to show the general conditions
of Yolo's industries.
We have many counties yet to visit,
and cannot linger in beautiful Yolo,
charming as nature has made it. Wood-
land is the county seat; the other towns
are Yolo. Winters, Blacks, Capay, and
Washington.
Resuming again our
Journey westward at
Solano County. Davisville, we enter
Solano County upon
crossing Putah
Creek, pass through Tremont, the brisk
town of Dixon, Bat a via, and are shortly
at Elmira. Before going on further to
the bay cities of Vallejo, Benicia, Fair-
field, and Suisun, we must make a short
excursion to Vaca Valley by a branch rail-
road line which leads through Vacaville,
Solano County, and on northwest through
Winters, Capay, terminating at Rumsey,
on Cache Creek, Yolo County. Look at
the map and notice the relation of this
country to this creek and to Clear Lake
(whose outlet is Cache Creek), not far
away, in Lake County, the Switzerland of
California. In many respects Solano
County possesses exceptional advantages,
chief among which are rich lands and
nearness and accessibility to the metrop-
olis of the Pacific Coast. It has tide-
water navigation at Suisun and Vallejo.
The principal towns are Vallejo, 8,000 in-
habitants; Benicia, 3,200; Vacaville,
1,350; Fairfield (the county-seat), and
Suisun. The county contains 24,143 in-
habitants. It will be seen from the map
that it has a frontage on San Pablo Bay
and Suisun Bay of many miles. Area of
county, 911 square miles, of which are
reported: 93,060 in wheat; 800 oats;
41,730 barley; 290 flax. Sugar beets,
2,750 acres.
The Fniit Industry is given in trees,
which, calculated at 100 to the acre,
gives: 3,086 acres of apricots; 379 cherry;
5? flgs; 3,087 peaches; 2,035 pears; 2,559
prunes; 984 plums; 973 almonds; 65
walnuts; 820 wine grapes; raisin and ta-
ble grapes, 318.
Live Stock — Given in values: Sheep,
$48,108; cattle, $202,965; horses, $51,812;
mules, 61,333; hogs, $10,580. Dairying
industry is somewhat developed along
the Sacramento River, and is increasing.
Poultry interests valued at $6,258. These
flgures are taken from the assessment
rcll, and fall, I think, much short of ac-
tual facts. Irrigation is not very much
practiced. There is a large body of tide
or tule lands in the county, used for cat-
tle grazing. Incidentally it may be men-
tioned that the game preserves on these
lands furnish flne shooting. There are
several packing houses at Suisun, Vaca-
ville, and Benicia; a cannery at Vaca-
ville; a tannery and extensive works for
manufacture of agricultural machinery
at Benicia, and here also are the Govern-
ment arsenal, and a military post. Most
of the storage warehouses for grain ship-
ments by sea are at Port Costa, opposite
Benicia. Fishing is quite an industry —
the salmon catch and other fishing in the
bays and along the Sacramento River am-
ounting to a considerable sum. The Gov-
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einment Navy Yard at Mare Island is in
tills county, and many of the artisans
there employed reside in Vallejo. This
splendid Governmental establishment,
constantly increasing in importance, is
a source of positive strength and wealth
to Solano County, and gives employment
to several thousand skilled artisans.
The Bay of San Francisco and its ac-
cessory bays, is of such magnitude and
possesses so much interest to anyone
who is looking toward California as a fu-
ture home, that I have given in these
pages a very fine representation of it.
The Bay Counties Power Company have
just made a successful test at Vallejo
of its long line for transmitting electri-
city, which is hereafter to be lighted
and furnished with power through this
means. The source of this power is
Yuba River, 120 miles distant from Val-
lejo. The line will be extended to the city
of Oakland, crossing the Straits of Car-
quinez at Benicia.
There are some delightful sub-valleys
in this county, where the fruit industry
in highly developed and which furnish
the earliest fruit for market. These val-
leys are openings in the rolling hills,
which constitute a distinctive feature of
the county. Suisun Valley is one of these,
but Vaca Valley is an especially notable
example. Not many years ago this charm-
ing nook of some 5,000 acres looking south-
east on to San Pablo Bay, but sheltered
by a range of hills on the west and
southwest, was a grain and stock farm.
It has undergone the same transformation
which occurred at Riverside, Fresno, and
some other places in the State, and now
there is a population of two or three thou-
sand, and hundreds of happy and pros-
perous families enjoy comfort and ease,
and many of them the luxuries of afflu-
ence, where cattle and sheep once roamed
unvexed. There are some lands in the
county open to purchase in small tracts
at $25 to $150 per acre.
We will now retrace our steps. Return-
ing to Sacramento, we take the cars for
Yuba County, pass-
ing through Lincoln,
Yuba County. in Placer County,
and Wheatland, in
Yuba County, and we shall see near Reed
as we go a large flourishing orange grove
of about 100 acres. Just coming into bear-
ing. We arrive at the city of Marysville,
the County-seat and one of the oldest and
most widely know cities in this part of
this State, with a population of 3,397»
more than one-third that of the county.
The other principal towns of the county
are Wheatland, on the railroad, 1,200
population; Smartsville, 500; Campton-
ville, 500; and Brown's Valley, 250, all
in the eastern part of the county. Marys-
ville is at the Junction of the Yuba River
with the Feather River, the latter being
the west boundary of the county. This
city, in its history, is associated with
some of the most striking incidents of
the earlier life in California, and has been
the home of many of the most prominent
men in the State. It has always had and
still has a commanding Influence in the
affairs of the Upper Sacramento Valley. It
has controlled quite an extensive Jobbing
trade in the mining regions, and in more
recent years has been the storm center
of the struggle between the hydraulic
miners and the farmers in the valley —
a struggle the bitterness of which I am
happy to say has in a large measure, if
not entirely passed away, and never in-
volved, I am also glad to state, any very
large portion of the valley people. It
i3 to the credit of our citizenship that in
spite of the great losses to the gravel
miner by the ultimate decisions of the
courts, he submitted to the mandate of
the law with a loyalty and grace, under
most trying circumstances, which must
challenge the admiration of his adver-
saries as it has had the commendation of
all good citizens. For many years there
has been in successful operation in Marys-
ville one of the best equipped woolen fac-
tories on the coast. Its output has found
sale in all parts of the Union, and to some
extent abroad. There are here two sash
and door factories; a cold storage plant
— capacity, 4,500 tons of ice per annum;
one fruit cannery, with an annual pack
of 150,000 cases; one flour mill, capacity
600 barrels per day; one foundry and two
machine shops. Population of the county.
8,620; area, 625 square miles. It Is boun-
ded on the north by Honcut Creek; on
the east by the high Sierras; on the south
by Bear River, and on the west by the
Feather. Yuba River and several of its
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tributaries traverse and drain the center
of the county. Water navigation is good
to Mary svi lie by Feather River from the
Sacramento. This advantage has made
the city a terminal point on the raFi-
road, which fact accounts in large part
for its commercial importance.
The low or bottom lands of the county
comprise about one-ninth of the county's
area. The plains stretch out to the foot-
hills, comprising a little over one-half
the whole area, the foot-hills about one-
sixth. Joining the mountains which make
ur the balance, or two-ninths. The ridges
of the foot-hills run north and south,
nearly parallel with the mountain chain:
and are interspersed with beautiful and
fertile valleys and slopes. The lands may
bo approximately classified as follows:
45,000 acres bottom agricultural land;
221,000 plain agricultural land; 35,000
acres foot-hill, also agricultural; total
agricultural, 301,000 acres; 60,000 acres
grazing land and 39,000 acres forest and
mining land. Wheat, barley, and oats
approximate 180,000 acres; two-thirds
wheat, one-sixth barley, and one-sixth
oats; field corn, 2,000 acres; alfalfa, 4,000
acres; hops, 1,000 acres; potatoes, 600
acres; vegetablie gardens, 300 acres.
Fruit Industry — About 2,000 acres de-
ciduous fruits, besides many acres of
nuts — ^almonds and walnuts. There is
room for great expansion in fruit culture
in this county. There are 600 acres of
orange and lemon groves and 300 acres
of olives. Orange culture has reached
the point of providing a considerable
export trade in car-load lots. There are
about 500 acres of wine grapes in the
county.
Lire Stock — 40,000 sheep; 9,000 horses;
4,000 mules. Stock run on the grazing
lands throughout the winter months,
with no other food and no protection.
Dnit'tfinp — One creamery at Marysville
and one at Wheatland, and one cheese
factory at the latter place. As in most
other counties, poultry is neglected, the
farmer and dweller in the towns looking
abroad for chickens an'l eggs.
The bottom lands along the rivers are
not irrigated, being very moist, rich land.
Hifrher lands are irrigated to consider-
able extent. There are four large irri-
gating systems in the county: Brown's
Valley Irrigation District has water for
20,000 acres; irrigates 3,000 acres. The
Excelsior Ditch about the same capac-
ity and irrigates about the same acre-
age. The Campbell Ditch, capacity 5,000
acres, and irrigates 500 acres. The South
Feather vv^ater Company, capacity 10,000
acres; irrigates 1,000 acres. It will be
seen that the ditch systems in this county
are quite extensive, and their capacity
much greater than any usq made of them.
When we witness the scramble for
water in the lower part of the State,
and observe how every gallon is carefully
conserved and used in the most efficient
manner, it is amazing that so little heed
i^ paid to Irrigation in the north, where
water is so abundant, and the lands gen-
erally strong and rich, and so capable
o? producing much more valuable crops
than they do now. In Yuba County water
can be had for $2.50 to $5.00 per acre,
for the irrigating seasoii. There are re-
ported 20,000 acres at present open to
purchase in small tracts, at prices from
$15 to $40 per acre.
There is a saw mill at CamptonvlUe —
capacity, 100,000 feet per day. Another
at Oregon Hill — capacity, 40,000 feet per
day.
At Brown's Valley there are quartz
mines whose gold output is about $20,000
per month, with an operating expense of
about $8,000. Quartz mills are also In
operation at Smethurst's Place, at Indi-
ana Ranch, Brownsville, and other places.
Some hydraulic mining is carried on at
Smartsville, and some sluice and drift
mining. Dredger mining also on Bear
River.
Crossing the Feather River at Marys-
ville, you pass me boundary line between
Yuba County and
Sutter County, and
Sutter County, enter Yuba City, the
county-seat, the twin
of its companion,
Marysville, separated only by the Feather
River, but bound together by a fine
bridge, by a street-car line, and by so-
cial and business ties even stronger.
These two cities and counties are
F^o closely allied, and their interests
are so interwoven that we think and
speak of them as one. The railroad runs
through the northeastern portion of Sut-
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ter, passing the towns of Lomo and Live
Oaks, after crossing to the west side of
the Feather. The Marysville Buttes rise
abruptly out of the middle of the valley,
at the northern part of the county, about
midway between the Feather and the Sac-
ramento, and present one of the most
striking and interesting features of the
general landscape. They reach a height
ol 1,200 feet. The slopes furnish fine
pasture, and around the base lie the rich
lands of Sutter. The county is bounded
on the west by Butte Creek and the Sac-
ramento Kiver, and on the east by the
Feather. Butte County is the north boun-
dary, and at the south the east and west
county boundaries converge at the junc-
tion of the Sacramento and Feather
Rivers. The area is 611 square miles —
about the same as its twin — Yuba County.
Sutter county is the only one lying
wholly in the Sacramento Valley, and ex-
cepting the Buttes all the land is level.
Of the 391,000 acres, about 125,000 acres
are tule, or lands which overflow, but
when reclaimed by levees are of nearly
Inexhaustible fertility. These tule lands
lie between the Feather and Sacramento
at the south end of the county. Some
ten or fifteen thousand acres of these
lands in the northern portion have been
reclaimed, and are exceedingly produc-
tive. Irrigation is deemed unnecessary
on most of the lands in Sutter, and
successive crops of alfalfa each year are
produced without applying water arti-
ficially— the roots reaching sub-surface
moisture in abundance. The population
of the County is 5,886, and generally the
lands are not in large holdings.
Wheat growing is more profitable here
than in most counties, on account of the
yield per acre and less expense in plant-
ing— 40 to 50 bushels being not an unus-
ual yield.
Large quantities of vegetables are pro-
duced on the rich lands of Sutter, and
hops are largely grown.
Horticulture — which means fruit grow-
ing with us — has become of leading im-
portance, tne crop being quite certain
and very abundant. The Briggs peach
orchard is celebrated throughout the fruit
mowing world, and it was here that
fruit growing for market was early intro-
duced. In Sutter County the celebrated
Thompson seedless grape was propa-
gated, from which the best seedless rai-
sins are made. This is one of the most
prolific bearers of all grape vines, and at
tbis time probably the most profitable. It
is a small white grape, entirely seedless,
growing in huge clusters, very compact
on the stem; matures early and evenly;
yields from ten to fifteen tons to the acre,
easily cured, making a pound of raisins
from three and one-half pounds of grapes;
the fruit is delicious to eat fresh from the
vine.
Much of the fruit grown in the County
goes to the Marysville canneries; large
shipments are made of fresh fruit to the
Eastern States and to San Francisco,
and a large quantity dried. Estimated
acres in cereals, 120,000; acres in fruit,
5,000; hops, 125; garden, 2,000; oranges,
25; grapes, 500.
Live stock raising is also among the in-
dustries of the county and is conducted
more on the system in vogue in the
Eastern States than in other counties,
and the animals are generally of a su-
perior quality.
Sutter is the only county in the group
where local option has banished the liq-
uor traffic. The few people in Sutter who
have the lingering appetite for strong
drink, must go to Marysville for their
tipple. Whether this fact adds to the
business of the street car line I am un-
able to say — probably, — well I will not
guess.
All in all, this is a county whose popu-
lation compares favorably with any in
the State, socially and morally. The
schools are good and the people law-
abiding, industrious and progressive. The
tax-rate is among the lowest in the State,
and there are few delinquent tax-payers.
For an examination of Butte County,
the visitor should lirst see Oroville, going
by rail from Marys-
ville, passing thro'
• Butte County. Honcut and Palermo.
He may then return
to Marysville by
rail, resuming his journey by the South-
ern Pacific Company's line, leading to
Portland, Oregon, which takes him
through the towns of Gridley, Biggs, Nel-
son, Durham, to the beautiful town of
Chico. He will find much to interest
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him in this county — ranking fifth of the
group we are examining in population,
tliird in assessed valuation. Area, 1773
square miles, ranking third after Shasta
and Tehama in size. Population, 17,117.
Principal towns, Chico, 2,640, with a sub-
urban population of 1,000, where is loca-
ted a State Normal School; Oroville, the
county-seat, 2,237; Biggs, estimated, 850;
Giidley, 850; Palermo, 500; Honcut, 400;
Cherokee, 400; Forbestown, 400; Ther-
malito, 500.
The State Normal School at Chico
ninety per cent are known to have been
in the employ of the State and over
seventy-five per cent are now so em-
ployed. The school offers a four year
course for graduates of the ninth grade,
a two year course for graduates of ac-
c^'edited High Schools, and a two year
course for preparation of kindergarten-
ers. It is essentially a school for the
training of teachers.
The Normal building is situated a few
rods from a mountain stream, near the
center of a campus of eight acres. The
campus is ornamented with a magni-
ficent growth of trees and flowers and
equalled by only a few of the vast
A Summer Camp near Summit of Coast Range, altitude 6500 feet.
deserves more than passing mention, as
it is the principal educational institu-
tion in the Sacramento Valley. It was
established by act of Legislature in
1887, and opened in September, 1889,
ec rolling a total of 110 pupils the first
year. I quote from a letter by Presi-
dent C. C. Van Liew:
"The enrollment in 1899-1900 was 377.
During the past four years there has
been an increase in the total work of
the institution of over fifty per cent.
Up to January, 1901, the school had
graduated 366 teachers. Of these over
l)roperties owned by the State. The
building is a fine modern structure of
twenty-eight rooms, finished in white
cedar and equipped with physical, chem-
ical and biological laboratories, librar-
ies, apparatus and materials for
thorough and efficient work in all de-
partments.
In addition to its functions as a re-
pository for scientific and historical col-
lections the museum at this normal is
both a laboratory and a workshop. It
is a place in which a large share of the
microscopic work, dissecting, science,
reading, study, and recitations are car-
ried on. It contains six alcoves nearly
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30 feet square, and a corridor between
the cases, 80 feet for dissecting tables.
The alcoves ate used for recitation
rooms, workshops, offices, library, and
study tables. One room has been es-
pecially fitted up for projection work,
photo-microscopy, and photo-micro-
graphy.
The museum already contains a large
number of valuable specimens In all
lines of science, a large share of which
were mounted by students.
The library consists of over 8,900 vol-
umes selected, classified and arranged
for the convenience of the work in the
various departments, free access to
the shelves is allowed, with the object
Ic view of encouraging students to be-
come familiar with books and methods
of library investigation.
The "Normal Record" is a monthly
Journal managed by the students. Its
contents are largely contributed by the
students, and its business management
rests in their hands, so that it offers
eiLcellent opportunities for training in
journalism and the conduct of business.
In addition to this, it aims to serve its
readers with reading matter of value,
and to be a medium of thought-exchange
between students, alumni, and faculty.
There are a Young Men's and a Young
Woman's Normal Debating Society,
which are doing very active and effic-
ient work in practical training of their
members for public speaking. During
the spring of 1900, a series of medal-
contests were held, which greatly stim-
ulated tlie growth and interest in the
work of these societies. These will
probably be continued in the future.
Finally the students maintain two re-
ligious organizations, — ^the Young Wo-
men's Christian Association, and the
Young People's Christian Temperance
Union. The character of the school is
ic part sustained by the spirit of these
associations.
The Training School Is open to the
children of Chico and vicinity, or to any
who wish to make special preparation
for the Normal course.
About two miles from Chico the State
maintains a Forestry Station of forty
acres, a donation from General Bidwell.
For the past ten years experiments have
been made in the planting of trees to
determine what varieties are best suited
to this soil."
Butte County lies on the eastern side of
the Sacramento valley, and upon the
western slope of the Sierra Nevada moun-
tains— extending from the Sacramento
River on the west to the summit of the
most westerly range of the Sierras oh
the east, and Is divided Into level valley,
rolling foot-hill land, and rugged moun-
tains, about equal parts. The valley por-
tion is level, devoted mainly to growing
grain. The central portion, rolling land»
rises gradually into low foothills, the rise
continuing graduany toward the high
mountains on the east. The characteris-
tics of these mountains as elsewhere is
that they are deeply cut by canyons,
where swift streams plunge madly over
rocky beds with innumerable water-falls.
The scenery of Eastern Butte is grand
and beautiful beyond description, and on
these mountains coniferous foresta
abound. The principal mountain stream
1 3 the Feather River, with which we be*
came acquainted In Yuba and Sutter
counties, and which is altogether one of
the most important rivers in the State»
draining as It does, with its tributaries^
about 4,000 square miles, and carrying
in its bed to the valley at its lowest stage^
water estimated at 100,000 miners' inches^
(A miner's inch is that quantity of water
which will flow through an aperfure one
inch square under a four-inch pressure
each minute — ^about nine and one-half
gallons.) Butte and Chico Oreeka
are also important streams in this county,,
and furnish water for irrigation and for
developing electrical power. Probably
two-thirds of the land in the County may
be classed as agricultural, and in many
parts of the mountains there is more^
or less land under cultivation. Timothy
grass is a valuable crop in mountain val^
leys, and the lumbering and other opera-
tions in that region furnish ready mar-
ket at good prices for mountain products.
Over one-third, and less than one-half^
of the land in the county is under culti^
vation, and nearly all the land not culti-
vated is grazed. The mountains are-
heavily forested — the commercial wooda
growing at elevations between 2,000 feet
and 5,000 feet.
Cereals — About 320,000 acres are de-
voted to grain growing; Alfalfa — lOOO
acres; Hemp— 500 acres, very profitably
grown on the Feather River bottom landa
near Biggs and Gridley. The hemp plant
grows luxuriantly, attaining a height
of from 12 to 14 feet, and the fibre is ex-
cellent. Specimens may be seen in the
exhibition rooms of the State Board ot
Trade in San Francisco. There are
thousands of acres adapted to the sugar-
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beet in this county, as ia many others,
but as yet attention has not been given
to this valuable production.
Live Stock— Cattle, 11,035; hogs, 6,041;
mules, 2.604; horses, 3,783; sheep, 33.319;
goats, 919. (Figures taken from assess-
ment books.)
Mr. W. A. Beard of Oroville has ans-
wered my formulated questions sent out
to all the counties. I quote him as fol-
lows upon matter not already mentioned :
"Area devoted to fruit estimated at
20,000 acres. Deciduous fruits are grown
both in the valley, foothill and mountain.
Several thousand acres are devoted Xo
these fruits along the Feather River be-
low Oroville, near Biggs and Gridley, and
in the neighborhood of Chico and Dur-
ham.
Smaller orchards ranging from a few
acres to some hundreds of acres are
found in the foothill^ region. In the
higher mountains orchards are usually
of a few acres each, and the apple is
the staple crop. Paradise, situated high
enough to be considered in the moun-
tains, has an extensive" area devoted to
fruit, which include the olive, prune and
peach. Acres of oranges and lemons, es-
timated, 5,000; acres of olives, estimated,
1,000. Oroville, Palermo, and Therma-
lito are the principal orange and olive
growing districts. Shipments from Oro-
ville and Palermo depots from which very
nearly all of the oranges are shipped,
for the present season up to this date,
December 27th, are about 375 car-loads.
The total shipments for the season will
probably be 450 carloads. Grape
industry is not extensive. We import
butter. Several car-loads of poultry,
principally turkeys, shipped each year.
Few bees are kept for commercial pur-
poses; we import honey.
Irrigated area estimated at 8,000 acres,
as follows: By ditch, 6,000 acres; by
pumping from river, 2,000 acres; by wells,
40 or 50 acres. • ♦ ♦ Irrigation by water
pumped from wells is used but little, prin-
cipally in the neighborhoods of Honcut,
Biggs, and Gridley. Wells are from
twenty to thirty feet deep. The flow
of water is generous. Water is pumped
by steam and gasoline engines and by
electrical power. Irrigation is practiced
most largely in connection with fruit
growing, but other crops are also grown
by this meaqs, especially in the foot-
hills. Alfalfa is grown both with and
without irrigation. • ♦ ♦ Ditch compan-
ies charge for their water from ten to
twelve and one-half cents per miner's
irch. Where land is irrigated by the
acre the charge is $3.00 per season.
Butte nas one health resort, Richard-
son's Springs, situated near Chico. These
natural springs have been found to be
veiy beneficial to those suffering from
many chronic complaints. Near Oroville.
Judge John C. Gray has a spring of
mineral water, the waters of which are
bottled and* sold in Oroville and else-
where. From estimates and Information
gathered from various sources, I judge
there are about 12,000 acres of good
land now on the market in lots of from
five to eighty acres, at prices ranging
from $15.00 to $100.00 per acre, accord-
ing to location. Much of this land is
uEder existing ditch systems, and some
of the cheapest is very desirable land,
Suitable for growing oranges, olives and
deciduous fruit, the distance from the
railroad being its only drawback.
Lumbering Is an important industry
in Butte and will be for many years to
come. Vast forests of fine timber clothe
the slopes of the Sierras. The largest
sawmill in the county is that of the
Sierra Lumber Company near West
Branch. Lumber is flumed from this mill
to Chico, where the company h^s exten-
sive yards and planing mills. Two hun-
dred and ufty men are employed by the
company. Total cut of the season just
closed was 12,000,000 feet. There are a
number of smaller mills in the county,
and total cut. of past season was prob-
ably near 20,000,000 feet. ♦ • • The plan-
ing mill and box factory at Chico does a
big business In fruit boxes and trays both
for local market and for shipping to other
parts of the State.
The Chico Cannery, the only one on
which I have figures, did not run to its
full capacity this year, but it employed
at busiest time 543 people, a large pro-
portion of whom were women and child-
ren, and packed during the season
1,128 tons of fruit. This cannery paid out
during the season just closed: for labor,
$20,470.24; for fruit, $38,152.62.
Olive pickling is an extensive industry.
There are a number of pickling plants
at Oroville, Palermo, Thermalito, Biggs,
and Wyandotte, ranging in capacity from
a few hundred to many thousands of
gallons, The greater part are owned by
orchardlsts, a few by people who make
the curing of olives their business. The
output of pickled olives this year will
be in the neighborhood of 100.000 gallons.
All these olives are pickled in their
ripe state and are all sold and consumed
In the State.
Olive oil is manufactured to a consider-
able extent. Several mills are owned by
orchardists who grind their own berries
an 'I extract the oil, and there are custom
mills at Oroville and Palermo. The out-
put for 1900 was about 2,500 gallons
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There are three flour mills in the
county, at Chico, Oroville and Durham.
The Chico plant is one of the largest and
finest in the valley. It has a capacity
of 200 barrels, and it is operated by elec-
tricity, generated by water power fifteen
miles away. The Oroville fiour mills
are operated by water power applied
direct and have a capacity of 130 barrels
per day.
Butte has a paint mine and paint mill.
* • • Yellow ochre, Venetian red, brown
metallic, umbre and sienna are produced.
The ore carries free gold in sufficient
quantities to pay the expenses of mining.
Cement has been discovered near
Pentz and tested by experts who pro-
nounce it equal to the best Portland ce-
ment.
The oil-mining excitement has reached
Butte County and two wells are being
bored at the present time, one near Chico,
and the other near Oroville.
The mountain streams afford excellent
opportunities for establishing power
plants. The Butte County Electric Power
and Lighting Company, with its plant on
Butte Creek, is now generating daily 1,200
horse power, and is selling its power to
mining dredgers on Feather River below
Oroville and furnishing power to light
the city of Chico, to run the Chico flour
mill and other machinery in that vicin-
ity. The company is now disposing of
about 800 horse power, and will shortly
furnish to the Biggs & Colusa Power
Company 600 horse power to be used in
propelling machinery, pumping water for
irrigation and drainage and lighting pur-
poses. Contracts have been let for ad-
ditional dynamos and generators to gen-
erate 2,000 additional horse power. The
machinery is expected to be installed
and in active operation by May 1, 1901.
Companies using this power to operate
their dredgers speak of it in the highest
terms. Power from the Bay Counties
Power Company's plant is also used to
operate dredgers near Oroville. The
plant is situated in Yuba County.
Mining has always been one of the im-
portant industries of this county.
The greatest interest is being taken
just now in the mining dredgers oper-
ating on Feather River near Oroville.
The first successful gold dredge began
In the spring of 1898. The company
which built the first machine now has
three in operation. There are nine dred-
gers at work at the present time; two
are building and almost complete, while
four more have beeil planned for and will
probably be under construction soon.
Good common schools under one of the
best State systems in the Union. Num-
ber of public school districts, 76; number
of teachers, 114; number of school child-
ren, school age, 4348; two high schools;
cne State Normal School at Chico.
Orange groves are in all valley parts
of the county, and up to an altitude ot
1,000 feet.
The olive grows in the valley and foot-
hill portions, and as high as ISOO feet
above sea level. It bears heavily.
There are three creameries, one each
at Chico, Oroville and Biggs, all idle
because farmers will not patronize them.
Good land can be had at $15 per acre,
five or six miles from the railway under
ditch. (This must be foothills more or
less covered with timber and chaparral.
No good bottom land can be bought at
this price.— N. P. C.)
Snow falls in the mountain regions
sometimes to a depth of ten or twelve
feet at the higher altitudes. Within
twenty miles of the orange orchards at
Oroville snow falls every year, and
strange as it may seem, the greater the
snow-fall the better for the orang^e in-
dustry. To the heavy snow-fall is due in
part the abundant summer supply of
water. Along the lower edge of the snow
line it melts rapidly, but at higher alti-
tudes, it lies on the ground much of the
summer, and, melting gradually, adds
to the water supply.
To home-seekers Butte County offers
all the advantages of cheap land, abun-
dant water already diverted and ready
for use, of equitable climate, good schools
and social advantages. The opportuni-
ties she offers to those who would till the
soil or delve for minerals are unsur-
passed."
Mr. Beard's enthusiasm for his county
is characteristic of Californians, but it is
fully Justified. What he says, however^
applies not alone to Butte County, but is
equally true with slight variations in all
the counties. It is because in describing
Butte he is describing other portions of
the valley that I have quoted from him
so fully.
It should be added that the large and
beautiful rancho, near Chico, formerly
belonging to General Bidwell (now de-
ceased), is being sub-divided into small
tracts for sale to settlers, and so also is
the Wilson rancho next north of the Bid-
well property.
The west side of the
valley is bisected by
Colusa County. the Southern Pacific
Company's railroad
which leaves the-
main line at Davisville, Yolo County, and
unites with the road traversing the east
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side, at Tehama, and thence continues to
Oregon.
Colusa County lies nearly west of
Sutter County. Some of its lands
are on the east side of the river. Popu-
lation, 7,346. Chief towns: Colusa, the
county-seat, situated on the Sacramento
River, reached by narrow gauge line from
Colusa Junction, has population of 1490,
and with its extensions, 2200; Maxwell,
400; Williams, 500; Arbuckle, 550, on
main line of railroad. From Colusa Junc-
tion, the narrow gauge railroad runs west
to the foothill town of Sites. Area of
county 1,150 square miles. The eastern
portion of the county — a little over one-
half its area — lies along the western bor-
der of the Sacramento Valley, and is rich
in natural resources and beautiful in its
scenery. The western portion consists
o* foothills and mountains, interspersed
with small lovely valleys for which na-
ture has done much and man but little.
Agricultural land, 450,000 acres; grazing,
256,000, and mountain, 30,000. The agri-
cultural lands are devoted to: Wheat,
180,000 acres; barley, 59,500; oats, 1,000;
corn, 1,500; hay, 8,000; alfalfa, 3,000;
sugar beets, 1,000, showing high per cent
of sugar and purity; vegetables, 500
acres.
Fruit Industry — ^Not greatly developed;
about 1,500 acres of deciduous fruits; cit-
rus fruits, 40 acres; oranges apparently
do well. 500 acres raisin grapes; 40
acres wine and 20 acres table grapes.
Live Stock— Cattle, 8.150; hogs, 20,350;
sheep, 17,000; angora goats, 1,000; mules,
3,250; jacks, 27; horses, 4,286, as shown
on assessment roll.
Dairying — 3 creameries. Poultry inter-
ests considerably developed.
The bottom lands along the river are
protected from overflow by levees, and
these in turn furnish opportunity for
winter irrigation from the river when
above its natural banks. Probably 5,000
acres are thus treated. Several creeks
flow into the county from the Coast
Range during part of the year, on the
heads of which storage reservoirs could
be constructed. Water can be had by
digging at depths from 12 to 20 feet along
the river, and from 20 to 80 feet along
the plains, and in the foothills. The
cheapest irrigation is from the river as
above described, costing about 10 oen
per acre; by pumps the cost is from ^±A
t) $5.00 per acre. In this county ai
several healing springs, which are a^ls
used more or less as summer resort
Blanks' Sulphur Springs, 27 miles soul]
west from Williams; temperature <
water, 108 degrees, and about X,5C
feet elevation; Wilbur Hot Sulptiv
Springs, one mile from Blank's Spring
temperature, 140 degrees, used locally fo
medicinal purposes; both these spring
highly recommended for rheumatisix
catarrh, etc.; Frost's Springs in the nortt
western part of the county, 35 miles f ron
Sites; excellent for stomach troubles
elevation, 1,700 feet; Cook*B Springs, 2i
miles from ;b.^es in Indian Valley, middle
western part of county, 1,500 feet eleva
tion. The water is charged with sulphur
carbonic acid gas, carbonates of soda
magnesia, iron and calcium and has a tem-
perature of 60 to 70 degrees. 100.000 gal-
lens of this water are shipped away an-
nually to all parts of the world. It is bot-
tled at the spring.
In the county, there are about 2,000
acres reported suitable for fruit or any
other crop, purchasable in small tracts
at $30 to $50 per acre, improved. At Co-
lusa is a large roller flour mill; one snoial]
saw mill in western part of county. The
east slope of the Coast Range does not
contain much commercial timber,
though it is heavily forested. Large
and valuable stone quarries are in the
foothills, from which all parts of the
State draw. The new ferry depot and
the band stand in Golden Gate Park,
San Francisco, are built from this stone,
taken from the quarries of the Colusa
Sandstone Company, and are both monu-
ments of architectural beauty. The prin-
cipal mineral product (other than stone)
is quicksilver. Strong indications exist
Ot petroleum in the southwestern por-
tion of the county, and two oil wells at
this time are being sunk.
Wages do not differ much throughout
the valley. The rates given for this
county are not far from the wages paid
elsewhere, and may be given here once
for all: Farm hands, $25 to $30 per month,
1*1 harvest time, $1.50 to $4 per day; oi>
chard hands, $25 to $30 per month: per
day, $1.25; all the above with board, or
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and pumping plant sub-Irrigation used on orchard and vineyard. 4. Main street, look-
ing west. Woodland, Cal. 5. Old-style power almond huller, Davlsville. 6. Sled and
fibeet combined for gathering almonds, Davlsville. 7. Scene on Cache Creek, near Es-
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$1.75 in orchards without board. Picking
and canning fruits for drying are paid for
by the box, and the operators, generally
women and children, for cutting, earning
from $1.00 to $2.00 per day. Mechanics
get $2.50 to $4.00; masons, $4.00 to $5.00;
plasterers, $4.00 to $5.00; blacksmiths,
$2.00 to $3.50; printers, union wages;
machinists and engineers, $3.50 to $5.00;
stone cutters, $4.50 to $5.00 (union) ; gen-
eral laborers, $1.50 to $2.00; all above
board themselves. Highest temperature,
at Colusa, 105 degrees; lowest, 21 de-
grees; average number clear days, 242;
fair days, 74; cloudy, 49.2; rainfall, low-
est, 10.5 inches; highest, 33.8; average,
19.67. Inches.
One of the peculiarities of the foothill
region of this and Glen County, next north,
are parallel valleys formed by streams
coursing north and south, but shut off
from the main valley by ranges of rolling
hills. Examples : Bear Creek has its source
in the western portion of the valley,
flows south, and empties into Cache Creek
in Yolo County. Along its course is Bear
Valley, ten miles long and nearly two
miles wide, elevation 1500 feet Here
i« room for many attractive homes; the
soil is very productive. Indian Valley,
next in Importance, lies alofig Indian
Creek, which rises in the southern end
of the county, runs north and empties
into Stony Creek in Glenn County. Fine
crops of all kinds of grain and fruits are
raised in this valley. In this valley are
Cook's Springs. Antelope Valley lies
east of Indian Valley, and courses north
and south, and terminates near Sites. The
land will produce anything that grows in
California; a valuable salt lake or de-
posit was discovered here by General
Bldwell in 1843. These valleys lie west
of the main body of valley land, and can-
not be seen from the railroad, as they
are shut out by intervening parallel hills.
The oil industry in this county, though
it is as yet only partially developed,
eeems to be a very promising one. Par-
alfine is the base of the oil product of
Colusa, and, as the fields, so far as they
have been discovered, are only twenty
miles from river transportation, and half
that distance from the railroad, they may
be said to be right in the market. Oil
lands so favorably situated are exception-
&bly valuable.
Glenn County was tak-
en from tne north side
Glenn County, of Colusa County, a
few years since, and
its county-seat estab-
lished at Willows, a busy town of 1,480
inhabitants. Colusa lost 1,248 square
miles by Glenn's secession. Other
towns in the county besides Willows are:
Orland, 530, and Germantown on the rail-
road north of Willows; Elk Creek, 300,
on Stony Creek; Butte City, 160, on the
Sacramento River; Fruto, on a branch
railroad west of Willows. The county
has an area of 1,248 square miles, and a
population of 5,510. I am indebted to Mr.
Frank S. Reager, superintendent of
schools at Willows for a report which I
copy as giving a succinct statement of
general facts relating to the county:
"The western portion of Glenn County
is in the high mountains, the summit
-being the boundary; next to these comes
about fifteen miles of foothills thickly
set with little valleys of wonderful fer-
tility; then comes the valley proper,
whicii is about twenty miles wide from
hills to river. Glenn County has about
45,000 acres of very rich land on the east
side of the river in the neighborhood of
Butte City. The valley land is level, ex-
cept for the general slope to the south-
east. The elevation of these valley
"plains" is about 2b0 feet on the northern
boundary, and about 115 on the southern,
28 V^ miles farther south.
About 500,000 acres of agricultural land,
175,000 acres of grazing, and 124.000
acres of forest land. Wheat. 400,000
acres; barley, 100,000 acres; alfalfa, 400
acres; about 100 acres are devoted to
market gardening. 700 acres are devoted
to deciduous fruit trees, about half to
prunes, one-fourth to peaches, and bal-
ance to apricots, pears, and almonds.
Oranges, lemons, and olives are to be
found in door-yards in every part of the
county. About 100 acres in orchard have
been set to these trees about Orland.
Table grapes, 50 acres.
Live Stock — 50,000 sheep; 7,000 cattle;
3.000 horses; 3,500 mules, and 10,000
hogs.
Conditions for dairying are very fa-
vorable, but there are not enough cows
milked to supply the local demand. There
is a creamery at Willows, but it has
never operated, as it was impossible to
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get the milk. (What a commentary! 7,000
cattle in this rich county, and the farmer
buying his butter elsewhere! — N. P. C).
About 3,000 chickens are kept on the
farms. About 40 tons of turkeys are an-
nually shipped, principally from Orland
and Fruto. No bees are kept except a few
stands at various farms. Opportunities
are splendid in this line.
During the summer of 1900 about 600
acres were irrigated by ditches from
Stony Creek, about 100 acres by pump-
ing from Sacramento River, and about
40 acres by pumping from wells. About
one-third of the deciduous fruit orchards
are irrigated, and all the orange and
lemon. All the lands of the county are
excellent for irrigation. Stony Creek
is the only stream from the mountains
flowing through the county to the river.
In the late fall it has furnished but little
water to the irrigators on the plains, al-
though those in the foothill valleys along
its course have had water enough, as
has everybody in the spring and early
simimer. However, a great deal of work
is now being done on the lower ditches,
and we expect better results hereafter.
Few streams anywhere offer better facili-
ties for the storage of water than this
one does. The Geological Survey has
just completed its investigations along
Stony Creek, and reports many excel-
lent reservoir sites, three of which were
carefully measured with the following
results: Briscoe reservoir, with a capac-
ity of 14,630 acre-feet, can be constructed
at a total cost of $122,000; East Park,
capacity 25,000 acre-feet, cost $165,400;
Millsite, capacity 45,750 acre-feet, cost
$698,000. This cost includes a liberal es-
timate for land damages.
There is an inexhaustible supply of
water underground, at a depth of
from twelve to thirty feet in all parts
of the valley lands. At Orland, one well
in which the water stands at 20 feet,
furnishes 18,000 gallons per hour through-
out the irrigating season. There are
several other wells there that furnish
smaller pumps. The water is raised by
wind-mill, horse-power, and gasoline
engines. By wind-mill is about as
cheap as buying from the ditch, but the
small element of uncertainty has caused
several more expensive plants to be in-
stalled.
By gasoline the cost is about double
that of buying from the ditch company,
which charges $2.50 per acre for the sea-
son.
The mountains on the west abound
with delightful camping grounds, and are
filled with summer visitors. Alder
Springs is the only one that is fitted for
the accommodation of guests without
tents and camping outfits. Many of the
Glenn County people prefer to cross the
summit into Mendocino and Lake coun-
ties. Tuscan Springs, Bartlett Springs,
Cook's Springs,Wilber Springs, ana Rich-
ardson's Springs, wnile not in the county,
are in easy reach of its inhabitants, and
are very popular with them. The Sacra-
mento River on the east furnishes ex-
cellent fishing, and good sport shooting
ducks and geese. The mountains on the
west are fined with deer, and the more
ambitious hunter can easily find bear
and panther. Foxes and coyotes furnish
some exciting chases, as many stockmen
in the western part of the county keep
valuable kennels to combat these enemies
of their herds.
About 6,000 acres, suitable for decidu-
ous fruits, citrus fruits, or alfalfa, are
now offered xu tracts of from five to forty
acres. About fifty thousand acres of the
choicest land are offered in tracts of 160
acres or more. The best of it will grow
anything. The small tracts are held
at $35 to $65. The larger at from $20
TO $40 per acre, unimproved. (By unim-
proved land is meant land under culti-
vation but without buildings. — N. P. C.)
One small saw-mill in the western
mountains is in operation. It supplies
part of the local demand. There are many
excellent opportunities to Install electri-
cal plants operated by the waters of Stony
Creek.
Farming and stock-raising are the prin-
cipal industries. Fruit-growing, etc., is
as yet in its infancy.
Rainfall in a period of years: Lowest
annual^ 7.16 for season from September
1, 1897, to September 1, 1898; Highest
annual, 25.98 for season from September
1, 1892 to September 1, 1893; Average
annual, 17.05. Tne Weather Bureau con-
siders 16.60 inches normal for Orland.
For 1899 the rainfall was 22.41 inches.
Copper and silver have been discovered
in refractory ores in quantities too small
to pay for working. Coal has been found
in vein, too narrow to work. Great quan-
tities of chrome exist and have been
mined to some extent, but the cost of
transporting to railroad caused opera-
tions to cease. Splendid indications exist
for oil. The Glenn Co. Oil and Coal Co.,
The Great Northern Oil Co.. the Briscoe
Oil and Mineral Co., The Stony Creek
Oil Co., are some of the companies pre-
paring to develop these fields. The Glenn
County Oil and Coal Co, has a well
down 100 feet at present, and Is rapidly
pushing the work. The Great Northern
has its well down 185 feet, and claims to
have splendid indications."
I received later the following letter,
which I deem of sufficient importance to
reproduce it here:
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l.iigrht House. 3." Ferry boat •'Vallejo* ; workin^men returning from Mare Island. 4. Mo-
nadnock— first Iron warship built (at Vallejo) In California. 5. Mare Island Dry Dock. In
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"In submitting the answers to ques-
tions I find I overlooked one industry
that is fast coming to the front in west-
ern Glenn County (and southwestern Te-
hama as well); that is, the goat business.
I copy the following letter that has Just
reached me from that section:
" ' Less than 15 years ago the Angora
goat was a rarity in Olenn County. Now
between the North Fork of Stony Creek
and the South Fork of Elder Creek, there
are more than 15,000. The portion of
the country devoted to their production
is immediately along the base of the
Coast Range, or of foothills, a country
that is unfit for anything else but wild
animals.
" ' The Angora is by nature fitted to
climb over rocks, and in brush and rough
mountainous localities to procure food,
where other domestic animals would not
succeed in even living.
'* * The long silky mohair is valuable
for various purposes, and is coming into
use more and more each year.
" ' Angora mutton or venison is far
superior to the Mexican, or old American
goat, and by many is considered better
than sheep mutton. It has sold in the
markets for the past two years at about
the same price as sheep.
" * It is the practice of Angora owners
to keep them on the foothills for about
eight months — from October to June —
then move them to the summit of the
mountains for about four months, during
the hot season. By so doing the herds
have green growing food the year
through, and the cool climate of the
higher altitudes tends to increase the
length and fineness of the mohair. This
industry is a growing one, and as the An-
goras are located where the land without
them would be a total waste, it is greatly
to the advantage of the county. There
is room for many more as soon as they
can be procured. The demand for stock
goats is greater than the supply at pres-
ent.
CONKLIN BROTHERS, Pioneers of the
Angora business in Glenn County.' "
An enterprising effort is being made to
develop the orange industry around Or-
land, and so far it promises success.
We now approach
the converging boun-
Tehama County, daries of the great
Sacramento Valley.
At its base I have described five large
counties — ^Nevada, Placer, Sacramento,
Yolo, and Solano — stretching from the
Sierra mountain top to the Bay of San
Francisco. In the middle it was three
counties wide, Yuba, Sutter and Colusa.
One county (Tehama) now stretches from
the top of Mt. Lassen and the high alti-
tudes of the Sierras to the summit of the
Coast Range, b landing on Lassen, 10,-
400 feet elevation, which has its name
from Peter Lassen, wno first opened a
trail to California south of this monument
to his memory, and thence looking down
Deer Creek to what is now the town of
Vina, the site of Governor Stanford's
great vineyard, one has laid before him
d panorama of the entire valley below,
as far as the eye can discern anything in
the glimmer of the sunlight reflected
from the golden fields of grain. South
and east lies in full view this stupendous
mountain range wnich protects us from
the cold winds that sweep from the north
down the desert. Looking north the range
broadens, finding its apex at Mt. Shasta,
14,440 feet elevation, and blends with the
Siskiyou Mountains, which latter, to-
gether with the Sierras, form the con-
necting link with the noble Coast Range,
thus raising a barrier on north, east and
west against the Arctic blasts, seven and
eight thousand feet high, heavily tim-
bered along its western sides and in the
middle, nearly the width of the entire
State. Little wonder, when the soft
trade winds of the ocean are considered,
which find their way into the great valley,
that this sheltered region is the "land of
sunshine, fruit and flowers." At the
base of Lassen's cone, on the southeast
Siue in Plumas County, and on the south-
west side in Tehama County, are manifes-
tations of volcanic action on an extensive
scale, but little known even to Califor-
nians, and of great interest to the scien-
tist.
Geysers, hot springs, hot mud lakes, im-
mense deposits of decomposed mineral
substances, out of which most delicate
pigments are made, cover large terri-
tory, and form one of the most interest-
ing and instructive objects among all the
many wonders of nature in California.
But let us descend from these enchanting
mountain heights; the home seeker does
not want to abide among perpetual snow
drifts.
Tehama County has a population of 10,-
996. Its chief towns are Red Bluff, the
county-seat, 2,750 inhabitants; Corning,
1,020. There are several suburban addi-
tions to Corning, which would more than
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double the old town: the population of
the adjacent picturesque and promising
Maywood Colony is about 1,800; Tehama,
350; Vina, 235. Area of the county, 3,125
square miles — about 2,000,000 acres.
Agricultural land is given at 700,000
acres; grazing 800,000; timbered or for-
est 500,000. In wheat, 32,900 acres; oats,
1,900; barley, 20,850; hay, 19,340; corn,
12; vegetable gardens, 230; alfalfa, 1,600;
sugar beets 1,000 to be planted this
year. These figures were furnished me
from the Assessor's books. The acreage
ot wheat in 1900 was smaller than the
average, owing to early and continuous
rains in November.
Table grapes, 327 acres; wine grapes,
2,990 acres; raisin grapes, 325 acres.
Fruit trees, bearing and non-bearing,
ld,013 acres, of which there are 7,451
acres of peaches, 2,bo7 acres olives, 1,120
acres prunes; the remaining the usual
varieties of deciduous trees. Olive plant-
ing is the favorite with the Maywood
Colony people near Corning.
Live Stock, as shown by the Assessor's
roll: Sheep, 175,771; cattle, all kinds,
12,955; horses, 4,513; mules, 1,561; jacks,
19.
I have not mentioned a fact interesting
ti investors; to wit, the rate of taxation.
In this county it is $1.60 on the $100. In
some of the counties it is a little more
and in some a little less. The rate gener-
ally is not high.
The healthfulness of this county is
excellent, and the same may be said of
the entire valley. The county is well
watered, especially on the east side of
the Sacramento River. On the west fa-
cilities exist for irrigation as I have al-
ready pointed out, by taking ditches from
upper points on the streams coming from
the Coast Range. Irrigation is extensively
practiced on the Deer Creek orchards,
near Vina, and on the alfalfa fields and
vineyards of the Stanford estate, and on
the lands of the Cone estate, east of Red
Bluff.
Large tracts of land have been subdi-
vided in the vicinity of Corning, where is
situated the Maywood and Rltchfield Col-
onies. Probably 10.000 acres are in the
market near Corning, in the hands of
various enterprising citizens, and at rea-
sonable prices. Steps are being taken
tc bring water to these lands, and water
i-». easily attainable by wells. Around
Red BlufT are some desirable lands offer-
ee', in small subdivisions at fair prices.
A few orchards in bearing in Berrendos,
east side of the river, opposite Red Bluff,
on good bottom lands, can be purchased
at the price of unimproved land plus
the cost of building the orchard. Prices
of land in the county, suitable for agri-
culture and fruit growing, range from
$15 to $60 per acre.
The surface of Tehama County consists
first of a section of the Sacramento Val-
ley, which, south of Red Bluff, expands
into a broad and level plain, divided by
the Sacramento River. To the west this
plain swells into low, level table lands
or prairies that farther on lift into broken
hills and the steep slope of the Coast
Range mountains.
In these mountains numerous streams
have their source and fiow easterly
at irregular intervals from each other
through the western half of the county,
into the Sacramento River, the prin-
cipal of which are Cottonwood, Dib-
ble, Reed's, Red Bank, Elder, Thomes,
and Stony Creek. On the east of this val-
ley is a lava flow which extends for sev-
eral miles up the western slope of the
Sierra Nevada mountains to what is
known as tne pine timber belt; above
these lava beds the Sierras become more
precipitous and are heavily covered with
sugar pine, yellow pine and fir timber
ot excellent merchantable quality. Be-
tween the high ridges are numerous fruit-
ful little valleys well watered by the
streams which flow westerly into the Sac-
ramento; these streams or creeks are
Battle, Digger, Payne's, Antelope, Mill,
Deer, and Pine Creeks. Battle, Deer
and Mill Creeks furnish almost unlimited
opportunities for electrical power plants.
The scenery in this county is not sur-
passed elsewhere in California; the beau-
tiful, the picturesque, and the grand are
so blended as at once to challenge
admiration and delight the beholder.
One hundred and forty miles to the north
Mount Shasta rears its majestic form,
is covered with perpetual snow from its
summit to the base of the cone.
The dark green of the coniferous for-
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Sierras, contrasts strongly with their
snow-covered tops. The landscapes are
charming expressions of rural loveliness;
parks of great oaks dotting the hills and
scattered over the plains; the long lines
of sycamore, cottonwood and elder that
fringe the streams; the thousands of
acres of orchard and vineyard; the fields
of alfalfa with their perpetual verdure;
the large flocks of sheep, herds of cattle,
and hands of horses here and there to
ha seen and the vast fields of grain stret-
put is about 20 million feet. There is a
large fruit packing house at Red Bluff;
a cold storage plant and an ice plant of
15 tons capacity per day. It remains
only to notice the healing springs of the
ccunty — Colyear's, about 30 miles from
Red Bluff, in the Coast Range; Morgan's,
la the Sierras, about 50 miles distant
Both of these are large camping re-
sorts. The most notable of the healing
waters are found at Tuscan Springs,
nine miles east of Red Bluff. Ample
Transportation Blockading the Sacramento River.
ching for miles away, present a picture
that few other localities can match.
The principal manufacturing enter-
prize is that of the Sierra Lumber Com-
pany. It has a large sash and door fac-
tory at Red Bluff. There is here, also,
a well-equipped fiour mill. In the moun-
tains the S. L. Co. conducts large lumber-
ing operations, bringing the rough lum-
ber down the mountain sides and across
the valley to its plant, on the river, for
forty miles in a V fiume. Its annual out-
accommodations are here for inva-
lids, and thousands of the lame and
halt, and otherwise unfortunate, yisit
Tuscan in the course of the year, com-
ing from all parts of the State, and from
other States. For the special curative
properties of these springs, inquiry
should be made of the proprietor, Mr.
E. B. Walbridge, Tuscan Sprinf^ P. O.
Strong indications of petroleum are
found near the foothills on both sides
of the river in this county.
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YUBA COUNTY.— 1. Hydraulic Mine, Smartsvllle. 2. Yuba River. 3. Freighting to
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YUBA COUNTY.— House of Oranges, Cit rus Pair.
We have now reach- county-seat of Shasta County, we are im-
ed the end of our pressed by the changed appearance of val-
Shasta County. journey, in Shasta ley and mountain. We are nearer now to
County, having tra- these giant ranges, and their carved and
versed an Empire jagged surfaces begin to reveal them-
where a million peo- selves. Looking from the lower end of
plo may find happy homes and profitable the valley at Woodland, for example, the
employment Approaching Redding, the mountains on either side are mantled
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with an exquisitely delicate ultramarine
blue, ever changing with the degrees
and slant of the sun's rays and cloud
shadows; at this distant point of view
the anatomy of the mountains is not un-
folded. Lassen looms up on the east;
the Trinity and Yalla Balla Peaks, in the
upper Coast Range, on the west, and the
dome of noble Mt. Shasta, rises dimly
at the northern horizon. All these fea-
tures become more, and more beautiful
as we approach the head of the valley.
The mountain slopes which were spread
before the eye, as upon a canvas, now
em slope of the Sierras, from foot to
summit, stretches out Before you, with
Lassen towering over all, at this point
seemingly more majestic than proud
Shasta itself. One now can look into the
canyons, that open on the mountain de-
clivities, their profound depths enshroud-
ed in a blue semi-translucent atmosphere
that delicately veils their ragged and
rock-ribbed sides. It Is worth a trip on
the west side to Redding (not the east
side, for the effects are not there so pro-
nounced) to view the enhanced beauties
of the landscape In the stretches of the
Camping In the Sierras, Northern California.
have life and distinct form and individu-
ality, and one begins to feel their pres-
ence. The views from Red Bluff are en-
chanting, but I have often felt that at
Redding we have the culmination of
nature's effort in this marvelously beau-
tiful valley. The great white cone of
Shasta is visible down to its base, and
seems to rise out of a vast forested hori-
zon, the mountain range on which it
rests being shut out by intervening roll-
ing, wooded hills.
Looking east from the elevated plateau
on which the town is situated, the west-
upper portion of the valley.
As heretofore indicated, the Coast
Range and the Sierras approach at the
north of Redding, and surround the coun-
ty on all sides except that of the south.
Enclosed by them is a semi-circle of val-
ley and foothills, and plateaus forming
the head of tne Sacramento Valley, and
containing about 500,000 acres, with an
elevation of from 500 to 2,500 feet. The
central and southern portions consist
o' table lands of about 700 feet elevation.
Along the Sacramento are some rich
river bottom lands. The valley soils
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Anerora goat and kid, Glenn County.
are alluvium, largely intermixed with dis-
integrated rock and gravel; color, light
red or reddish brown. The mesa, or table-
lands, are a sandy loam, with a large
percentage of clay, while to the south-
Redding, the county-seat, population,
2,940; Keswick (a town recently brought
into existence by tne Mountain Copper
Company), 2,000; Anderson, estimated,
625; Cottonwood, 450; French Gulch, 450;
Shasta (formerly the county-seat, and fa-
mous in the early mining history of the
State), 450. In area, Shasta is the largest
county in the group — 6,906 square miles.
About one-sixth of the land is reported
suitable for farmmg operations, and
about three-quarters for grazing, includ-
ing herein a part of the forested land.
Nearly one-half is covered with good tim-
ber belts and the entire county is well
watered. About 4,000 acres are culti-
vated in wheat; 10,000 in hay; 500 in al-
falfa; 150 in hops. Livestock industry is
quite extensive: 20,000 sheep, 20,000
cattle, 4,500 horses and mules. The county
is well adapted to stock raising, as ample
A Butte County Cannery.
west the soil is adobe. All of these soils
are generally rich and productive for
grain, grasses, vines and fruits. In Bur-
ney Valley, over the crest of the Sierras,
is a plateau which extends throughout
this range up into Eastern Oregon. This
plateau, having an elevation of 3,500 feet,
has valleys, reclaimed swamp lands, and
rolling highlands. The principal rivers
and creeks are Fall River, Pitt, Hat
Creek, McCloud River and the Sacra-
mento.
The population of Shasta County is 17,-
318, showing an increase of 5,135 in ten
years — ^the greatest per cent of increase,
I think, in any of the twelve counties,
due largely to the awakened interest in
the mining industry and somewhat to
the greater development of the lumber
enterprises. The principal towns are:
grazing, winter and sunmier, are afforded.
The local markets are excellent, owing to
the large population engaged in non-agri-
cultural pursuits. There is a fine field
Angora Fleeces, Glenn County.
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THE OLIVE INDUSTRY IN BIJTTE COUNTY.— 1. Olive and orangre orchard at
Therraallto. 2. Olive and Fig Orchard at Wyandotte. 3. Olive Pickling tanks at Oroville.
4. Bottling pickled olives. 5. Olive oil mill at Oroville.
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MINING SCENES IN BUTTE COUNTY.— 1. Hoist at Gold Bank Mine. 2. Primitive
mfninff. 3. A gold dredge. 4. Prospecting party. 5. Hydraulic mine.
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COLUSA COUNTY.— 1. Quicksilver mine. 2 Fruit drying yard. 3. First oil derrick In
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Ferry Building, San Francisco. Built of Colusa sandstone.
here for bee culture; thousands of acres
are covered with manzanita and other
flowering snrubs, affording the best of
feed for bees. About 5,000 acres are un-
der irrigation. The people are happily
situated in the matter of summer resorts,
foi a half day brings them into lovely
mountain retreats. The mineral springs
In the vicinity of Castle Crags — giving us
the world-renowned Shasta water — are
known by the traveling public every-
where, and Shasta Retreat, near by, is
p. favorite summer resort for thousands
ol people There are reported to be 20,000
acres of available and desirable land for
sale In small tracts at prices ranging from
$10 to $40 per acre. The lumber output
is 20,000.000 feet annually. A branch
railroad leads from Anderson to Bella
Vista, on the east side of the river, the
terminus of a lumber flume, and here
a box factory is operated. Large electri-
cal power plants are being erected — one
on the McCloud River and one on Battle
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Creek, near Shingletown. The mining in-
dustry is quite large — ^the county stand-
ing at the head of the list in the State —
copper, gold, silver, iron, limestone, sand-
stone, kaolin, chromite, and cinnabar, be-
ing among the mineral products. Crop-
pings of coal have been found, but none
yet developed in commercial quantities.
Recent years have brought into great
prominence the copper ore deposits in
this county, which alone are destined to
The smelters now in operation and under
construction will have a wide influence
on the mining inaustry of the State.
Fruit grown in this county attains a high
flavor, and is rich in saccharine. The or-
chards are principally near Anderson on
the river bottoms, and in Happy Valley
(P. O. Ollnda) west of Anderson. An im-
portant enterprise is projected — no less
than building a railroad from Redding
to Eureka, Humboldt Bay. Should this
Young Banana Palm at Oroville, Butte County, Cal.
greatly enlarge its importance and
wealth. The Mountain Copper Company,
near Keswick, on west side of river, is
producing not far from five million dol-
lars worth of copper annually. On the
east side even greater properties are pre-
dicted, and immense sums are being ex-
pended in the establishment of plants.
long-talked-of enterprise become accom-
plished, it will bring into commercial re-
lations two of the leading regions of the
State, now almost as completely separ-
ated as if *n different States widely
apart.
There are two United States fisheries
ii; Shasta County. To cap the climax of
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GLENN COUNTY.— 1. A band of Angora Goats in their summer range at an altitude of
7,000 feet. 2. Angora goat. 3. Goat ranch two miles west of Orland. 4. Irrigation ditch
west of Orland. 5. "The Start"— A Glenn County race.
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Information.
An oak tree in Yolo County.
Shasta's attractions to the business world
it is now claimed on high authority that
petroleum exists within a few miles of
Redding. Two exploration wells are now
being driven on the faith of opinion ex-
pressed by the experts. In fact, it is now
believed that petroleum will be found in
all the counties I have described, which
will add enormously to their wealth.
As the purpose
of this article is to
give information
and to anticipate as
far as posp*ble the
inquiries naturally
arising in the mind of an intending set-
tler, I give here a specimen letter re-
cently received, hundreds of which come
to the State Board of Trade, and also
the answer sent by the secretary and
manager, J. A. Filcher.
J. A. Filcher, San Francisco, Cal. — Dear
Sir: I recently received a copy of the
book entitled "California," published by
the State Board of Trade which was sent
to me by your body on request for litera-
ture regarding your State. Please ac-
cept my thanks for the same.
The book I received says that for spe-
cial information as to localities I can
apply to you as secretary and manager of
the State Board of Trade. I have long
been anxious to go to a warmer climate,
but have not been able to do so for the
want of means to travel with, and by rea-
son of family ties, but now I see my way
clear to realize my hopes in the near fu-
ture.
I am at a loss to know to what part of
your great State to go to, for I am sure
tbat with a family and small means it
would be inconvenient to travel around
much after I got there. I would like,
therefore, to know what are the attrac-
tions and drawbacks to tne following
sections; viz., the extreme south, the cen-
tral section and the northern section of
California and of Humboldt County. I
would like, also, to be informed in regard
to the following questions: First, Is there
any United States Government land in
California subject to homestead law?
Second: If not, what are the general
prices of land in the sectioas referred to?
Third: What are the products of those
places? Fourth: Can good apples be
raised in California? If so, where? Fifth:
Can a sober, industrious man get land
that is improved to work on shares? If
so, on what terms? Sixth: Could a poor
man with a family, and a stranger, come
to your State, and readily get work on
farms? Seventh: What are the usual
wages for farm hands?
I have no great fault to find with my
own State, except that we have about
six months winter, during which time
we eat up what we have raised during the
summer. I always dread the winter when
we have to keep busy feeding stock to
keep it alive and cutting wood to keep
us warm.
Could you put me in communication
with some honest and reliable farmer and
stock-raiser in Humboldt Cou'ity, or in
some of the other parts of tne State here
referred to, that would need a hired man,
or that would have a farm to let to be
worked on shares?
I fear I will tire you with so many ques-
tions, but if you put me In the way of the
desired information I will be very grate-
ful. I will enclose my picture so you can
get some Idea how this Inquisitive New
York farmer looks, and bees to remain.
Yours respectfully,
THOMAS G. STOCKWBLL.
Thomas G. Stockwell, Esq., West Wind-
sor, New York — Dear Sir: I have your fa-
vor of January 10th, making Inquiry re-
garding California in general, and certain
localities in particular. The pamphlet
we mail you to-day will answer your in-
quiries lareely in regard to Humboldt
County. ^^Tiat you say about your height
and weipht is interesting but your eco-
nomic traits, business management and
industrial propensities are more likely
to lead to success than your physical
qualifications. VTiile you say that you do
not care to travel around much after you
get here, my advice to new comers gen-
erally is to inspect the country some be-
fore locatins:. I would, therefore, sucrgest
that in event you immigrate to California
that you quarter your family temnorarily
in some city in the central interior and
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5 Six-year-old orange grrove (result of irrigation.) C. Ten-year-old lemon trees. 7. Four-
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spend a few dollars looking up and down
the country. I believe that what money
such a personal Inspection might cost
would be more than saved to you in your
final investment.
You ask for the attractions and draw-
backs of certain sections; viz., the ex-
treme south, the central portion of Cali-
fornia, the northern portion and Hum-
boldt County.
The attractions of the South are a mild
climate, an enterprising community, and
a fairly good market for their stable pro-
ducts. The drawbacks consist of a com-
parative shortage of water, an item es-
sential to the successful cultivation of
diversified products in nearly all parts
of California. By a shortage, I do not
mean that they have no water; on the
other hand, they have a great deal, but
the average rainfall is less than in the
regions further north.
In the central portions of the State
at the same altitude, the winter climate
is very similar to southern portions, while
the summers in the interior valleys aver-
age some warmer. With irrigation all
the staple fruits, vegetables, and cereals,
including oranges and lemons, in favored
localities, can be grown as successfully
as in any other portion of the State. The
land and water rights are easily obtained
and at fair figures in proportion to what
can be produced.
In the northern portion at the same
altitude, conditions are very similar to
the central portion, except that there
is a greater amount or rain-fall and a
lower average summer temperature, and
less irrigation is necessary. The mini-
mum temperature in the Sacramento Val-
ley and San Joaquin Valleys average
about the same, land values do not dif-
fer materially and the range of pro-
ducts is similar.
For climatic conditions I would refer
you to our table of temperatures in the
different parts of California, published on
page 46 of the pamphlet which we have
sent you. The average annual tempera-
ture varies very little, indeed, for a dis-
tance of five or six hundred miles north
and south, or say from Redding on the
north to Riverside on the south. A study
of the lines of temperature on the official
map under the cover of the Government
pamphlet sent you by this mail will con-
vince you of this fact. By reason of the
japan current which strikes the coast
of California almost at a right angle,
temperature is maintained at about the
same degree throughout almost the en-
tire length of California, regardless of
latitude, while rain-fall varies according
to latitude about as your temperature
varies as you go from north to south.
The farther you go south on the Atlantic
Coast the warmer you find the weather;
the farther you go south in California the
less you find the average amount of rain-
fall; otherwise conditions here at the
same altitude are very similar. The soil,
of course, varies in different localities,
but this variation has more to do with the
locality and local physical conditions
than latitude.
Humboldt, on the coast, has a very
mild summer climate and Is not cold in
the winter, but is subject to fogs, espe-
cially near the sea. This is mainly a
lumber county, though stock raising,
dairying, agriculture and some horticul-
ture is carried on. Apples do very well
in this county. Its principal drawback
is its remoteness from markets, as access
to the county is only convenient by coast
vessels, and products for export either
go direct from Humboldt harbor or by
re-shipment from San Francisco. , There
is a prospect at present, however, that
Humboldt will soon be connected by rail-
road with the rest of the world. I send
you a publication on Humboldt County
which will give you some detailed infor-
mation.
In regard to the questions which you
ask in numerical order, I will say, first:
there is no United States Government
land in California subject to the home-
stead law, that under present conditions
of altitude and accessibility, will make a
desirable home; second, land is reason-
able both in price and terms, varying, of
course, according to quality and distance
from market. Good land in the central
sections, with water right, can be had
for |40 an acre and upwards. Third,
products of the different sections you re-
ferred to include all the cereals, staple
fruits, and citrus fruits of the country.
Southern California makes more of a
specialty of citrus fruits, though It pro-
duces good grain and deciduous fruits
and good vegetables of all staple varieties.
The central and northern valleys make
more of a specialty of cereals and de-
ciduous fruits and vegetables, though as
far north as Redding citrus fruits are suc-
cessfully and profitably grown. In some
localities in the northern and central
region good money is being made out of
oranges and lemons. Fourth, apples are
raised successfully in nearly all portions
of California, though the best apples
come from near the coast, or from the
mountain counties. From one to three
thousand feet altitude, along the entire
western slope of the Sierras, seems to be
the natural apple belt of the State, in-
cluding certain sections of San Diego and
other southern counties that have a high
altitude; fifth, I think a good, sober and
industrious man would have little trouble
in finding a desirable place to work on
shares, as leases of improved places are
very common, and it is reasonable to as-
sume that as some expire others will be
made. The terms vary according to the
nature of the crop and the extent and
condition of the place and its productive
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capability. If you should not rent easily
you would nave no difficulty in finding a
desirable piece of land which you could
buy on very easy terms, on which you
could build a comfortable home. Indus-
trious men with small capital have done
this in California in thousands of instan-
ces, and what one has done, others can
do; sixth, I think a good steady man
should easily obtain employment; if he
proved himself apt in caring for and
pushing the interests of his employer, he
would have no difficulty in retaining his
job. Wages for farm hands very from
$25 and upwards in the winter months to
$35 and upwards in the summer months.
Apt and reliable men who develop a
faculty for managing others obtain cor-
respondingly better salaries.
I believe I have pretty fully answered
your questions. Your letter interests me,
and if I can be of further service, feel per-
fectly free to ask any other questions
which you desire to be informed upon.
In the meantime I remain.
Yours very truly,
J. A. FILCHER,
Secretary and Manager.
In taking leave of the Sacramento Val-
ley, I can recommend all parts of it un-
hesitatingly to the home-seeker,
"Wherever he may be. One of the great
embarrassments he will experience will
be to decide where, in this vast section
of desirable country, to select his home.
1 have endeavored to lighten the task
and expense to him of ascertaining where
10 go by stating facts as to the valley gen-
erally, and as to the counties somewhat
particularly. Intelligent inquiry will in
most cases lead to satisfactory results;
and wherever he may determine to make
his abiding place, he will find so much to
charm and delight him that contentment
is sure to follow.
In conclusion, I desire to express my
thanks to the gentlemen in the several
counties who were designated by the Sac-
ramento Valley Development Association
to furnish me with specific information,
and upon whose reports the main facts
relating to individual counties are stated.
As the object of tnis article is not only
to convey reliable information to intend-
ing settlers, but also to put them in com-
munication with sources of accurate
knowledge concerning the valley it would
seem proper to give the names of the offi-
cers of the Association, who will cheer^
fully respond to all questions, and will
give the names of persons in each county
to whom inquirers may write. They are:
W. S. GREEN, Colusa, President.
F. E. WRIGHT, Colusa, Secretary.
FRANK MILLER, Sacramento, Treasurer
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OUR SICILY.— PALERMO.
L Naval orange. Ave years from the bud. 2. Side view of a home garden. 3 Palermo*
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Our Sicily. mento Valley may
be compared to the
granary of Italy.
But for our specific purpose, we may com-
pare it to the ever picturesque Sicily —
whose capital, Palermo, is the site of un-
failing gardens of the most delicious
fruits in Europe.
Is there anything in California at all
resembling that historic spot? Certainly.
We have a Palermo in the Sacramento
Valley that can show you sky as serenely
blue, a range of Sierras as grandly pic-
turesque, a history as full of romance
and miles of gardens, whose products
will hold their own in any horticultural
show In the world.
Palermo of California has everything
that Sicily possesses. The great Mt. Las-
sen peak, once sent its ashes over this
district, and its disintegrating lava beds
furnish us now with most excellent nour-
ishment for our vineyards and orchards.
That is what happened at Palermo, Sicily,
as well. So you observe the town comes
honestly by the name.
In a table of statistics we have before
us, it is seen that the varieties of fruits
tow growing at Palermo comprise or-
anges, lemons, table grapes, wine grapes,
raisin grapes, peaches, pears, nectarines,
quinces, apples, French prunes, silver
prunes, olives, pomegranates and al-
monds. Oranges and lemons are planted
100 trees to an acre and the average
weight of fresh fruit is 20 tons. Grapes av-
erage 7 tons; prunes from 8 to 13% tons,
peaches 10% tons, pears 13% tons, nec-
tarines 9% tons and almonds 5,400
pounds. Raisin grapes average about 435
pounds to the acre and dried French
prunes 9,000 pounds. Even dried pears
from seven year old trees average 5,400
pounds to the acre. Our oranges packed
with an average weight of 70 pounds have
brought as high as 17.50 per box. Lem-
ons, packed in the same manner, with an
average weight of 80 pounds to the box
have sold for |3.50. Dried fruits packed
Ir; half crates of 20 pounds each have
produced |2.50 per half crate. When
shipped in 50-pound boxes with no waste
and no packing nor culling, they have
produced from |48.42 to 183.90 per acre.
These are figures that talk and can be
verified at a moment's notice.
Palermo has a mean average temper-
ature of 64 degrees, an average temper-
ature of 53 degrees during the winter
months, and less than 79 degrees for the
summer season.
Comparative Climate Tables.
— Mean for —
Place. Year. Winter. Cold'at
Rome 60.06 46.07 45.00
Madrid 58.03 45.02 43.02
Jerusalem ... 62.06 49.06 47.04
Marseilles ... 58.03 40.02 43.02
Algiers 64.08 61.12 53.02
Palermo, Butte
County, Cal... 64.09 53.00 52.25
On the principle of "sending coals to
Newcastle'' many carloads of oranges
were sent to Florida during the recent
disastrous freeze in that State.
If you come to Palermo in the winter,
you can lie down in the midst of an
orange grove and luxuriate. Tou can
stretch your hand above your head, pluck
a luscious orange from one of the clusters
and taste Its health-giving meat and Juice.
You can do tnis in the middle of January.
Where else under the blue canopy of
Heaven, in latitude 39 4-10 degrees, can
you do the same thing?
The above only tells half the tale. Pal-
ermo is a place where life is worth living
and where that living will be prolonged.
Lands in this district are very acces-
sible, being offered by the Palermo Land
and Water Company at $75 per acre. An
estimate of $16 per acre is perhaps a
maximum estimate of the cost of culti-
vating this land. Fencing may be dis-
pensed with In many cases, due to the
rtrict enforcement of the pound law.
The Bay Countiet
Power Company
The Bay Counties is the result of a
Power Company, consolidation of
two companies,
which previously
owned power plants and supplied power
in Yuba and Nevada Counties, viz., the
Yuba Electric Power Company and the
Nevada County Electric Power Com-
pany. This company, by means of a
seemingly inexhaustible supply of ingen-
uity and enterprise, has pushed its pro-
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and is now supplying to the towns, com-
mercial centers, farms, and mines of
Northern California an amount of power
almost beyond human belief. It has done
wonders for the development of North-
em California, and judging by the plans
it la now making for further advance-
ment, it promises to do much more in the
future. The work carried out by this
company is one of the largest transmis-
sion undertakings in California — not to
say in the world, despite the fact that
comparatively few have recognized its
magnitude. On the first of April,
it completes a double 140-mile pole line
to deliver power to Oakland and the
eastern shores of San Francisco bay, pre-
paratory to imparting the bulk of power
to that city. The transmission line and
apparatus is designed for 60,000 volts,
line pressure.
This month the company completes
the introduction of Its lines into the
Northern Counties of Butte, Colusa,
Yuba, Nevada, Sutter, Yolo, Placer, So-
lano, Napa, Sacramento, Contra Costa
and Alameda. Electricity for ihe above
counties is nothing short of an unquali-
fied blessing, as it furnishes a power in-
finitely cheaper than that given by steam,
and it obviates much superfiuous labor
in cases of both small and large install-
tion. Electricity in these cases is a great
saver of power, as the direct application
to motors does away with the losses al-
ways incurred through the medium of
bulk transmission. Some slight idea of
the variety of industries which depend
on the power furnished by the Bay Coun-
ties Power Company can be gained from
the following facts:
The company is supplying power for
mining in all its methods and branches
in the counties of Yuba and Nevada; for
the operating of gold dredgers In Butte
County; for the running of street cars
and stationary machinery in Sacramento
and Marysville, and in the counties of
Solano, Contra Costa, and Alameda; for
the operating of important industries
such as Selby's, California Powder
Works, and the Consolidated Railroad in
Oakland; and in all the towns reached
by Its 500 miles of pole line, for the sup-
plying of electric light. Twenty towns
and cities in all get their currents from
this company's line, as supplied by its
four immense power houses.
The company has developed a hydrau-
lic capacity of 30,000 horse-power and an
electric capacity of 15,000 horse-power.
This, great as it is, is soon to be added
to. During the present year it has been
increased by 6,000 horse-power. As a feat
of engineering, nothing has ever sur-
passed the company's remarkable trans-
mission across the Straits of Carquinez.
This is done with a span 4,700 feet long,
and is the longest in the world.
This latter achievement is characteris-
tic of the Bay Counties Power Company,
which, in the boldness of its conceptions
and its success in carrying them out,
is peculiar in commercial history. It
has done many things never dreamed of
elsewhere, and the number of its inno-
vations and the length of its lines is the
marvel of the scientific world. The
length of its transmission is unique of its
kind. In size, it is second only to Niag-
ara, which it surpasses in the amount of
territory which it covers.
The Sacramento Valley benefits direct-
ly from the introduction of electricity
to its farming secdons as furnished by
the Bay Counties Power Company. Elec-
tricity is the best power known for the
irrigating of farms and orchards, and for
the pumping in winter of surface water
from low lands.
The Northern California farmers and
miners may congratulate themselves
that they have at hand, ready to aid their
work and nourish their crops, a greater
force than mythology ever dreamed of
—the Genii of Electricity to turn their
wheels and move their streams, and light
their villages, and to aid by Its beneficent
influence in making the Sacramento Val-
ley one of the wonders of the world for
fertility and resource, enterprise and
commercial prosperity.
The company's office is at 324 Pine
street, San Francisco. The officers are:
E. J. de Sabla Jr., President and General
manager; Wm. M. Pierson, vice-presi-
dent; C. A. Grow, secretary and treas-
urer; F. M. Ray, assistant manager;
T. M. Hancock, general superintendent;
T. E. Theberath and R. H. Sterling, divis-
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This enterprise has opened up a new
industry throughout the valley of the Sac-
ramento. The
. conditions there
Gold Dredging in the are more favor-
Sacramento Valley, able for gold
dredging than in
any other part
of the United States, mainly owing to the
dcKsomposed lava ash bed rock, which we
find throughout the foothills in this val-
ley. The Yuba River, Bear River, and
Feather River are the three principal
fields, the latter presenting the largest
dredging area opened up in the United
States.
On the Feather River for five miles
below the town of Oroville, on both
sides of the stream and on the interior
ground, are running twelve massive gold
dredges, handling in the neighborhood
of 20,000 cubic yards of gravel each
24 hours, the tailings being piled up as
shown in the accompanying illustration,
behind the dredge.
The exploration and development of
gold dredging in this State is largely due
to the efforts of one of our leading en-
gineering concerns, viz.: the Risdon Iron
and Locomotive Works, of this city. Some
five years ago, they made a thorough in-
vestigation of this dredging field, pros-
pecting the ground; they discovered that
the values would pay, and then proceeded
to design machinery suitable for the
handling of the gravel.
To-day the scene of activity in gold
dredging throughout the Sacramento
Valley is entirely due to the impetus
given this industry by this concern. On
the Bear and the Yuba River, we find the
same character of bed rock existing, and
the study of the economic conditions
governing the operation of the various
fields, shows that with the system of
dredging used— on the Feather, Yuba,
and Bear Rivers — ground can be handled
for four and one-half cents per yard,
including all wear and tear, and depre-
ciation.
To show the great advantage in oper-
ating this class of mining, we show the
cost of operation and the returns from
a dredging proposition of 100 acres of
land, which can be purchased in many
parts of the State as low as |100 per
acre. Hundreds of thousands of acres
are available throughout the river val-
leys in this State, which should be opened
up and developed by this means. From
all parts of tne United States, inquiries
are directed to California, and demands
are made from time to time as to what
the returns from the ordinary dredging
plant will be, and for the purpose of lay-
ing before intending investors, the writer
has made up the following schedule as
to what might be expected from a dredg-
ing proposition, working under the local
conditions in California. Electric power
Is available throughout the Valley of the
Sacramento, the Bay Counties Electric
Power Co. having stations in Nevada and
Yuba Counties, and having hundreds of
miles of wires stretching throughout all
parts of the dredging section, furnishing
power at a rate of approximately $5 per
H. P. per month, which is a remarkably
low rate for a 24-hour day.
The basis of figuring is from results
as to capacity attained on the Feather
River field, below Oroville, during the
first three years:
100 acres of land at $100 $10,000 00
1 dredge, 5 foot buckets 50,000 00
Boarding house, blacksmith-
shop, and tools 2,500 00
Cash on nand 12.500 00
Cost per acre — $750. Total .. $75,000 00
Cost of Operating per Month.
Power, 75 H. P. at $5 00 1 375 00
Dredge Master 130 00
3 Winch Men, |90 270 00
3 Deck Men, $75 225 00
Repairs and Depreciation 400 00
$1,400 00
Say — 117,500 00 per year.
Ten acres per year, 30 ft. deep,
worked, say, 500,000 yards
per year, 20 cents 1100,000 00
Expenses, |1,500 x 12. .|17,500
l-J acres land, |750. . . . 7,500 25,000 00
Profit per year $75,000 00
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The repairs and depreciation account of
14,800 per year should keep everything
up in first-class condition, and before the
end of ten years should have enough
money on hand together with last install-
ment of capital, viz.: $75,000, to purchase
some more land. It will be noted that the
cash on hand, $12,500, will provide in ad-
dition to working capital, |1,250 per year
for extraordinary expenses.
The Risdon Iron Works publish a pam-
phlet regarding this class of mining.
The Satire of Our
Friend Mark.
If that secretly-
written book of
Mark Twain's,
which is to be
published some
too many years
after his death,
is anything like
as vigorous as his utterances in the Feb-
ruary North America* Review, we
can envy the longevity of the Wan-
dering Jew. Under the coaxing title of
"The Person Sitting in Darkness," our
friend Mark is delivered of one of the
most biting bits of satire in his whole ca-
reer. With the rapier Mr. Clemens starts
in just where Mr. Dooley and his dialect
quit. Never quite so funny as when deal-
ing in facts, Mr. Clemens says, as he ex-
pounds the facts to the Sitter in Dark-
ness:
"There have been lies; yes, but they
were told in a good cause. We have been
treacherous; but that was only in order
that real good might come out of appar-
ent evil. True, we have crushed a de-
ceived and confiding people; we have
turned against the weak and the friend-
less who trusted us; we have stamped
out a just and intelligent and well-ordered
republic; we have plabbed an ally in the
back and slapped the face of a guest;
we have bought a Shadow from an enemy
that hadn't it to sell; we have robbed
a trusting friend of his land and his lib-
erty; we have invited our clean young
men to shoulder a discredited musket and
do bandit's work under a flag which ban-
dits have been accustomed to fear, not to
follow; we have debauched America's
honor and blackened her face before the
world; but each detail was for the best.
We know this. The Head of every State
and Sovereignty in Christendom and nine-
ty per cent of every legislative body in
Christendom, including our Congress and
our fifty State Legislatures, are members
not only of the Church, but also of the
Blessings-of-Civilization Trust. This
world girdling accumulation of trained
morals, high principles, and justice, can-
not do an unfair thing.
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It knows what it Is about. Give yourself
no uneasiness; it is all right."
Satire was invented by a Just God to
make the Other Man feel small when
neither argument nor abuse would touch
him in the seat of his unwisdom. Far
be it from ourselves, whose aims are lit-
erary rather than political, and whose
vote is a secret of the ballot-box, to take
sides for or against Mr. McKinley. But
we are admirers of Mr. Clemens; we be-
lieve his to be one of the great minds
ot the time in which this magazine has
lived; and in sure truth we are of the
notion that a barbed Joke of this kind
from the pen of one of the greatest liv-
ing writers of English will have more
weight with the world than all the hot-
mouthed orations that have been shouted
and all the fiery-penned editorials that
have been written. Mark Twain is per-
haps the one living American whose au-
dience is the world. It is well for those
who take themselves seriously, and ill for
those who love the best of their native
humor, that Mark's book is to be pub-
lished for a posterity that doubtless will
appreciate it half as much as we would.
TO THE romancer, the West offers
great stretches of yet unused "material."
And in popularity
scenes of western
life, at this time out-
Western Stories by vie the phases of
Western Writers. New England life,
which ground has
been rather thoro-
ughly gone over) or
the Southern novels which seemed not
long ago to be in the ascendency. On
the Eastern coast there is to be sure a
civilization to depict, somewhat more
settled than ours, and a more thickly
populated country; but in the West we
have still new conditions, undeveloped
country, the freedom from convention-
ality, and the great hope for the future,
which has always stood as pure Ameri-
canism. The West is the home ot adven-
ture, and unrestrained enjoyment of out-
door life. And California herself lies
along the eastern boundary of the ocean
which washes the very shores of the
Orient, teeming with the spirit of mystery
and poetry. No writer has known better
how to show the people of the East what
life in the West means than has Mary
Hallock Foote. Her books seem filled
with the bracing, and daring spirit of the
western plains and mountains. Whether
she treats of the life of miners, or of that
of the educated eastern settler on arid
lands, or the cowboy of the ranges, her
touch is both true and loving of her sub-
ject, and people who have lived "out
West," recognize in her characters and
descriptions the very amplitude and
warmth which makes the charm of the
Land of Sunshine. The scene of her
latest book "The Prodigal," is laid in
San Francisco. However, it is not the
city of to-day but "The Stranger City,"
(as she calls it) of almost twenty years
ago. "An August fog," the tale begins,
"was drifting inland from the bay. In
thin places the blue Contra Costa hills
showed through, and the general gray-
ness was tinged with pearl. San Fran-
cisco dripped and steamed along her
water-front; derricks loomed black, and
yards and topmasts reddened, as a fringe
of winter woodland colors up at the turn
of the year." "The Prodigal" himself is
an aggressive, big hearted, faulty, charm-
ing young Englishman, from far away
Australia, who is "another gentleman
wool-gatherer, come back shorn." It would
have been natural .to guess this tale
written by a masculine hand, as Steven-
son and Kipling ideals have prevailed in
its writing to such an extent that the
heroine says only twelve words through-
out the book. The main interest is con-
densed in the words of one Bradshaw,
a ship-owner — "you can't lead a wild colt
with a long halter. So you will just keep
track of the festive Clunie as well as you
can, but don't meddle with him. It's his
own fight now. It would be a pity to in-
terfere when Mother Nature takes him
across her knee. She gave him a fore-
taste down at the Cape, but it's nothing
to what she has in soak for him if I know
this city." But the neatest bit of literary
workmanship in this little book is where
Miss Foote tries her far from "apprentice
hand" on a concise description of the
sinking of an over-loaded steamer while
going through the Golden Gate.
"Wind and tide opposing and a strong
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tide running out, and the white-caps, as
it looked from shore, were great combers
on the bar. Already the Parthenla was
far out beyond help. Her passengers
were thinking of their luncheon. The
two spectators watched her come nosing
around the cliffs. They marked how she
wallowed and settled by her stem quar-
ter. They were letting the air out of her
then; she was part in air and part In
water ballast when she met the Bar. A
beast of a Bar it was that morning. It
clapped paw upon her, rolled her to star-
broad, as a cat tumbles a mouse and the
play was over. Her stem went under
sideways, her staggering bow shot up, and
she sank, like a coffin, with all on board.
So sudden and silent and prepared it was,
she might have walked out there, a de-
liberate suicide, and made away with
herself. And so strong was the ship's
personality that it was quite a moment
before the two witnesses of her fate
could gather the sense that she was not
perishing alone, but was digging the
grave of living men and women."
..("The Prodigal," by Mary Hallock
Foote. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Pub-
lishers.)
NO other writer on Western themes
is so well known by his work as Hamlin
Garland, who first
wrote of the main
travelled roads of 11-
"The Eagle's Heart." linois and Minneso-
ta, forging west by
way of Colorado, to
Wyoming and the
unregenerate cowDoy life at "Wagon
Wheel." He has the greatest sympathy
for the free, wild life of the plains, and
the untamed but not evil heart of the good
natured "cow-puncher." His love of na-
ture sweeps through his books, like the
flower-laden wind off the prairies, or off
the rugged mountain peaks of the Rock-
ies in sight of which one "has room to
become a man." One of his latest wes-
tern romances, "The Eagle's Heart," (Ap-
pleton & Company) follows its hero (the
inevitable preacher's son) from an East-
em village out through the gradually
developing country, west of the Missouri
to the Cheyenne County pioneer stmg-
gles of some forty years ago. The de-
velopment of the smooth-faced but fiery
hearted young preacher's son, into "Black
Mose," the dreaded fire-eater of the Wy-
oming district, still saddled with a repu-
tation thrust upon him rather than
earned, is carefully depicted, involving
a number of strong situations and moving
incidents. The boy from the first, "had
no care or thought of cities or the East.
He dreamed of the plains and horses and
herds of buffalo and troops of Indians
filing down the distant slopes. Every
view of the range, every word of the
wild country, every picture of the fron-
tier remained in his mind." And we are
not surprised when we find him a num-
ber of years later standing in the streets
of Wagon Wheel, the most famous dead-
shot in the State. The love story is
convincing and interesting. Altogether
the book shows a deeper sentiment, with
perhaps a less pleasing conciseness than
marked Mr. Garland's earlier work.
("The Eagle's Heart," by Hamlin Gar-
land. D. Appleton & Co., Publishers.)
For society veraifi-
ers, French forms
are, in certain cases.
Good Poetry from good enough. They
Lane Press. are sufficiently fur-
nished with metrical
mechanism to con-
ceal from the un-
thinking whatever the author might have
lacked in thought or art, and to give a
certain degree of pleasure to the ear,
while saying very little or nothing at all.
But when the serious English versifier
attempts to confine his good Anglo-Saxon
words in these imported garments, his
results can never hope to be more fortu-
nate than not to be entirely unfortunate.
Alexander Blair Thaw has written a book
of verses — ^mostly sonnets and French
forms — ^and his results, in the latter ef-
forts, cannot but remind us that he has
attempted what even an Austin Dobson
could not do with the King's English —
compel it to sing successfully with a
French accent. Mr. Thaw has a daring
talent and no lack of originality. Too
bad he should not have selected better.
Plenty of the verse Is alive and timely.
"To a Laureate of Empire" is obviously
written to Kipling.
"To an Unknown Goddess" is the sym-
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boUc dedication of "Ad Astra," a poem
of some two hundred and thirty long
stanzas by Charles Whitworth Wynne.
The poem is of a religious nature, and, as
the work of a young author, is more a
promise than a fulfillment. The author,
Id describing the manifold aspects of
Love, writes not infrequently in a lofty
strain that gives tone to the poem; but
his pen is a rash one, and, by the drift
of many of his stanzas, one cannot but
conclude that his verse is better than
his politics or religion. There is, how-
ever, in the tone of the verse, an echo
of Tennyson, and a serious regard of life
and nature, none too common to the
jingling modern Muse. When the author
has learned to put a little closer bridle
on his inspiration he will recognize the
mistakes of ''Ad Astra," and Improving
on the gifts the peom has revealed to
ufi, fulfill its promise.
("Poems," by Alexander Blair Thaw,
and "Ad Astra," by Charles Whitworth
Wynne. John Lane, Publisher, New
York.)
It is not the events
of history that make
Interesting history dull; nay. It
Coast History Is rather the manner
of the setting forth
of history that
makes the reader
ilgh and turn him to
the historical novel for his diluted Infor-
mation. It is not histories, but historians,
that are at fault. And so, when we
Bay that Eva Emery Dye's "McLoughlln
and Old Oregon,"reads like a novel, we
mean that the author has so selected the
facts concerning the early Coast settle-
ments as to make us feel and live the ad-
ventures of our early pioneers.
The author has vividly portrayed the
circumstances of Oregon's founding, so
far as those circumstances surrounded
her central figure, Dr. John McLoughlln
— and what can be more worthy a tale
than the adventures, day by day, and year
by year, of that knot of missionaries,
soldiers, traders, trappers, and gentle-
men adventurers who dared Providence,
a handful of men against the million sav-
age horrors that lurked among the pri-
meval Northwestern forests which fringed
the Columbia? And what can be more
romantic than a mere truthful chronicle
of the life and works of that leader of
men and queller of nature. Chief Factor
McLoughlln, later Governor of Oregon?
The book has some of the charm of Irving
about It, and combines the knack of ad-
ministering Information without letting
you know that you have swallowed that
bitter pill. It has now appeared in Its
second edition, and merits the recogni-
tion of the West.
(''McLoughlln and Old Oregon, a Chron-
icle," by Eva Emery Dye. A. C. McClurg
& Co.. Chicago.)
FREDERICK S. Dellenbaugh, a veteran
anthropologist, whose experience (Includ-
ing explorations with
Major John Wesley
Concerning Powell In the second
the American Colorado River expe-
indian dltlon) has fitted him
perhaps more emi-
nently than any other living Amerin-
dian expert, to discuss and describe
the history, written and unwritten, which
the American aborigine has left behind
him, has compiled a volume entitled "The
North Americans of Yesterday." The vol-
ume, a little less than five hundred pages
l/i length, discusses thoroughly the relics
of the old possessors of America from
Alaska to Yucatan, and the book as a
whole is a pretty thorough resume of
what has been done by scientists toward
unearthing the evidences of past life
under our feet and on every hand.
So, In attempting the book, Mr. Dellen-
baugh has undertaken a colossal task,
no less a task than that of describing
a whole forgotten race from the few
fragmentary relics they have left behind
them. Although he has not succeeded
in doing this, for no one man nor no one
book can begin to accomplish such a feat,
yet he has pretty well summed up the
work which American anthropologists
have accomplished up to the present day,
and he has presented In a fascinating
style a history of the researches made,
since the discovery of the Continent, and
a comprehensive reading of the records
which the departed nations have
graven In curious Inscriptions. The book
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is elaborately illustrated with several
hundred pictures of Indian hieroglyphs,
utensils, and weapons, and with half-
tones of ruins and excavations. The
cover, which is drawn by the author, has
for its central figure a sketch of a stone
head of prehistoric workmanship.
("The North Americans of Yesterday,"
by Frederick S. Dellenbaugh. G. P. Put-
nam's Sons, Publishers, New York and
London.)
The "White Flame" is a psycho-relig-
ious novel by Mary A. Cornelius. It deals
with a haunted chair which stood as an
advisory friend to the heroine through
402 not always interesting pages. The
story is over-smug and platitudinous, and
too long, to sustain interest, though the
plot is occasionally original and might
please if better told.
("The White Flame," by Mary A. Cor-
nelius. The Stockham Publishing Com-
pany, Chicago.)
A good sized volume on the subject of
ethics of the work of Professor S. E.
Mezes of the University of Texas. "The
purpose of the present book," the author
begins, "is to give as adequate, critical,
and methodical an account as possible of
what morality and immorality are, • * *
This does not mean that moral and im-
moral conduct will be examined as phys-
ical phenomena. ♦ * This book, then, is
an attempt to conduct a positive or purely
scientific theory of ethics." The reader
can judge of the contents by these ex-
cerpts from the introduction. The re-
viewer leaves an estimate of the book's
value to those specialists for whom it
is written.
("Ethics, Descriptive and Explanatory,"
by S. E. Menzes, Ph. D. The i.iacmillan
Co., New York.)
In the line of economic study "Munici-
i«al Service Industries" is a valuable
work. Allan Ripley Foote, the author,
has already gained considerable repu-
tation in his "Discussion of the Economic
Principles Involved in 'The Law of In-
corporated Companies Operating Under
Municipal Franchises.' " The present
volume includes three discussions coming
under the heads of ownership, operation
and proper regulation of municipal en-
terprises. The book will be a valuable
addition to the library of those who think
along the line of municipal ownership.
("Municipal Public Service Industries,"
by Allan Ripley Foote. The Other Side
Publishing Co., Chicago.)
"Introductory Lessons in English Lit-
erature," by I. C. McNeill and S. A. Lynch
IS a well selected advanced reader for
High schools and academies. The book
contains some of the best prose and verse
in the language, and will doubtless be-
come a standard text book.
("Introductory Lessons in English Lit-
erature," by I. C. McNeill and S. A.
Lynch. American Book Company, Pub-
lishers)
James Ball Nay lor has written a re-
alistic novel of the Middle West which
makes interesting reading in parts and
rather dreary plodding in others. The
author has attempted a line of character
eketches of the "Samantha at Saratoga'^
order which is more newspaper writing
than literature. The scene of the book
is the not over attractive town of Baby-
ion where a young druggist (not even
disguised as an apothecary) goes to ply
his profession and study the natives. The
book is loosely written and will bear a
deal of trimming.
("Ralph Marloe," by James Ball Nay-
lor. The Saalfield Publishing Company,
Akron, Ohio.)
In the way of Pacific Coast literature
D. A. Shaw, a notable California pioneer,
has made a valuable addition by an ac-
count of his personal experiences among
the early Argonauts, in a little book en-
titled, "El Dorado." Mr. Shaw was among
those first to be touched with the gold
fever, and forging ahead, among the ear-
lier enthusiasts, was in the State almost
in the van of history. The author's ad-
ventures are many, and are realistically
told in a reminiscent vein. Coming as it
does from one who has helped to live
our State history, the book is of double
value to students of Western lore. The
volume contains several illustrations of
notable persons and events in the history
of California.
("El Dorado," by D. A. Shaw. B. R.
Baumgardt, Publisher, Los Angeles.)
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Vol. XXXVII
May, 1901
No. 5
THE SCORN OF WOMAN.
BY JACK LONDON.
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NCE Freda and Mrs. Eppingwell
clashed. Now, Freda was a Greek
girl and a dancer. At least she
purported to be Greek; but this
was doubted by many, for her classic
face had over-much strength in it, and
the tides of hell which arose in her
eyes made at rare intervals her ethnology
the more dubious. To a few — men — ^this
sight had been vouchsafed, and though
long years may have passed, they have
not forgotten, nor will they ever forget.
She never talked of herself, so that it
were well to let it go down, that when
in repose, expurgated, Greek she certain-
ly was. Her furs were the most maf^nifi-
cent in all the country from Chilcoot to
8t. Michaels, and her name was common
on the lips of men. But Mrs. Eppingwell
was the wife of a captain; also a social
constellation of the first magnitude, the
path of her orbit marking the most select
coterie in Dawson — a coterie captioned
by the profane as the '^official clique."
Sitka Charley had traveled trail with
her, once, when famine drew tight and
a man's life was less than a cup of flour,
and his judgment placed her above all
women. Sitka Charley was an Indian; his
criteria were primitive; but his word
was flat, and his verdict a hall-mark in
every camp under the circle.
These two women were man-conquer-
ing, man-subduing machines, each in her
own way, and their ways were different.
Mrs. Eppingwell ruled in her own house,
9.nd at the Barracks, where were younger
Bons galore, to say nothing of the chiefs
of the police, the executive, and the judi-
ciary. Freda ruled down in the town;
but the men she ruled were the same who
functioned socially at the Barracks or
were fed tea and canned preserves at the
hand of Mrs. Eppingwell in her hill-
side cabin of rough-hewn logs. Each
knew the other existed; but their lives
were apart as the Poles, and while they
must have heard stray bits of news and
were curious, they were never known to
ask a question. And there would have
been no trouble had not a free lance in
the shape of the model-woman come into
the land on the flrst ice, with a spanking
dog-team and a cosmopolitan reputation.
Loraine Lisznayi — alliterative, dramatic,
and Hungarian — precipitated the strife,
and because of her Mrs. Eppingwell left
her hillside and Invaded Freda's domain,
and Freda likewise went up from the
town to spread confusion and embarrass-
ment at the Governor's ball.
All of which may be ancient history so
tar as the Klondike is concerned, but very
few, even in Dawson, know the inner
truth of the matter; nor beyond those
few are there any fit to measure the wife
of the captain, or the Greek dancer. And
that all are now permitted to understand,
let honor be accorded Sitka Charley.
From his lips fell the main facts in the
screed herewith presented. It ill beflts
that Freda herself should have waxed
confidential to a mere scribbler of words,
or that Mrs. Eppingwell made mention
of the things which happened. They may
have spoken, but it is unlikely.
II.
Floyd Vanderlip was a strong man,
apparently. Hard work and hard grub
had no terrors for him, as his early his-
tory in the country attested. In danger
he was a lion, and when he held in check
half a thousand starving men, as he once
did, it was remarked that no cooler eye
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ever took the glint of sunshine on a rifle-
sight. He had but one weakness, and
even that, rising from out his strength,
was of a negative sort. His parts were
strong, but they lacked co-ordination.
Now It happened that while his amatlve-
ness was pronounced. It had lain mute
ond passive during the years he lived
on moose and salmon, and chased glow-
ing Eldorados over chill divides. But
when he flnally blazed the comer-posts
and center-stakes on one of the richest
Klondike claims, it began to quicken; and
when he took his place in society, a full-
fledged Bonanza King, it awoke and took
charge of him. He suddenly recollected
a girl in the States, and it came to him
quite forcibly, not only that she might
be waiting for him, but that a wife was
a very pleasant acquisition for a man
who lived some several degrees north
of 63. So he wrote an appropriate note,
enclosed a letter of credit generous
enough to cover all expenses, including
trousseau and chaperon, and addressed
it to one, Flossie. Flossie? From the
connotation one could Imagine the rest.
However, after that he built a comfort-
able cabin on his claim, bought another
in Dawson, and broke the news to his
friends.
And just here is where the lack of co-
ordination came into play. The waiting
was tedious, and having been long denied
the amative element could not brook
further delay. Flossie was coming; but
Loralne Llsznayi was here. And not only
was Loralne Llsznayi here, but her cosmo-
politan reputation was somewhat the
worse for wear, and she was not exactly
so young as when she posed in the studios
of artist queens and received at her door
the cards of cardinals and princess. Also
her finances were unhealthy. Having
run the gamut in her time, she was now
not averse to trying conclusions with a
Bonanza King whose wealth was such
that he could not guess It within six
figures. Like a wise soldier casting about
after years of service for a comfortable
billet, she had come into the Northland
to be married. So, one day, her eyes
flashed up into Floyd Vanderlip's as he
was buying table linen for Flossie in the
P. C. Company's store, and the thing was
settled out of hand.
When a man Is free much may go un-
questioned, which, should he be rash
enough to cumber himself with domestic
ties, society will instantly challenge.
Thus it was with Floyd Vanderllp. Flos-
sie was coming, and a low buzz went
up when Loralne Llsznayi rode down the
main street behind his wolf-dogs. She ac-
companied the lady reporter of the "Kan-
sas City Star" when photographs were
taken of his bonanza properties, and
watched the genesis of a slx-colunm
article. At that time they were dined
royally in Flossie's cabin on Flossie's
table linen. Likewise there were com-
ings and goings and Junketings, all per-
fectly proper by the way, which caused
the men to say sharp things and the
women to be spiteful. Only Mrs. Epping-
well did not hear. The distant hum of
wagging tongues rose faintly, but she was
prone to believe good of persons and to
close her ears to evil; so she paid no
heed.
Not so with Freda. She had no cause
to love men, but by some strange alchemy
of her nature her heart went out to
women — ^to women whom she had less
cause to love. And her heart went out
to Flossie, even then traveling the Long
Trail and facing into the bitter North to
meet a man who might not wait for her.
A shrinking, clinging sort of a girl, Freda
pictured her, with weak mouth and pretty
pouting lips, blow-away sun-kissed hair,
and eyes full of the merry shallows and
the lesser Joys of life. But she also pic-
tured Flossie, face nose-strapped, and
frost-rimed, stumbling wearily behind the
dogs. Wherefore she smiled, dancing
one night, upon Floyd Vanderlip.
Few men are so constituted that they
may receive the smile of Freda unmoved;
uor among them can Floyd Vanderlip be
counted. The grace he had found with
the model-woman had caused him to re-
measure himself, and by the favor In
which he now stood with the Greek dan-
cer he felt himself doubly a man. There
were unknown qualities and depths in
Mm, evidently, which they perceived.
He did not know exactly what those qual-
ities and depths were, but he had a hazy
idea that they were there, somewhere,
and of them was bred a great pride in
himself. A man who could force two
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women such as these to look upon him a
second time was certainly a most re-
markable man. Some day, when he had
the time, he would sit down and analyze
Lis strength; but now. Just now, he would
take what the gods had given him. And
a thin little thought began to lift itself,
and he fell to wondering whatever under
the sun he had seen in Flossie, and to
regret exceedingly that he had sent for
her. Of course Freda was out of the run-
ning. His dumps were the richest on
Bonanza Creek, and they were many,
while he was a man of responsibility and
position. But Lioraine Lizsnayi — she was
just the woman. Her life had been large;
she could do the honors of his establish-
ment and give tone to his dollars.
But Freda smiled, and continued to
smile, till he came to spend much time
with her. When she, too, rode down the
street behind his wolf-dogs, the model-
woman found food for thought, and the
next time they were together dazzled
him with her princes and cardinals and
personal little anecdotes of courts and
kings. She also showed him dainty
perfumed missives, superscribed, "My
dear Loraine," and ended ''Most affect-
ionately yours," and signed by the given
name of a real live queen on a throne.
And he marveled in his heart that the
great woman should deign to waste so
much as a moment upon him. But she
played him cleverly, making flattering
contrasts and comparisons between him
and the noble phantoms she drew mainly
from her fancy, till he went away dizzy
with self-delight and sorrowing for the
world which had been denied him so
long, Freda was a more masterful woman.
If she flattered, no one knew it. Should
she stoop, the stoop were unobserved.
If a man felt she thought well of him,
BO subtly was the feeling conveyed that
he could not for the life of him say why
or how. So she tightened her grip upon
Floyd Vanderlip and rode daily behind
his dogs.
And just here is where the mistake
occurred. The buzz rose loudly and more
definitely, coupled now with the name of
the dancer, and Mrs. Eppingwell heard.
She, too, thought of Flossie lifting her
moccasined foot through the endless
hours; and Floyd Vanderlip was Invited
up the hillside to tea, and invited often.
This quite took his breath away, and he
became drunken with self-appreciation.
Never was man so mal-treated. His
soul was a thing for which three women
struggled, while a fourth was on the way
to claim it. And three such women!
But of Mrs. Eppingwell and the mistake
she made. She spoke of the affair, tenta-
tively, to Sitka Charley, who had sold
dogs to the Greek girl. But no names
were mentioned. The nearest approach
to it was when Mrs. Eppingwell said,
"this — er — horrid woman," and Sitka
Charley with the model-woman strong in
his thought, had echoed, "this — er — hior-
rid woman." And he agreed with her
that it was a wicked thing for a woman to
come between a man and the girl he was
to marry. "A mere girl, Charley," she
said, "I am sure she is. And she is com-
ing into a strange country without a
friend when she gets here. And we must
do something." Sitka Charley promised
his help, and went away thinking what
a wicked woman this Loraine Lisznayi
must be, also what noble women Mrs.
Eppingwell and Freda were to interest
themselves in the welfare of the un-
known Flossie.
Now, Mrs. Eppingwell was open as the
day. To Sitka Charley, who took her
once past the Hills of Silence, belongs the
glory of having memorialized her clear-
searching eyes, her clear-ringing voice,
and her utter downright frankness. Her
lips had a way of stiffening to command,
and she was used to coming straight to
the point. Having taken Floyd Vander-
lip's measurement, she did not dare this
with him; but she was not afraid to go
down into the town to Freda. And down
she went, in the bright light of day, to
the house of the dancer. She was above
silly tongues, as was her husband, the
captain. She wished to see this woman
and to speak with her, nor was she aware
of any reason why she should not. So
she stood in the snow at the Greek girl's
door, with the frost at sixty below, and
parleyed with the waiting-maid for a full
five minutes. She had also the pleasure
of being turned away from that door, and
of going back up the hill, wroth at heart
for the indignity which had been put
upon her. Who was this woman that she
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should refuse to see her? she asked her-
self. One would think it the other way
round, and she herself but a dancing girl
denied at the door of the wife of a cap-
tain. As it was , she knew that had Freda
come up the hill to her, — no matter what
the errand, — she would have made her
welcome at her fire, and they would have
sat there as two women, and talked,
merely as two women. She had over-
stepped convention and lowered herself,
but she had thought it different with the
women down in the town. And she was
ashamed that she had laid herself open
to such dishonor, and her thoughts of
Freda were unkind.
Not that Freda deserved this. Mrs.
Eppingwell had descended to meet her
who was without caste, while she, strong
in the traditions of her own earlier status,
had not permitted it. She could worship
such a woman, and she would have asked
no greater joy than to have had her into
the cabin and sat with her, just sat with
her for an hour. But her respect for
Mrs. Eppingwell, and her respect for her-
self who was beyond respect, had pre-
vented her doing that which she most
desired. Though not quite recovered
from the recent visit of Mrs. McFee, the
wife of the minister, who had descended
upon her in a whirlwind of exhortation
and brimstone, she could not imagine
what had prompted the present visit
She was not aware of any particular
wrong she had done, and surely this
woman who waited at the door was not
concerned with the welfare of her soul.
Why had she come? For all the curiosity
she could not help but feel, she steeled
herself in the pride of those who are
without pride, and trembled in the inner
room like a maid on the first caress of a
lover. If Mrs. Eppingwell suffered going
up the hill, she too, suffered, lying face
downward on the bed, dry-eyed, dry-
mouthed, dumb.
Mrs. Eppingwell's knowledge of human
nature was great. She aimed at univer-
sality. She had found it easy to step
from the civilized and contemplate things
from the barbaric aspect. She could
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ccmprehend certain primal and analogous
cliaracteristics in a hungry wolf-dog or a
starving man, and predicate lines of
action to be pursued by either under like
conditions. To her, a woman was a
wonaan, whether garbed In the royal
purple or the rags of the gutter; Freda
was a woman. She would not have been
surprised had she been taken into the
dancer's cabin and encountered on cqpi-
mon ground; nor surprised had she been
taken in and flaunted in prideless arro-
gance. But to be treated as she had
been treated, was unexpected and disap-
pointing. Ergo, she had not caught
Freda's point of view. And this was
good. There are some points of view
which cannot be gained save through
much travail and personal crucifixion,
and it were well for the world that
Mrs. Bppingwells should, in certain ways,
fall short of universality. One cannot
understand defilement without laying
hands on pitch, which is very sticky,
while there be plenty willing to under-
Uike the experiment. All of which is of
small concern, beyond the fact that it
gives Mrs. Eppingwell ground for griev-
ance, and bred for her a greater love in
the Greek girl's heart.
Ill
And in this way things went along for
a month — Mrs. Eppingwell striving to
withhold the man from the Greek dancer's
blandishments, against the time of Flos-
sie's coming; Flossie lessening the miles
ecch day on the dreary trail; Freda pit-
ting her strength against the model-
woman; the model-woman straining her
every nerve to land the prize; and the
man moving through it all like a flying
shuttle, very proud of himself whom he
believed to be Don Juan come to earth
again.
It was nobody's fault, except the man's,
that Loraine Lisznayi at last landed him.
The way of a man with a maid may be
too wonderful to know, but the way of a
woman with a man passeth all concep-
tion; whence the prophet were indeed
unwise who would dare forecast Floyd
Vanderllp's course twenty-four hours in
advance. Perhaps the model-woman's at-
traction lay in that to the eye she was a
handsome animal; perhaps she fascin-
ated him with her old-world talk of pal-
aces and princes. Leastwise she dazzled
him whose life had been worked out in
uncultured roughness, and he at last
agreed to her suggestion of a run down
the river and a marriage at Forty Mile.
In token of his intention he bought dogs
from Sitka Charley, — more than one sled
is necessary when a woman like Loraine
Lisznayi takes to the trail, — ^and then
went up the creek to give orders for the
superintendence of his Bonanza mines
during his absence.
He had given it out, rather- vaguely,
that he needed the animals for sledding
lumber from the mill to his sluices, and
right here is where Sitka Charley demon-
strated his fitness. He agreed to furnish
dogs on a given date, but no sooner had
Floyd Vanderlip turned his toes up-creek,
than Charley hied himself away in great
perturbation to Loraine Lisznayi. Did
she know where Mr. Vanderlip had gone?
He had agreed to supply that gentleman
with a big string of dogs by a certain
time, but that shameless one, the German
trader, Meyers, had been buying up the
brutes and skimped the market. It was
very necessary he should see Mr. Vander-
lip, because of the shameless one he
would be all of a week behind hand in
filling the contract. She did know where
he had gone? Up creek? Good! He
would strike out after him at once and
fnform him of the unhappy delay. Did
h*^ understand her to say that Mr. Van-
derlip needed the dogs on Friday night?
that he must have them by that time?
It was too bad, but it was the fault of
the shameless one who had bid up the
prices. They had jumped fifty dollars per
head, and should he buy on the rising
market he would lose by the contract.
He wondered if Mr. Vanderlip would be
willing to meet the advance. She knew
he would? Being Mr. Vanderlip's friend,
she would even meet the difference her-
self? And he was to say nothing about
it ? She was kind to so look to his inter-
ests. Friday nieht. did she say? Good!
The dops would be on hand.
An hour later. Freda knew the elope-
ment was to be nulled off on Friday
night: also. Floyd Vanderlip had gone up-
creek and her hands were tied. On Fri-
day morning. Devere^ux, the official cour-
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airived oyer the ice. Besides the dis-
patches, he brought news of Fiossie. He
has passed her camp at Sixty Mile;
humans and dogs were in good condition;
and she would doubtless be in on the
morrow. Mrs. Eppingwell experienced a
great relief on hearing this; Floyd Van-
derllp was safe up-creek, and ere the
Greek girl could again lay hands upon
him his bride would be on the ground.
But that afternoon her big St. Bernard,
valiantly defending her front stoop, was
downed by a foraging party of trail-
starved Malemutes. He was buried be-
neath the hirsute mass for about thirty
seconds, when rescued ny a couple of
axes and as many men. Had he remained
down two minutes, the chances were
large that he would have been roughly
apportioned and carried away in the
respective bellies of the attacking party;
but as it was, it was a mere case of neat
and expeditious mangling. Sitka Charley
came to repair the damages, especially
a right fore-paw which had inadvertently
been left a fraction of a second too long
in some other dog's mouth. As he put
on his mittens to go, the talk turned
upon Flossie and in natural sequence
passed on to the " — er — ^horrid woman."
Sitka Charley remarked incidentally that
she intended jumping out down river that
night with Floyd Vanderlip, and furthes
ventured the information that accidents
were very likely at that time of year.
So Mrs. Eppingweirs thoughts of Freda
were unkinder than ever. She wrote a
note, addressed it to the man in question,
and intrusted it to a messenger who laid
in wait at the mouth of Bonanza Creek.
Another man, bearing a note from Freda,
also waited at that strategic point. So
it happened that Floyd Vanderlip, riding
his sled merrily down with the last day-
light, received the notes together. He
tore Freda's across. No, ne would not go
to see her. There were greater things
afoot that night. Besides, she was out of
the running. But Mrs. Eppingwell! He
would observe her last wish, — or rather,
— the last wish it would be possible for
him to observe, — and meet her at the
Governor's ball to hear what she had to
say. From the tone of the writing it
was evidently important; perhaps — he
smiled fondly, but failed to shape the
thought Confound it all, what a lucky
fellow he was with the women anyway!
Scattering her letter to the frost, he
•'mushed" the dogs Into a swinging lope
and headed for his cabin. It was to be a
masquerade, and he had to dig up the
costume used at the Opera House a
couple of months before. Also, he had
to shave and to eat. Thus it was that he,
alone of all interested, was unaware of
B'lossie's proximity.
"Have them down to the water-hole off
the hospital, at mid-night, sharp. Don't
fail me," he said to Sitka Charley, who
dropped in with the advice that only one
dog was lacking to fill the bill, and that
that one would be forthcoming In an hour
or so. "Here's the sack. There's the
scales. Weigh out your own dust, and
don't bother me. I've got to get ready
for the ball."
Sitka Charley weighed out his pay and
departed, carrying with him a letter to
Loraine Lisznayi, the contents of which
he correctly imagined to refer to a meet-
ing at the water-hole off the hospital, at
mid-night, sharp.
IV
Twice Freda sent messengers up to
the Barracks where the dance was in
full swing, and as often they came back
without answers. Then she did what
only Freda could do — put on her furs,
masked her face, and went up herself to
the Governor's ball. Now there hap-
pened to be a custom, — ^not an original
one by any means,--to which the official
clique had long since become addicted.
It was a very wise custom, for it fur-
nished protection to the womankind of
the officials and gave greater select-
ness to their revels. Whenever a mas-
querade was given, a committee was
chosen, the sole function of which was
to stand by the door and peep beneath
each and every mask. Most men did not
clamor to be placed upon this committee,
while the very ones who least desired the
honor were the ones whose services were
most required. The chaplain was not
v/ell enough acquainted with the faces
and places of the townspeople to know
whom to admit and whom to turn away.
In like condition were the several other
worthy gentlemen who would have asked
nothing better than to so serve. To fill
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the coveted place Mrs. McFee would
have risked her chance of salvation, and
did, one night, when a certain trio passed
in under her guns and muddled things
ccnsiderably before their identity was
discovered. Thereafter only 'the fit were
chosen, and very ungracefully did they
respond.
On this particular night Prince was at
the door. Pressure had been brought
to bear, and he had not yet recovered
from amaze at his having consented to
undertake a task which bid fair to lose
him half his friends, merely for the sake
of pleasing the other half. Three or four
of the men he had refused were men
whom he had known on creek and trail, —
good comrades, but not exactly eligible
for so select an afTair. He was canvass-
ing the expediency of resigning the post
there and then, when a woman tripped
in under the light. Freda! He could
swear it by the furs, did not he know that
poise of the head so well. The last one
to expect in all the world, ne had given
her better judgment than to thus venture
the ignominy of refusal, or, If she passed,
the scorn of women. He shook his head,
without scrutinizing; he knew her too
well to be mistaken. But she pressed
closer. She lifted the black silk ribband
and as quickly lowered it again. For one
flashing, eternal second he looked upon
her face. It was not for nothing, the
saying which had arisen in the country,
that Freda played with men as a child
with bubbles. Not a word was spoken.
Prince stepped aside, and a few moments
later might have been seen resigning,
with profuse incoherence, the post to
which he had been unfaithful.
A woman, flexible of form, yet rhyth-
mic of strength in every movement, now
pausing with this group, now scanning
that, urged a restless and devious course
among the revelers. Men recognized the
furs, and marveled — men who should
have served upon tne door committee;
but they were not prone to speech. Not
so with the women. They had better
eyes, for the line of the flgure and tricks
of carriage, and they knew this form to
ba one with which they were unfamiliar;
likewise the furs. Mrs. McFee emerging
from the supper-room where all was in
readiness, caught one flash of the blazing.
questioning eyes through the silken
mask-slits, and received a start. She
tried to recollect where she had seen
the like, and a vivid picture was recalled
of a certain proud and rebellious sinner
whom she had once encountered on a
fruitless errand for the hord.
So it was that the good woman took
the trail in hot and righteous wrath,
a trail which brought her ultimately into
the company of Mrs. Eppingwell and
Floyd Vanderlip. Mrs. Eppingwell had
just found the opportunity of talking
with the man. She had determined, now
that Flossie was so near at hand, to pro-
ceed directly to the point, and an incisive
little ethical discourse was titillating on
the end of her tongue when the couple
became three. She noted, and pleasur-
ably, the faintly foreign accent of the
"Beg pardon" with which the furred
woman prefaced and excused her imme-
diate appropriation of Floyd Vanderlip;
and she courteously bowed her abdica-
tion and permission for them to draw
a little apart.
Then it was that Mrs. McFee's right-
eous hand descended, and accompanying
it in its descent was a black mask torn
fr('m a startled woman. A wonderful
face and brilliant eyes were exposed
to the well-bred curiosity of those who
looked that way, and they were every-
body. Floyd Vanderlip was rather con-
fused. The situation demanded instant
action on the part of a man who was not
beyond his depths, while he hardly knew
where he was. He stared helplessly about
him. Mrs. Eppingwell was perplexed.
She could not comprehend. An expla-
nation was forthcoming, somewhere, and
Mrs. McFee was equal to it.
"Mrs. Eppingwell," and her Celtic
voice rose shrilly, "it is with great pleas-
ure I make you acquainted with Freda
Moloof, Miss Freda Moloof, as I under-
stand."
Freda involuntarily turned. With her
own face bared, she felt as in a dream,
naked, upon her turned the clothed fea-
tures and gleaming eyes of the masked
circle. It seemed, almost, as though a
hungry wolf-pack girdled her, ready to
drag her down. It might chance that
some felt pity for her, she thought, and
at the thought, hardened. Sbe would
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by far prefer their scorn. Strong of heart
was she, this woman, and though she
had hunted the prey into the midst of
the pack, Mrs. Eppingwell or no Mrs.
Eppin^^well, she could not forego the kill.
But here Mrs. Eppingwell did a strange
thing. So this, at last, was Freda, she
mused to herself, the dancer and the de-
stroyer of men; the woman from whose
door she had been turned. And she, too,
felt the imperious creature's nakedness
as though it were her own. Perhaps it
was this, her Saxon disinclination to
meet a disadvantaged foe, perhaps, for-
sooth, that it might give her greater
strength in the struggle for the man,
and it might have been a little of both;
but be that as it may, she did do this
strange thing. When Mrs. McFee's thin
voice, vibrant with malice, had raised,
and Freda turned involuntarily, Mrs. Ep-
pinsw^ell also turned, removed her mask,
and inclined her head in acknowledgment.
It was another flashing, eternal sec-
ond, during which these two women re-
garded each other. The one, eyes blazing,
meteoric; at bay, aggressive; suffering
in advance and resenting in advance the
scorn and ridicule and insult she had
thrown herself open to; a beautiful, burn-
Ins* bubbling, lava cone of flesh and
spirit And the other, calm-eyed, cool-
browed, serene; strong in her own integ-
rity; with faith in herself, thoroughly at
ease; diapaBsioned, imperturbable; a fig-
ure chiseled from some cold marble
quarry. Whatever gulf there might exist,
she recognized it not. No bridging, no
descending; her attitude was that of per-
fect equality. She stood tranquilly on
the ground of their common womanhood.
And this maddened Freda. Not so, had
she been of lesser breed; but her soul's
plummet knew not the bottomless, and
she could follow the other into the deeps
of her deepest depths, and read her
aright. Why do you not draw back your
garment's hem? she was fain to cry out,
aJl in that flashing, dazzling second. Spit
upon me, revile me, and it were greater
mercy than this. She trembled. Her nos-
trils distended and quivered. But she
drew herself in check, returned the in-
clination of head, and turned to the
man.
"Come with me, Floyd," she said simp-
ly **I want you now."
"What the " he began explosively,
and quit as suddenly, discreet enough to
not round it off, but not discreet enough
to have suppressed it in the first place.
Where the deuce had his wits gone, any-
way? Was ever a man more foolishly
placed? He gurgled deep down in his
throat and high up in the roof of his
mouth, heaved as one his big shoulders
and his indecision, and glared appealingly
at the two women.
"I beg pardon, just a moment, but may
I speak first with Mr. Vanderlip?" Mrs.
Epplngweirs voice, though fiute-like and
low, predicated will in its every cadence.
The man looked his gratitude. He, at
least, was willing enough.
"I am very sorry," from Freda. "There
isn't time. He must come at once."
The conventional phrases dropped easily
from her lips, but she could not forbear
to smile inwardly at their inadequacy
and weakness. She would much rather
heve shrieked.
"But how comes, it. Miss Moloof ? Who
are you that you may possess yourself
of Mr. Vanderlip and command his ac-
tions?"
Whereupon relief brightened his face,
and the man beamed his approval.
Tiust Mrs. Eppingwell to drag him clear.
Freda had met her match this time.
"I— I ". Freda hesitated, and then
her feminine mind putting on its harness
"and who are you to ask this ques-
tion?"
"I? I am Mrs. Eppingwell, and "
"There!" the other broke in sharply.
"You are the wife of a captain, who is
therefore your husband. I am only a
dancing girl. What do you want with this
man?"
"Such unprecedented behavior!" Mrs.
McFee ruffled herself and cleared for
action, but Mrs. Eppingwell shut her
mouth with a look, and developed a new
attack.
"Since Miss Moloof appears to hold
claims upon you, Mr. Vanderlip, and is
too obdurate to grant me a few seconds
of your time, I am forced to appeal direct-
ly to you. May I speak with you, alone,
and now?"
Mrs. McFee's jaws brought together
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with a snap. That settled the disgrace-
ful situation.
"Why, er — ^that is, certainly/* the man
stammered. "Of course, of course,"
growing more effusive at the prospect of
deliverance.
Men are only gregarious vertebrates,
domesticated and evolved, and the
chances are large that it was because the
Greek girl had in her time dealt with
wilder masculine beasts of the human
sort; for she turned upon the man with
hell's tides afiood in her blazing eyes,
much as a bespangled lady upon a lion
which has suddenly imbibed the perni-
cious theory that he is a free agent. The
beast in him fawned at the lash.
"That is to say, ah, afterward. To-
morrow, Mrs. Eppingwell; yes, to-mor-
row. That is what I meant." He solaced
himself with the fact, should he remain,
that more embarrassment awaited. Also,
ho had an engagement which he must
keep shortly, down by the water-hole off
the hospital. Ye Gods ! he had never given
Freda credit. Wasn't she magnificent!
"I'll thank you for my mask, Mrs. Mc-
Fee."
That lady, for the nonce, speechless,
turned over the article in question.
"Good-night, Miss Moloof." Mrs. Ep-
pingwell was royal, even in defeat.
Freda reciprocated, though barely
downing the impulse to clasp the other's
knees and beg forgiveness — no, not for-
giveness, but something, she knew not
what, but which she none the less great-
ly desired.
The man was for her taking his arm;
tut she had made her kill in the midst
of the pack, and that which led kings
to drag their vanquished at the chariot-
tail, led her toward the door alone, Floyd
Vanderlip close at heel and striving to
re-establish his mental equilibrium.
It was bitter cold. As the trail wound,
a quarter of a mile brought them to the
dancer's cabin, by which time her moist
breath had coated her face frostily, while
his had massed his heavy moustache till
the conversation was painful. By the
greenish light of the aurora borealis, the
quicksilver showed itself frozen hard in
the bulb of the thermometer which hung
outside the door. A thousand dogs, in
pitiful chorus, wailed their ancient
wrongs and claimed mercy from the un-
heeding stars. Not a breath of air was
raoving. For them there was no shelter
from the cold, no shrewd crawling to
leeward in snug nooks. The frost was
everywhere, and they lay in the open,
ever and anon stretching their trail-
stiffened muscles and lifting the Ions-
wolf-howl.
They did not talk at first, the man and
the woman. While the maid helped
Freda off with her wraps Floyd Vanderlip
replenished the fire, and by the time the
maid had withdrawn to an inner rooni,
his head over the stove, he was busily
thawing out his burdened upper lip.
After that he rolled a cigarette and
watched her lazily through the fragrant
eddies. She stole a glance at the clock.
It lacked half an hour of midnight. What
was his mood ? What mood of hers could
meet his best? Not that she doubted
herself. No, no. Hold him she could,
if need be at pistol point, till Sitka Char-
ley's work was done, and Devereaux's,
too.
There were many ways, and with her
knowledge of this, her contempt for the
man increased. As she leaned her head
on her hand, a fleeting vision of her own
girlhood, with its mournful climateric
and tragic ebb, was vouchsafed her, and
for the moment she was minded to read
him a lesson from it. God! It must be
less than human brute who could not be
held by such a tale, told as she could tell
it, but ^bah! he was not worth it, nor
worth the pain to her. The candle was
positioned just right, and even as she
thought of these things, sacredly shame-
ful to her, he was pleasuring in the
transparent pinkiness of her ear. She
noted his eye, took the cue, and turned
her head till the clean profile of the face
was presented. Not the least was that
profile among her virtues. She could
not help the lines upon which she had
been builded, and they were very good;
but she had long since learned those lines
and though little they needed, was not
aT)Ove advantaging them to the best of
her ability. The candle Degan to flicker.
She could not do anything ungracefully,
but that did not prevent her improving
upon nature a bit, when she reached forth
and deftly snuffed the red wick from the
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midst of the flame. Again, she rested
head on hand, this time regarding the
man thoughtfully. Any man is pleased
when thus regarded by a pretty woman;
Floyd Vanderlip was any man; and It
happens the syllogism is lusty enough to
stand on its own legs.
She was in little haste to begin. If
dalliance were to his liking, it was to
hers. To him it was very comfortable,
soothing his lungs with nicotine and
gazing upon her. It was snug and warm
here, while down by the water-hole be-
gan a trail which he would soon be
hitting through the chilly hours. He felt
he ought to be angry with Freda for the
scene she had created, but somehow he
didn't feel a bit wrathful. Like as not
there wouldn't have been any scene if
it hadn't been for that McFee woman. If
he were the Governor he would put a
poll tax of a hundred ounces a quarter
upon her and her kind, and all gossip
sharks and sky pilots. And certainly
Freda had behaved very lady-like — ^held
her own with Mrs. Eppingwell besides.
Never gave the girl credit for the grit.
He looked lingeringly over her, coming
back now and again to the eyes, behind
the deep earnestness of which he could
not guess lay concealed a deeper sneer.
And Jove, wasn't she well put-up! Won-
der why she looked at him so? Did she
want to marry him, too? Like as not.
But she wasn't the only one. Her looks
were in her favor, weren't they? And
young — ^younger than Loraine Lisznayi.
She couldn't be more than twenty-three
or four, twenty-five at most. And she'd
never get stout. Anybody could guess
that the first time. He couldn't say it
ol Loraine, though. She certainly had
put on fiesh since the days she served
ae model. Huh! Once he got her on the
trail he'd take it off. Put on the snow-
shoes to break ahead of the dogs. Never
knew it to fail yet. But his thoughts
leaped ahead to the palace under the
lazy Mediterranean sky — and how would
I* be with Loraine, then? No frost, no
trail, no famine now and again to cheer
the monotony, and she getting older and
piling it on with every sunrise. While
this girl Freda — ^he sighed his uncon-
scious regret that he had missed being
born under the fiag of the Turk, and came
beck to Alaska.
"Well?" Both hands of the clock
pointed perpendicularly to midnight, and
it was high time he was getting down to
the water-hole.
"Oh!" Freda started, and she did it
prettily, delighting him as his fellows
have ever been delighted by their woman-
kind. When a man is made to believe
that a woman, looking upon him thought-
fully, has lost herself in meditation over
him, that man needs be an extremely
cold-blooded individual in order to trim
his sheets, set a lookout, and stear clear.
"I was just wondering what you wanted
to see me about," he explained, drawing
his chair up to hers by the table.
"Floyd," she looked him steadily in the
eyes. "I am tired of the whole busi-
ness. I want to go away. I can't live it
out here till the river breaks. If I try
I'll die. I am sure of it. I want to quit
it all and gcr away, and I want to do it at
once."
She laid her hand in mute appeal upon
the back of his (which turned over and
became a prison). Another one, he
thought, just throwing herself at him.
Guess it wouldn't hurt Loraine to cool
her feet by the water-hole a little longer.
"Well?" This time from Freda, but
scftly and anxiously.
"I don't know what to say," he hasten-
ed to answer, adding to himself that it
was coming along quicker than he had
expected.
"Nothing I'd like better, Freda, you
know that well enough." He pressed her
hand, palm to palm.
She nodded. Could she wonder that
she despised the breed?
"But you see, I — Fm engaged. Of
course you know that. And the girl's
coming into the country to marry me.
Don't know what was up with me when I
asked her, but it was a long while back
and I was all-fired young."
"I want to go away, out of the land,
anywhere," she went on, disregarding
the fable obstacle he had reared up and
apologized for. "I have been running
over the men I know, and reached the
conclusion that that "
"I was the likeliest of the lot?"
She smiled her gratitude for his having
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saved her the embarrassment of confes-
sion. He drew her head against his
shoulder with the free hand and somehow
the scent of her hair got into his nos-
trils. Then he discovered that a com-
mon pulse throbbed, throbbed, where
their palms were in contact. This phe-
nomenon is easily comprehensible from
a physiological standpoint, but to the
man who makes the discovery for the
first time, it is a most wonderful thing.
Floyd Vanderlip had caressed more
sbovel-handles than women's hands in
his time, so this was an experience quite
new and delightfully strange. And when
Freda turned her head against his
shoulder, her hair brushing his cheek
till his eyes met hers, full and at close
range, luminously soft, aye, and tender —
why, whose fault was it that he lost his
grip utterly? False to Flossie, why not
to Loraine? Even if the woman did keep
bothering him, that was no reason he
should make up his mind in a hurry.
Why, he had slathers of money, and
Freda was just the girl to grace it. A
wife she'd make him for other men to
envy. But go slow. He must be cau-
tious.
"You don't happen to care for palaces,
do you?" he asked in pursuance thereof.
She shook her head.
"Well, I had a hankering after them
myself, till I got to thinking, a while
back, and I've about sized it up that one'd
get fat living in palaces, and soft and
lazy."
"Yes, it's nice for a time, but you soon
grow tired of it, I imagine," she hastened
to reassure him. "The world is good,
but life should be many-sided. Rough
and knock about for awhile, and then
rest up somewhere. Off to the South
Seas on a yacht, then a nibble of Paris,
a winter in Soutn America and a summer
in Norway, a few months In England "
"Good society?"
"Most certainly — ^the best, and then
heigho! for the dogs and sleds and the
Hudson Bay country. Change, you
know. A strong man like you, full of vi-
tality and go, could not possibly stand
a palace for a year. It is all very well
for effeminate men, but you weren't
made for such a life. You are mascu-
line, intensely masculine."
"Think so?'
"It does not require thinking. I know.
Have you ever noticed that it was easy
to make women care for you?"
His dubious innocence was superb.
"It is very easy. And why? Because
you are masculine. You strike the deep-
est chords of a woman's heart You are
something to cling to — ^big — ^muscled,
strong and brave. In short, you are a
man."
She shot a glance at the clock. It was
half after the hour. She had given a
margin of thirty minutes to Sitka Char^
ley; and it did not matter, now, when
Devereaux arrived. Her work was done.
She lifted her head, laughed her genuine
mirth, slipped her hand clear, and rising
to her feet called the maid.
"Alice, help Mr. Vanderlip on with hi&
parka. His mittens are on the sill by
the stove."
The man could not understand.
"Let me thank you for your kindness,
Floyd. Your time was invaluable to me,
and it was indeed good of you. The turn-
ing to the left, as you leave the cabin,
leads the quickest to the waterhole.
Good-night. I am going to bed."
Floyd Vanderlip employed strong lan-
guage to express his perplexity and dis-
appointment. Alice did not like to hear
men swear, so dropped his parka on the
floor and tossed his mittens on top of it.
Then he made a break for Freda, and she
ruined her retreat to the inner room by
tripping over the parka. He brought her
up standing with a rude grip on the
wrist. But she only laughed. She was
not afraid of men. Had they not wrought
their worst with her, and did she not still
endure?
"Don't be rough," she said finally.
"On second thought," here she looked at
his detaining hand, "I've decided to not
go to bed yet awhile. Do sit down and
be comfortable instead of ridiculous.
Any questions?"
"Yes, my lady, and reckoning, too.'*
He still kept his hold. "What do you
know about the water-hole? What did
you mean by — no, never mind. One ques-
tion at a time."
"Oh, nothing much. Sitka Charley
had an appointment there with somebody
you may know, and not being anxious
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lor a man of your known charm to be
present, fell back upon me to kindly
help him. That's all. They're off now,
and a good half hour ago."
"Where? Down river and without me?
And he an Indian:
"There's no accounting for taste, you
kuow, especially in a woman."
"But how do I stand in this deal?
I've lost four thousand dollars worth of
dcgs and a tidy bit of a woman, and noth-
ing to show for it. Except you," he
added in an afterthought, "and cheap you
are at the price."
Freda shrugged her shoulders.
"You might as well get ready. I'm
going out to borrow a couple of teams of
dogs, and we'll start in as many hours."
"I am very sorry, but I'm going to bed."
"You'll pack if you know what's good
for you. Go to bed or no go to bed, when
I get my dogs outside, so help me, onto
the sled you go. Mebbe you fooled with
me, but I'll Just see your blufC and take
you In earnest. Hear me?"
He closed on her wrist till it hurt, but
on her lips a smile was growing, and she
seemed to listen intently to some out-
side sound. There was a jingle of dog
bells, and a man's voice crying, "Haw!"'
as a sled took the turning and drew up at
the cabin.
"Now will you let me go to bed?"
As Freda spoke she threw open the
door. Into the warm room rushed the
frost, and on the threshold, garbed in
trail-worn furs, knee-deep in the swirl-
ing vapor, against a background of flam-
ing borealis, a woman hesitated. She
removed her nose-strap, and stood blink-
ing blindly in the white candle-light.
Floyd Vanderlip stumbled forward.
"Floyd!" she cried and met him with
a tired bound.
What could he do but kiss the armful
of furs and flesh? And a pretty armful
it was, nestling against him wearily, but
happy.
"It was good of you," spoke the arm-
ful, "to send Mr. Devereaux with fresh
dogs after me, else I would not have
been in till to-morrow."
The man looked blankly across at
Freda, then the light breaking in upon
him, "and wasn't it good of Devereaux
to go?"
"Couldn't wait a bit longer, could you.
dear?" Flossie snuggled closer.
"Well, I was getting sort of impatient,"
he confessed glibly, at the same time
drawing her up till her feet left the floor,
and getting outside the door.
That same night an inexplicable thing
happened to the Reverend James Brown,
missionary, who lived among the natives
several miles down the Yukon, and saw
to it that the trails they trod led to the
white man's paradise. He was roused
from his sleep by a strange Indian, who
gave into his charge not only the soul
but the body of a woman, and, having
done this, drove quickly away. This
woman was heavy, and handsome, and
saisry, and in her wrath unclean Words
fell from her mouth. This shocked the
worthy man, but he was yet young and
her presence would have been pemici-
cus (in the simple eyes of his flock) had
she not struck out on foot for Dawson
with the flrst gray of dawn.
The shock to Dawson came many days
later, when the summer had come and
the population honored a certain royal
lady at Windsor by lining the Yukon's
bank and watching Sitka Charley rise
up with flashing paddle and drive the
fiist canoe across the line. On this day
of the races, Mrs. Eppingwell, who had
learned and unlearned numerous things,
saw Freda for the flrst time since the
night of the ball. "Publicly, mind you,"
as Mrs. McFee expressed it, 'without re-
gard or respect for the morals of the com-
munity," she went up to the dancer and
held out her hand. At flrst, it is re-
membered by those who saw, the girl
shrank back, then words passed between
the two, and Freda, great Freda, broke
down and wept on the shoulder of the
Captain's wife. It was not given to Daw-
son to know why Mrs. Eppingwell should
crave forgiveness of a Greek dancing
girl, but she did it publicly, and it was
unseemly.
It were well not to forget Mrs. McFee.
She took a cabin passage on the flrst
steamer going out. She also took with
her a theory which she achieved in the
silent watches of the long dark nights;
it is her conviction that the Northland
is unregenerate because it is cold there.
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THEOSOPHY AND THEOSOPHISTS.
BY H. S. OLCOTf.
H. S. Olcott.
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HEN a society has had an un-
broken career of a quarter of
a century, and at the end of that
time finds its prospects as good
us could be desired, with its usefulness
increasing, and its members devoted,
there is good reason to believe that it was
bcm at the right time. Such is the situa-
tion as regards the Theosophical Society,
of which I have the honor to be the
President-Founder. The society cele-
brated, in December last, its twenty-fifth
anniversary, and from the official re-
port any one can trace the history of the
rise and spread of this notable sociologi-
cal movement. The unpretentiousness of
its beginnings makes all the more strik-
ing contrast with its rapid growth and
the influence it has exercised upon con-
temporary literature and thought. The
formation of the society was heralded
with no parade or clamor. No celestial
portends appeared, nor did the earth
show by seismatic tremors that she was
giving birth to another great evolution-
ar3 agency. There was just an im-
promptu meeting in a private drawing-
room in New York of a handful of ladies
and gentlemen to listen to a discourse
on the Egyptian Canon of Proportion,
which resolved itself finally into an as-
semblage which adopted a proposition
to form a society for specific purposes —
In short, that known as the Theosophical
Society. I was the proposer of the reso-
lution, and my motive was the following:
At that time — 1875 — ^there was a very
much more decided drift of the mind of
the educated class toward atheism, and
religious scepticism of a variety of forms
than at present. The intelligent and
broad-minded class of the day were under
the influence of the newly announced
Darwinian theory of evolution, and all
the old theological foundations were be-
ing rudely shaken. Colonel Robert In-
ge rsoU, Mr. Bradlaugh, and Mrs. Besant
were triumphantly battling against or-
thodoxy; and the axes of Herbert Spen-
cer, Huxley, Tyndall, Haeckel, Renan,
Bain, and the other leaders of the army
of Progress, were being laid to the root
of the tree of Dogma. It was becoming
as fashionable to disbelieve in religion
as it was at the time of the French Revo-
lution, when the barber boasted that he
had no more religion than his lordship.
Not only was the Church in danger, but
the very ground upon which it stood w^as
imperiled. The irruption of Modern Spir-
itualism had. it is true, done much to
counteract this materialistic tendency,
but still it lacked organization. Its phe-
nomena was seldom given to competent
scientific experts under test conditions,
and its philosophy was too optimistic
and emotional to win the sympathies of
the best educated class. True, we must
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Professor Robert Hare, Mr. Crookes, Mr.
Alfred R. Wallace, Proressor Zollner, of
Leipsic, Professor Boutleroff, of Russia,
Camilie Flaminarion, and a few others.
But the number was not large enough
to peisuade the great body of their con-
temporaries, who, being indisposed to
take tioubie in the matter, contented
themselves with questioning their sanity.
£t occurred to me that a society of an im-
dogmatic and eclectic character which
could win the sympathy and aid of the
learned men of the East, who were the
custodians of the ancient classical litera-
ture, which should plant itself upon the
recognition of an essential human broth-
erhood, and which should promote scien-
tific inquiries into the nacure of human
consciousness and the origin and destiny
of man and things, might do much good
to the friends of religion. So, as above
said, I proposed at the meeting in ques-
tion that we should organize ourselves
irto such a society. The idea proved
acceptable; it was determined to form
the society; I was chosen temporary
chairman, and a committee on by-laws
Vf&s chosen. In due course of time the
persons interested were called together,
the by-laws adopted, officers chosen, and
on the 17th of November, 1875, I deliv-
ered my first Presidential Address, at
Mott Memorial Hall, New York City.
When the first enthusiasm had worn
off, the movement dragged, a good many
old spiritualists, who had joined in the
hope of seeing Madame Blavatsky make
miracles that should exceed in weird-
ness anything that they were accustomed
to see in the seance-room, were disap-
pointed and dropped out, and the nucleus
dwindled to a mere handful. All the
while, however, Madame Blavatsky and I
carried on an active propaganda and pole-
mic in the press of America and England,
and she undertook the colossal task of
writing a great book, in two volumes, of
about 700 pages each, in which the evolu-
tion of modern science and religion was
traced back to their source in the occult
schools of the Orient. She called it "Isis
Unveiled." The first edition was ex-
hausted within ten days; it at once be-
came a classic and its popularity has been
maintained up to the present time. Our
press articles and correspondence re-
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vealed to us the existence, in various
English-speaking countries, of many per-
sons who were deeply interested in these
branches of research, especially in Lon-
don, where early in 1878 our first branch
was organized under the name of the
"British Theosophicai Society." Its mem-
bers were all well-educated persons, with
whom it was an honor and privilege to be
associated.
In 1877 our correspondence with India
and Ceylon began, and a desire grew up
i?i the minds of Madame Blavatsky and
myself to go to India and take up resi-
ence in, what to all students of Oriental
philosophy and occult science, is a sort
of "Holy Land." By the end of 1878
things had so shaped themselves that we
were able to carry out this scheme, and
by the beginning of February, 1879, we
had installed ourselves at Bombay. Un-
til then no white man had come forward
as the ardent champion of their ancestral
religion and philosophy, so that when it
became known that such a society as
ours had been formed, and that its two
chief officers had come to India, we were
thrust into a troublesome popularity
which forced us to emerge from our in-
tended life of privacy to champion our
views on the platform and in the press.
After a time the second branch of our
Society was organized at Bombay, and
at about this time our second in Europe,
at Corfu, Ionian Islands, was chartered.
The burden of correspondence becoming
at last insupportable, we founded in Octo-
ber, 1879, the first Theosophicai maga-
zine, the Theosophist, which has continu-
ously appeared up to the present time,
and is now in its 22nd volume.
The Buddhists of Ceylon, excited by
our arrival at Bombay, invited Madame
Blavatsky and myself to go to the Island
and allow them to give us public greet-
ings. This we did in 1880, receiving
everywhere throughout the Maritime
Provinces popular welcomes, such as are
usually given to royalty only. Eight
branches of the Society were formed,
and in my public addresses I laid the
foundation for an eiucational movement
among the Buddhists, which has been so
supported that at the present date more
than two hundred schools, containing
some 23,000 pupils are in existence.
These have all been founded and are sup-
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ported by the Sinhalese Buddhists, and,
of course, are receiving grant-in-aid from
the Government under the provisions of
the Education Code.
The same blighting influence upon the
religious spirit of the educated Sinha-
lese prevailed as we have seen spreading
throughout our western countries. In
going from village to village, I found, on
questioning the village children, that
scarcely any of them knew anything
about the fundamental basis of their re-
ligion; so I suggested to the High-Priest
Sumangala and other priests the policy
of a catechism on the lines of those used
by our Christian sects for the instruction
of the young. But I was met everywhere
with the objection that they knew noth-
ing about such literary work, and a re-
qrest that I myself should undertake the
task. So in 1881 I brought out the first
edition of the "Buddhist Catechism," a
summary digest of the contents of
southern Buddhism, a little brochure
which could be read through in a couple
of hours, but which cost me the reading
of more than 10,000 pages of Buddhist
literature. The work received the im-
primatur of Samangala, and it was pub-
lished simultaneously in English and the
vernacular of the Islands. So rapidly
did it win popularity that two presses
were kept continuously at work to get
out edition after edition, and, in point
of fact, it found admission into nearly
every household. Within a month it
was admitted in Court as authority to de-
cide a question as to the provisions of
the Buddhists Canon. It was translated
into a number of European languages as
well as those of the Orient, and up to the
present time has appeared in about
twenty translations and reached its 33rd
edition. Branches of our Society sprang
up throughout India and also in Europe.
The movement has gone on unchecked,
reaching country after country, as is
shown in the following memorandum,
which I quote from the twenty-flfth an-
nual address of the President, delivered
before the annual convention of the So-
ciety in December last:
"The Society was founded at New
York, U. S. A., in 1875. and its member-
ship has spread throughout the world
as follows:
1875-1880: England, Greece, Russia,
India, Ceylon, Scotland.
1880-1885: United States of America
(charters from India), Ireland, Java,
British Borneo.
1885-1890: Sweden, Japan, Australian
Continent, Philippine Islands, Austria,
Tasmania.
1890-1895: New Zealand, Holland, Nor-
way, Denmark, Spain, Germany, Argen-
tine Republic, France, Dominion of
Canada, Hawaiian Islands, Bohemia, Can-
ary Islands, Bulgaria, China.
1895-1900: Switzerland, Italy, Belgium,
South Africa, British Columbia, British
West Indies, Nicaragua, C. A., Cuba, Mex-
ico, Egypt, Finland, Algeria.
This makes in all 42 countries. The
geographical boundaries of the move-
ment are as follows: From Latitude 66 5
N. to Latitude 46 S., and all around the
globe. In English miles the distance be-
tween the northern and southern boun-
daries is 7,919 miles."
It has been my practice to append to
my official addresses, among other official
documents, memorandum giving the num-
ber of branch charters issued from the
beginning down to the close of the cur-
rent year, and perhaps I can offer no bet-
ter indication of the importance of the
movement than by citing the following
statistics:
Charters issued by the T. S. from 1878
to the close of 1900:
1878. 1; 1879, 2; 1880, 10; 1881, 25;
1882, 52; 1883, 95; 1884, 107; 1885, 124;
1886, 136; 1887. 158; 1888, 179; 1889,
206; 1890. 241; 1891, 279; 1892, 304; 1893,
352; 1894, 394; 1895, 408; 1896. 428; 1897.
492; 1898, 542; 1899, 570; 1900, 607.
Deducting lapsed charters, there are,
ot the present time, in existence more
than 500 living ones. We have done so
little towards advertising ourselves and
our doings, that the general public has
scarcely any conception of what the
Society has actually achieved in the way
of practical results. From the first we
have been bandied and derided by ignor-
ant writers and speakers, and treated
with contemptuous patronage, as though
we were a party of mere fanatics and
charlatans. In self-defense, therefore. I
must state that the leaders of the Society
have received no salaries, and some of
us not even the cost of our daily bread:
nor have we accepted any presents of
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money, or other recompense, for our own
use — the facts giving fiat contradiction
to the theory that we have been working
from interested motives. I think we have
the right to have this known, and also
the fact that we have outlived all oppos-
ition, overcome all obstacles, built up
in an incomparably short time, a socio-
logical movement of the first rank, which
to-day embraces people of all classes and
most nationalities. Long since we passed
the stage of experiment, and, if we may
Judge from present appearances, there
Btretches before us a career of great good
fortune.
Let me make a calm and dispassionate
survey of what the Society and its mem-
bers have accomplished since 1880; that
is to say, since the beginning of our ac-
tive operations, after the transfer of our
headquarters to India. I will divide it
mto seven categories:
Firstly, then: We have spread through-
out the world the teachings of the ancient
Sages and Adepts about the universe, its
origin and its laws, showing its intimate
agreement with the latest discoveries of
Science; and about man, his origin, evo-
lution, manifold powers and aspects of
consciousness, and his planes of activity.
Secondly: We have won thousands of
the most cultured and religiously in-
clined people of the day to the percep-
tion of the basic unity and common
source of all religions.
Thirdly: In loyalty to our declared
object of promoting human brotherhood,
we have created in Western lands among
our members a kindlier feeling towards
colleagues of other nationalities; and, far
more wonderful than that, we have ef-
fected a fraternal agreement between the
Northern and Southern schools of Budd-
hism to accept a platform of fourteen
statements of belief as common to both;
thus bringing about for the first time
in history such a feeling of common re-
lationship.
Fourthly: We have been the chief
agents in bringing about this revival
of Hinduism in India which, we are told,
by the highest Indian authorities, has
revolutionized the beliefs of the cul-
tured class and the rising generation. An
outcome of this is the revival of Sanskrit
literature, much of the credit for which
was given us by the late Professor Max
Miiller, and, so far as India is concerned,
has been conceded by the whole native
press and the pandit class. Another evi-
dence is the foundation of the Central
Hindu College at Benares, which, within
the past two years, has received gifts
in cash of 140,000 rupees and in real
estate of 80,000 rupees. After only this
short time we see success achieved, for
the College, contributions of money flow-
ing in, and every augury of a grand future
career of beneficence before it.
Fifthly: We have revived Buddhism
in Ceylon to such an extent that the
situation as regards the relations be-
tween the Sinhalese and Missionaries has
been completely changed; the people
generally are now familiar with the fun-
damentals of their religion, and their
children, previously ignorant of even the
smallest feature of it, are now being
taught it in every respectable household.
Sixthly: We have started an educa-
tional movement in Ceylon, which has
already led to the opening of 150 schools,
attended by 18,400 pupils, under the man-
agement of our Society members in Cey-
lon, and some fifty other Buddhist schools
under private management, whose pupils
would bring up the above registered
attendance to about twenty-four thousand.
Seventhly: An attempt to educate and
uplift the distressfully down-trodden Par-
iahs of Southern India is promising the
most gratifying results. Not only Miss
S. E. Palmer, B. A., B. Sc, the General
Superintendent. Mr. P. Krishnasawmy
and his subordinate teachers, all
Pariahs themselves by caste, deserve
credit for this showing. Miss Palmer is
a graduate of Minnesota University, both
in Arts and Sciences, as her titles show
and had had an experience of sixteen
years in teaching in Minnesota and Cali-
fornia when, in answer to my appeal for
help, she offered herself most generously
to work with me for the Pariahs, without
salary. On arriving at Madras she set
herself to work to learn the Tamil vernac-
ular, so as to fit herself for the work, and
has rendered invaluable services to the
poor community whose welfare has be-
come so very dear to her.
In 1886 I opened, with appropriate
ceremonies, the Adyar I^ibrary, which
has already grown into two sections; one
tor Western and the other for Oriental
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literature. The latter comprises a col-
lection of palmleaf manuscripts number-
ing 4,000 volumes, and about as many
more printed books In Sanskrit, Siamese,
Burmese, Sinhalese, Persian, Arabic, Chi-
nese, Japanese, and Pali languages.
There are in the collection more than
200 important Sanskrit works which are
not to be found in any other library in
the world, not even excepting the Brit-
ish Museum, the French National Li-
library at Paris, or the Bodleian at Oxford
These have cost us nothing, but are worth
much money from a commercial point of
view. Among many curios in this section
we have a copy of what is called "the
smallest book in the world," a little
bound volume smaller than a postage
stamp, containing verses from the Sacred
Scriptures of the Sikhs, which was given
me by the custodian of the Golden Tem-
ple, at Amritsar; and three religious
paintings on single grains of dry rice,
made with a camel-hair pencil by a Jap-
anese priest, without the aid of a magni-
fying glass.
Although, as above stated, the growth
of our Society has been progressive and
uninterrupted, we, naturally enough,
when one considers the incongruous ele-
ments included in our membership, —
people of all races, colors, and creeds, —
have had our internal frictions, and a
genuine secession after the old pattern,
which we survivors of the rebellion knew
so well. One of the founders, an Irish-
man named Judge, who began his active
work eleven years after the Society's
foundation, but who, thenceforward, was
most active, intelligent, and devoted in
the building up of the movement in the
United States, conceived the unfortunate
idea of making himself the successor of
Madam Blavatsky in the department of
occult science, but without her qualifica-
tions. The result was the detection of
his trickeries, and his withdrawal from
the Society, in view of the prospect of
his speedy expulsion. So active had been
fcis labors, so practical his talent, and so
genial his personality that he drew with
him 90 out of the 102 branches of our
Society which had been chartered in the
United States, and which had, as mem-
bers, some of our most respected and able
colleagues. The seceders took possess-
ion of our title, records, seal, stationery,
and other oflacial property, and even went
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to the ridiculous length of declaring that
the Society had never really existed out-
side the little group which Madam Bla-
vatsky and I left behind us in New York
on leaving for India. This, despite the fact
that during the whole time every charter
and diploma had oeen issued by me; that
Mr. Judge had accepted, successively, the
offices of "General Secretary" in our
There are other little groups which
have seceded from the seceders; natur-
ally, since the elements of secession were
in their blood, they couldn't expect to
remain long without disruption. Long
before their day there had been a little
schism caused by the vain giorious prom-
ises of a small party headed by an Eng-
lish convict going under the alias of Bur-
Madame H. P. Blavatsky.
American Section, and "Vice-President"
of the Society, and had throughout acted
as an official of a perfectly legal and con-
stitutional body. Poor Judge didn't live
to enjoy the fruits of his treason, for
about a year later he died, and into his
vacant shoes stepped a woman who has
for some time past been figuring as the
"Supreme Head of the Theosophical
Movement throughout the World."
goyne, to show a short-cut to the attain-
ment of divine wisdom. It called itself
the "Hermetic Brotherhood of Luxor."
But this did not make even a ripple upon
the surface of our calm waters. The sum
total of all the little splits has been to
leave us untouched, our strength un-
diminished, and the zeal of our members
as warm as ever. And, so we face the
future with full confidence.
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GREATER TEXAS
BY JOAQUIN MILLER.
¥EXAS will be a greater surprise to
the world in the next five years
than Japan has been in the past
ten. She is, ev«n now, a wonder
ful surprise to all who pass that way.
Texas is a big thing. Texas is the biggest
and the best thing, at this hour, under
the path of the sun.
Once a famous, or infamous, man said:
"If I owned Hell and Texas, I would
rent out Texas and live in Hell." May-
l>e this great man acted on his grand
idea, for he is not living in Texas now.
The man has gone, gone far, far away,
and has not left his address behind him.
Another very smart man from Ohio is
reported to have said long ago in the
Senate that Texas was, perhaps, a very
£:ood country, if only it had water and a
little good society. "But," added this
eminent blackguard, "the same thing
might be said of Hell." I only refer to
these coarse expressions, in line with so
many such, to show what this brave,
broad land had to endure at the hands
of hard and cruel politicians, who feared
this baby Hercules, even as he lay in
blB cradle.
Texas has water now. It has more
than any two States in the Union, ex-
cept Oregon and Washington. As for
"good society," this may not be measured
as you measure water, but if churches,
school-houses and the best public build-
ings in the United States mean civili-
zation, Texas is on horseback and right
at the head of the procession. It may
not mean much, but Texas is the great-
est church-going State in which I ever
attended church. Possibly it is because
they have no great diversions, as in Mex-
ico or New York, but I should say that
Texas attends church because "it is good
to be there."
First, then, of material things, and
about water. To say nothing of the Sa-
bine and Rio Grande rivers, that flank
Texas right and left, there are quite
half a dozen lesser streams flowing
nearly the full breadth of this broadest
of all the States, pouring their floods for-
ever into the sea. Water enough, when
Texas cares to lay strong hands on them
and bridle them as California is doing.
But Texas thinks she can do better by
bringing the waters up from below. And
this the newest and greatest of all great
r.ew things of Greater Texas. Only last
year did this punching of holes down into
the earth become general; now Texas
is getting to be like a pin cushion. The
King Ranch, of more than a million acres,
has two complete outfits boring all the
time. You see the spouting waters flash-
ing in the sun a few miles out from
Corpus Christi, on the gulf, any day,
and a full day's ride down the way that
General Taylor led his men and hauled
water for his thousands of horses and
mules at the time when we "expanded,"
away back in the morning, aye, before
the dawn of California. Millions on mil-
lions of cattle perished here of thirst
first and last, but such things will never
happen any more. This bringing to the
surface of so much water has moistened
the air and made the "still, small rain"
to frequent that all the Houston region,
re-lnforced by this added moisture in the
air, has opened an inaustry that pays
best of all things that grow, better than
cotton; fifty dollars to the acre, profits
on rice, men say. But profit, more or less,
is detail. It is this added industry, this
feeding of the world at our own doors
and keeping the cash at home that
counts. Land, of course, is getting away
up in the air, but is not nearly so high
(IS in California, and as there are mil-
lions on millions of idle acres, the lift
upward is ponderous and will, of course,
he not in great haste. The capital for
the rice fields is from California.
And here is something newer still. The
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Rio Grande coal mines are towards Mex-
ico. I clip this official report of Jan. 17,
as to the kind and quality of the coal:
"The coal is light and black in appear-
ance, has a conchoidal fracture, and for
a lignite bears transportation well; in
fact, as well as the black coals of Indi-
v/hich it closely resembles, both in ap-
pearance and in combustion. It does not
roll the fingers in handling, kindles read-
ily, and makes a bright and cheerful fire,
being very high in volatile matter.
"Following is an analysis of the coal:
Moisture, 2.50; volatile matter, 51.05;
Rincon de Tio Pancho Well. Mr. Sam Ragland admiring it.
ana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. It does not
slack by exposure to the weather, and but
for the fact that it is met in the creta-
ceous strata, would be mistaken by ex-
perts for a carboniferous deposit of the
better class of black coals.
"It ought to be classed as a semi-cannel
fixed carbon, 39.10; ash, 7.35; total, 100;
sulphur, 1.50.
"The mines of the Rio Grande Coal
Company are drift openings, situated on
the Texas front of the river, the mouth
of the drift being fifty feet above the bed
of the stream."
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Years ago 1 went to that region to look
at some .land. it was held at sixty-five
cents an acre. But this was when Texas
T/as oaiy Texas, and was used malniy
?is a background by "blood and thunder"
writers of books. They point out a station
away down in this part of Texas where
fifteen hundred car-loads of water melons
were shipped last year; they show you
miles and miles of green fields on either
side as you bowl away from the gulf
toward the Rio Grande, alfalfa ana
"green truck," only made possible by
the new discovery of artesian water in
such generous fiows. Twelve hundred
car-loads of cabbages from Corpus Christi
alone. But besides coal, cabbage and cat-
tle, here is the newest and strangest of
all things. The Rothschilds will have to
open their vaults if half of what one
hears about Texas cinnabar be true.
Here is the Government report, half
Greek to me:
"The deposits are located in Brew-
ster county, about sixty-eight miles in a
direct line, southwest from the station
of Marathon on the Southern Pacific
Hallroad. The deposits of cinnabar are
found in massive caprina limestone of
the cretaceous formation and in a. si-
liceous state and in a white earthy,
clay-like rock; also, in part, in a true
breccia of grayish white siliceous shale,
dense and compact, embedded and cemen-
ted in a red and chocolate colored fer-
ruginous mass also dense and hard. The
cinnabar is more generally crystalline
than amorphous and is found in distinct-
ly separate grains and small but bril-
liant rhomboidal crystals, having the bril-
liant red color characteristic of vermil-
l!on. In addition to these crystalline
granules which occur in the brecciated
ehale, and in the more massive white
rock, there are amorphous bunches of
cinnabar found in the shales and in the
limestone and breccia. Mr. H. W. Turner
cf the United States geological survey,
visited the region in the spring of 1900
and at that time a considerable amount
of development work had been done,
and the ore extracted had yielded about
1000 flasks of quicksilver."
"It never rains," so runs the old saw.
The great deluge of artesian water was
hardly discovered when the wondrous
Beaumont oil "gusher" was pouring out
dally a flood: 20,000 barrels of oil. But
as all the world went there to see, this
on industry is fairly well-known abroad
as well as at home.
However, I must not leave the impres-
nion that all the active artesian wells
are entirely new. They drove three wells
in Taylor county some time ago, 2,700
feet each, and up out of ail the water
poured and still pours with great force.
One of these furnishes water for the en-
tire town and flows in quite a stream
for miles. The Texas of to-day is a
land of water. But the wonder of all
these new things, the newest, and, per-
haps, in a national sense, the most im-
portant and lasting, is a flood of hot
sulphur water foimd by accident near
the asylum, a mile south of San Anto-
nio. It is called Hot Wells. The water
was struck more than 2,000 feet below,
Rnd boils up, away up sixty feet in the
air, when not controlled, and all, visitors
e.nd residents, doctors and patients,
seem to vie with one another in prais-
ing its medicinal qualities. The baths
were opened only a few months back.
A stream of people is coming and going
all the time. The water is leased from
the State. The baths are very incomplete
as yet. A company is building an im-
mense hotel. I hesitate to report all of
what is said in praise of this hot water
that boils up bigger than a sluice head,
for fear of being misunderstood, but here
is a paragraph from "one having author-
ity" on this theme of Greater Texas:
"I have been stopping for the past ten
days at the Hot Sulphur Baths with a
patient I brought here from Chicago,
stopping en route at Hot Springs, Arkan-
ras. I am interested in the study of re-
sorts of this character, as I want to know
where to send my patients, where the
best results can be obtained. I have in-
vestigated and am familiar with the
baths of Hot Springs, Ark., of West Ba-
('.en, Ind., of Mt. Clemens, Mich., of South
Dakota, and of Carlsbad, Germany, and
from my personal association and in-
quiry among guests of the various re-
ports I have no hesitation in saying that
the results accomplished at the Hot Sul-
phur Baths of San Antonio far surpass
those of the other resorts named — in fact,
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they astonish me beyond words to ex-
press."
Perhaps the next newest and most curi-
mountains of New Mexico men go in
bathing in these warm springs every day
of the year. So this warm water makes
y/arm soil, and such things as melons,
squashes, fruits of all sorts, and "garden
truck" can be grown on this side of Texas
weeks before we can hs&ve them in Cali-
fornia. The apples here are extraordin-
ary; they are as heavy and watery as
the juicy red apples of Japan, where the
little women water their fruit trees each
day by pouring water on the roots. There
j<« a standing otter of fifty dollars each
every year at the Fair for worm holes.
Let some enterprising Oregonian or Cali-
fomian bring down a pocketful of worm-
holes into Pecos valley and make a for-
tune selling worm holes to the Fair,
The biggest reservoir for irrigating in
the world, except one in India, is here at
the head of the Pecos River. The next
biggest town at Wichita, Wichita
Falls, right against the Indian Territory,
314 miles west of Fort Worth, on the Fort
Worth and Denver road. Wichita county
grows more wheat than any other
Geronimo, before civilization.
ous of all curious artesian wells are those
of Roswell, not strictly in Texas, yet
tributary to Texas, and against the south-
ern wall of New Mexico. This is a very
new country. You can see antelope any
day on the rounded hills, and you are told
that the buffalo held this place last — died
here on his native heath. He could
not retreat, oeing entirely surrounded
by settlers and railroads. A great big-
hearted man of fortune has a buffalo
ranch not far from here, on the Texas
Sride, where the antediluvian cow, a queer
creature of ancient days, of whatever
date, still is made to feel at home. You
read now and then that the buffalo
crosses with cattle. Not so. There is
a calf sometimes, but sexless as a mule.
What would you think of a thousand
acre cantaloupe patch? Here there are
plenty of • such things. Men expect to
ship several car-loads a day to the north.
This can be done to great profit, because
the artesian water all along the line
of the Pecos valley is warm, as warm as
milk. Right here in sight of the snow
Geronimo, after civilization.
county in Texas. The irrigation dam now
being constructed is six miles west of
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' the town and is one and a half miles long.
When filled it will cover 2,500 acres of
^ land. It is being constructed by I. H.
Kempner, of Galveston, and H. M. Sayles,
: of Abiline; and the contractor is Mr. A.
H. Johnson, once foreman for Lucky
Baldwin in California. Ten thousand
acres of land will be put under irriga-
tion from this reservoir, and planted to
cotton. The Indian is only across the
- river, but he is quiet. The last of the
' once dreaded Comanches are as close
- to their old-time empire as they can get,
- is if they crossed the Red River, still
looking back, like the Moor of the Alham-
bra. The chief is half white. The story
' of his mother is pitiful. Taken prisoner
when a child, the chief of the Comanches,
in the course of time, made her his wife.
In the last great fight the chief and Cap-
tain Ross, afterwards Governor of Texas,
met in hand to hand fight; the chief fell
and his white wife and her boy, the pres-
ent chief, were taken home to her people.
She pined away, and said she would not
stay. Taking her boy she stole away at
night and Joined the Comanches, where
i^he lived and died, leaving her son still
chief of the savages. He has a fine house,
but prefers to sleep out on the grass un-
der the trees. The once terrible Geron-
imo is his close friend. He is bound for
Geronimo's good behavior. The great
Apache savage, who will live in story
while Miles, Crook and King live, is still
a savage. The other day, when the Co-
manche chief and Geronimo were in a
pretty town named after the Comanche
chief, a certain man wished to be pre-
sented to the Arizona savage. The Co-
manche chief was all politeness, but the
other chief turned his back short about,
rtilf as a post, and looked steadily the
other way. He is not a bit oent, nor does
he seem broken in any way. He is a fine
figure to look upon. He might write
a book or lecture on scalps, and how to
raise hair; for you see hair is about the
only thing you can trust poor Mr. Lo to
even attempt to raise. The Indian has
loo many dogs. Long ago when I trav-
eled through a certain part of the Union,
X found that nearly every man had a pack
cf dogs. I read these honest but mis-
taken people a short lecture, the sub-
stance of which was: "Plough up your
dogs and plant turkeys."
As you pass on from the line of the In-
dian Territory toward the gulf, you come
upon classic land, sacred to story and
song of other days. At La Grange, you
t.ee a noble shaft in the Court House
square to the memory of "The black bean
men." One hundred and seventy Texan
prisoners were taken. Santa Ana de-
creed that every tenth man should be
shot Who were the tenth men was to
be decided by putting seventeen black
beans in a gourd, along with white beans.
The men being blindfolded, each put in
bis hand and drew out a bean. One old
man with a family, on finding he had a
black bean, went away in a comer with
Ms face to the wall and wept in silence.
"Look here," said a boy, "I have a
white bean. Let's swap, i have no fam-
ily." They swapped beans. The boy di§d
with a smile on his face.
Of course you have heard about the
miraculous fields of cotton throughout
Texas. "Millions in it, miUions!" as
Mark Twain would say. I have no time
to tell you here, and then you might won-
der what in the world Texas is going to
do with all her money. I don't know,
but I have not been out of sight of a new
house or something of that sort for two
months' travel up and down Texas, ex-
cept when in the desert. One example
of cotton growth must answer. The
county of Guadalupe (look out for the
wolf) has a tax roll of only about five
millions. Tet the crop alone this year
is about six million dollars. But this is
the banner cotton county, as Wichita is
the banner wheat county. At Gonzales
I went down to the river bank, and stood
with bared head where old Sam Hous-
ton had rolled his cannon into the river,
great General that he was, and set out
en his Immortal retreat before Santa Ana.
And what a trap!
Here is the old home of Jack Hayes,
our first sheriff of San Francisco. The
banker and editor took me out to Santa
Ana's mound. We had a gentle old man
with us who has been here in Gonzales
ever since 1828. His father was one of
those who fell in the Alamo with
Crockett, and the others of this modern
Thermopylae. The boy was with his
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mother heie when Houston burned the
town ana ordered a retreat en masse to-
ward New Orleans. But after the first
day's retreat the boy and mother went
back and got a cow and a calf, the cow
waiting, watching, and the little caif
so glad to see them. The boy put his
arms about the calfs neck. Silly? Well,
some one choked up and could not speak
as the old man told how he left the cow
and calf with his mother and went on
Into the battle of San Jacinto by the side
of Sam Houston. But this is ancient his-
tory. The world wants to know of new
Texas, rather than the old. Yet Greater
Texas never would have been great Texas
but for these little things, these boys of
J^a Grange and Gonzales.
For truly, the most beautiful and the
best crop in this prolific land re-
mains unmentioned: big boy babies, and
some of them big girl babies, too. Their
cheeks are as the rose or the rising sun;
and such health, such quiet manners!
And to me it seems strange that they are
not dusky or tawny from the fervid sun.
I should have thought they would at least
be dark-haired. Not so. Looking over
a hallful, a thousand boys and girls
grathered from the school-rooms, is like
looking over a field of ripening grain.
They are in this quite like the boys and
g:irls of California, but they are more
numerous than with us, it seems to me;
thicker on the ground. And there are
people, people! The cars are crowded,
crowded as never before. Never were
nearly so many people in Texas as to-
day. Texas has just now, for the first
time in all her stormy history, been about
half-discovered. The talk is of new rail-
roads all the time, all along, from one
end of the vast empire to the other; and
t^ey will be built. At this very hour two
big railroad promoters are in San An-
tonio. Up and down they have been trav-
eling, inspecting, directing; energetic
George Gould at the head of the T. P.,
and Presiaeat nays of the great S. P.
Well, ao you think the presence of these
two abiesi builders and generators here
now, along with the unusual rush of tour-
ists, means nothing? Read a lot between
the lines here. The fact is, new roads
must be built and old ones reorganized;
for the roads are not strong enough or
long enough or broad enough to handle
the tremendous traffic. Even the staid
old S. P. is often crowded to suffocation,
and, a new thing for this solid road, she
is now and then away behind time. But
the question, "Why?" "Cannot handle
the stuff on time." Wells, Fargo's Ex-
press seems to be the bother; at least
I am told that, although they put on ex-
tra cars, they cannot get the goods in
and out of the cars in time. People are
sending so many things by express.
You see, Texas sold, during the past
lew months, about one hundred million
dollars worth of mules and horses, and
she is spending her money. Texans, like
Oalifornians, are not given to burying
their money in napkins.
"That train there has been side-tracked
lor days," said a railroad man, nodding
" through the window as we dashed past.
"What's her freight?"
"Furniture."
"What sort of furniture?"
"Well, planners, and little things like
that, I s'pose."
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YOSEMITE
BY IRVING OUTCALT.
A shadowy vale, vrhere many fountains meet;
A sunlit vale, where airs from Heaven are sweet
With earthly bloom ; while through the gloom is felt
A mighty pulse's slow, majestic beat.
The waters, pour'd from many a distant rill,
Some dreaming, others fierce from battle still,
Forget themselves in this unruffled stream,
And soon are one in knowledge — one in will.
The self-same Voice that rent the rock asunder,
Whose echo was the riven mountain's thunder,
Now whispers in the pinetops, and distils
Clear harmony throughout the realm of wonder.
From cliff and woodland many voices start;
They mingle, and as from a common heart
The praise ascends; and angels, leaning, hear
A spirit singing to its God apart.
Up to Half-Dome the happy valley sings;
Thence to the Light the chasten'd anthem rings;
And Heaven, responsive, on the mountain's face,.
Kindles a thousand blessed beckonings.
The granite sentinels stand night and day.
And by no sign to mortals would betray
The beauties that they guard. The skies are free :
The Angels ever find an open way.
We hoped — then fear'd — the Heav'n we dimly sought
Was that low sky, of earthy vapors wrought.
That spann'd the plain. Ascend this mount How pure-
How far away is Heav'n. Hopes, fears, are nought!
Here Mirror Lake yearns for the mountain's crest.
Or sighs for Heaven's bluer, deeper, rest;
Then calms herself, — and lo, the peaks and skies,
The lights and shadows all — are in her breast!
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Behold the dawn ! The peaks are all agleam
And Half-Dome's face is dusky through the stream
Of light. The Lake? Her spirit lingers yet
Among the shadowy vistas of her dream.
The weaver brook hath caught in passing by
The thousand-tinted threads of earth and sky;
And by his wondrous art he weaves the Veil,
Pure white, that streams from yonder mountain high!
The granite cliff ne'er gave Nevada birth!
A summer cloud, she wept o'er human dearth.
Till — ever whiter in her purity —
She gave up Heaven for her love of earth.
The sun has left the valley. Swiftly turns
The shadow. Yet a dying glory burns
Long on Half-Dome ; for though the God of day
Must pass, he fondly backward looks, and yearns.
Look! From the crag a rosy cloud mounts high.
And lights the deep serene of evening sky, —
Warm-tinted, like a dream of earthly love.
That drifts along an Angel's reverie.
To shoulder now the dusky Sentinel
Raises the silver-gleaming shield to tell
Diana's coming; and all sounds are blent
In echoes of the -Huntress' distant shell.
O'er crag and seam the gentle moonbeams creep;
The ruin'd mount is heal'd, and, sooth'd to sleep.
Forgets the thousand agonies, in dreams
Of fragrant vales where silvery waters leap.
Serene El Capitan ! Upon thy brow
The smiles and frowns of heav'n have rested. Thou
Art chasten'd and thy will is one with God's,
The ruins at thy feet — what are they now!
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LIFE ON THE GILBERT ISLANDS
BY ARTHUR INKERSLEY.
HWAY down in the Pacific Ocean —
so far to the westward of Hawaii
that Honolulu is called, by the mas-
ters of sailing vessels, the half-
way house between San Francisco and
tie coral reefs I am about to describe —
is a group of a score or more islands,
sometimes called the Kingsmills or Bish-
ops, but more commonly the Gilberts,
stretching a few degrees to the north
and south of the equator. The principal
ioland, Butaritari, is in latitude 30 deg.
8 min. north, and longitude 172 deg. 48
min. east. It is shaped like an isosceles
triangle, with sides about fourteen miles
ill length, and its apex to the south.
The southeastern side of Butaritari is a
cGutinuous grove of cocoanut and pan-
danus trees, with some undergrowth. On
the two other sides is a reef, over which,
except at its northwestern end, where
there is a small inlet, the sea constantly
breaks.
The soil of the Gilberts is but a few
inches deep, and is made up of vegetable
mould and coral sand, through which
the rain water percolates till it reaches
the coral rock beneath. The trees chiefly
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cultivated are cocoanut and pandanus,
for these are the principal sources of
vegetable food, and the former also yields
copra, the only export of the Gilbert
Islands. Copra is the flesh of the cocoa-
nut, which, after being cut from the nut
ana dried in the sun, is put Into sacks
ind conveyed in canoes to Butaritari,
where it is exchanged with the traders
for merchandise. Thence vessels char-
tered in the Australian colonies carry
it to Europe: on the voyage it generally
loses four or five per cent of its weight
by drying and from the depredations of
rats and cockroaches. The oil is ex-
tracted by crushing; the refuse, which
is still so rich that it burns like a candle,
being compressed into cakes and sold as
feed for pigs and other animals. The
shipments of copra are increasing every
yc-ar, and in a group of islands where the
cocoanut is indigenous and requires very
little labor to cultivate, a highly remu-
nerative trade may be built up on this
one product. At present the trade is en-
tirely in the hands of the Germans and
of an enterprising Chinese firm, which
has its head office in Sydney, N. S. W.
Another product of the islands is taro,
a species of which is grown with great
care in trenches dug round the lagoon.
It is a plant somewhat resembling rhu-
barb in appearance, but very much larger
in size, having leaves averaging about
five feet in length, while the stalk some-
times reaches a height of more than
twelve feet. Taro is to South Sea Is-
landeis what bread is to Europeans, and
when roasted is by no means unpalatable.
Besides taro, cocoanut and pandanus
fruit, the natives eat almost every pro-
duct of the sea, from the whale to the
sea-slug. Great quantities of fish are
token in weirs on the coral reefs, and tur-
tles are caught on the beaches during the
season: shell-fish, with the sea-slug,
commonly called beche-de-mer, are ob-
tained by diving. The natives of the South
Sea islands are fond of catching fish
by exploding submerged charges of dy-
namite, which stun the fish and cause
them to float on the surface of the water,
so that they are easily picked -up. Since
the annexation of the Gilberts by Great
Britain, the use of dynamite has been
prohibited, and it has been made a penal
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offense for any trader to supply the na-
tives with it.
The natives of the Gilberts are gener-
ally darker and coarser in appearance
than those of other islands in the West-
em Pacific. They are also of larger and
heavier build, some of the chiefs being
very corpulent. This is somewhat re-
markable for the Gilberts are the most
barren of South Sea islands, and are, be-
sides, so thickly populated that the pres-
sure of the population on the food supply
is often quite severe. The average height
of the men is about five feet ten inches,
and the women are proportionately tall;
but in intelligence they are far inferior
to the natives of the Society Islands, and
other groups in the Pacific. In disposi-
tion they display a curious mixture of
miserliness and wastefulness, of cruelty
and affection. The preaching of the
missionaries (who, poor as is the opinion
entertained and expressed of them by
most travelers, are sometimes sincere
and hard working), and the example of
white traders have not yet brought about
any radical change in their characters.
A curious proof of their yielding temper-
ament is found in the fact that, however
much an islander may prize his gun, his
canoe or his cocoanuts, persistent beg-
gmg will cause him to give them up with-
out payment. A more creditable trait
is their strong recognition of the claims
of hospitality. When an islander is at
his meal, he is bound to ask any native
who may pass his hut, no matter how bit-
ter may be the enmity between them, to
enter and eat with him. While the meal
is in progress, hostilities are laid aside.
The first missionaries who visited the
Gilbert Islands were those of the Ameri-
can Missionary Society, which has its
headquarters in Boston, Mass. When they
arrived about twenty-five years ago, they
found the natives addicted to cannibal-
ism. Even at the present day it is not
unlikely that the taste for human flesh
survives among the natives of the south-
eily islands of the Gilbert group, but they
are so closely watched that it is almost
impossible for them to get an opportunity
of gratifying their desires. In the last
twenty years only one or two cases of
cannibalism have been heard of. A few
years ago the Roman Catholics establish-
ed in the Gilbert Islands a mission under
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the auspices of the Society of the Sacred
Heart of Bourges, in France. So far their
labors have met with but little success,
owing to the king's dislike to what he
terms innovation. Neither Catholic nor
Protestant missionaries have accom-
plished much. In the presence of the
white man, the islanders express an en-
thusiasm for religion, but when away
by themselves tuey teach weird dances
and incantations to their children, offer-
ing as their excuse the necessity of re-
lieving the monotony of life on their
coral islands. While the teachings of
the missionaries is accepted outwardly,
the native heart still clii^gs to the cus-
toms practiced and beliefs entertained
tb rough by-gone centuries.
The present king of the Gilberts is
Tlbureimoa, who succeeded to power
about eight years ago, after his brother,
Napatukia's death. The Kingdom over
which he reigns comprises the islands of
Butaritari and Makiu, which together
contain a population of eighteen hundred.
His revenue is derived partly from the
tax of one hundred dollars per annum
upon each of the thirteen traders on the
two islands, and partly from the taxes
levied upon his own subjects: one dollar
on each man, fifty cents on each woman,
and twenty-five cents on each child. In
former days, when he received the fines
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imposed for trifiing ofCenses against his
dignity or the peace of his subjects, his
total revenues reached the respectable
sum of eight thousand dollars per an-
num. But since the British annexation,
these have been diminished by more than
one-half, for the head-tax hitherto paid
has been abolished altogether, and the
fines for minor offenses committed by the
natives now go to the crown, to be ex-
pended upon public works. But the king
still owns a good deal of land, from which
ho derives a regular income. Tiburei-
moa's palace, situated on the beach on
the south side of tne island, is a large,
balconied house, constructed at consid-
erable expense after a European design.
It is roofed with zinc, but still remains
unfurnished. Close by are the barracks
where the bodyguard is quartered. The
guard consists of twenty drilled men de-
tailed from each village in turn; they are
on duty for a week at a time, and, though
they are in constant attendance upon
the king, receive no pay.
Tibureimoa's table Is always well-sup-
plJed with the choicest fish taken by his
subjects from the adjacent sea; and
whenever the king thinks fit to do so.
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he serves notice upon a native that he
wants his crop of cocoanuts, and it is
at once made over to him. Tibureimoa
usually takes nis meals by himself, un-
less he has a visitor to whom he wishes
to show hospitality. He sits on the
ground on a mat, and for a table-cloth
the leaves of trees are spread. The nu-
merous attendants having placed the va-
rious dishes before him in baskets of
leaves, and having filled cocoanuts with
fresh and salt water, seat themselves
round him. According to the invariable
custom in the Soutn Seas, the king be-
orders for the construction of a mole
or breakwater at Butaritari. It is four-
teen feet wide, eight feet above high
water mark, and more than one thou-
sand feet long. The work was accom-
plished entirely by natives undergoing
punishment for various offenses, and cost
many years of toil and pains, for the la-
borers had to transport blocks of coral,
of which it is built, on their backs from
various parts of the island.
On the mole is situated the "Moriapa,"
or parliament house, where trials are
held, and where sits the council of old
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gms and ends his meal by washing his
hands and rinsing his mouth. Taking
it altogether Tibureimoa contrives to
lead a jolly life, and one that is wholly
typical of his race. He is Christian or
hir-athen as may best suit his purpose, and
does not hesitate to swear like a trooper,
lie like a politician, or pray like a priest
whenever it may seem to be to his inter-
est to do so. But, though he is jovial,
Tibureimoa is by no means idle, being
constantly busy about something or an-
other. When he became king, he gave
men, presided over by the king. When a
subject of special importance is to be
discussed, all the chiefs are summoned
to attend. The council is called the
Kaiburi, and consists of one high chief,
from six to twelve minor chiefs, a masis-
trate and a scribe. The last two are mod-
em additions to a very old institution.
In the early part of 1892, Tibureimoa
came to San Francisco, his intention be-
ing to visit the President at Washing-
ton, and negotiate with him for a treaty
of amity and commerce between the Gil-
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bert Islands and the United States, and
for the establishment of a protectorate
over his kingdom. Tibureimoa wished
to prevent foreign aggression, especially
ou the part of Great Britain and Ger-
many, the action of these two powers
in Samoa having made him apprehensive
lest his own people should be forced by
them to become their subjects. Tiburei-
moa saw the sights of the metropolis of
California, rode out on cable or electric
cars to some of tne suburbs, but never
reached the National Capital. Being very
Royalist, hoisted the Union Jack at Bu-
taritari, and placed the islands under
f. British protectorate. In 1893, H.M.S.
Rapid arrived, bringing Sir John Thurs-
ton, High Commissioner for the Western
Pacific, under whose jurisdiction the Gil-
bert group had been placed. The High
Commissioner's headquarters are at Fiji,
but he paid his personal, though neces-
sarily brief, visit to the Gilberts, because
he wished to form an independent opinion
upon the general condition of the group.
As a result of his observations, he recom-
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corpulent (he weighed nearly three hun-
dred pounds) and having lived for forty-
five years continuously under the equa-
torial sun, he was peculiarly liable to pul-
monary complaints. In less than six
weeks it became necessary for him to
abandon the idea of going to Washington
and to return to his island home. Though
very ill when he left San Francisco, he
recovered during the voyage, and reached
Butaritari safely during the latter part
of June. In July, Captain Ed. H. M. Davis
of the Royal Navy, commanding H.M.S.
mended that a deputy commissioner, with
the powers of a Governor and Chief
Magistrate, should permanently reside in
the Gilberts. The name of the present
permanent resident is C. R. Swalne, by
whom all matters affecting white men
are tried.
In former days the king had absolute
control over the lands of his subjects,
and could confiscate them for certain
offenses, but he no longer possesses this
power. The boundaries of property are
marked by little piles of coral, and the
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owners grow so familiar with their hold-
ings that they know every tree in the
dense grove, and to whom it belongs;
not infrequently can tell at once by the
appearance of a cocoanut the very tree
on which it grew. Gocoanuts are a uni-
versal medium of exchange, their value
for barter in all the islands being one
cent each, or one hundred to the dollar.
The cocoanut tree is all important to the
islander; it supplies him with meat, drink
and clothing, and a home on land, and a
boat on sea. The cocoanut is eaten green;
vary in size according to the use to which
they are applied. Everything employed
in their construction is of native mana-
facture, and in workmanship they sarpaas
all the canoes of the South Seas, being
built of pieces of wood sewn together so
neatly with cocoanut fibre that it is
difficult on the outside to see the Joints.
All the fastenings are inside, and pass
through kants, or ridges, wrought on the
edges -and ends of the boards composing
the vessel. Several thwarts are usually
laid from side to side, and are securely
Jack fruit.
also dried, reduced to a paste and cooked.
The Juice tapped from the tree makes
*toddy," which when boiled down, fur-
nishes sugar of a highly sweetening qual-
ity. From the trunk of the tree are
fashioned the native's canoe, and the
walls of his house, while its bark and
leaves supply the thatched roof, the mats
for the beds, and material for clothing.
The Gilbert Islanders take great pride
in their canoes, which are long, narrow,
and very sharp at stem and stern; they
lastened, to strengtnen the craft and
make it seaworthy. The ordinary canoes
are about thirty feet long, and are decked
all over; at the side is an opening of
about six inches, through which water
may be bailed out. Both stem and stem
being alike, they are steered by a paddle.
As they are not more than fifteen or
eighteen inches broad, they have outrig-
gers, which are shaped and fitted with
great ingenuity. They are very simply
rigged, having only one mast, and a tri-
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angular or lanteen sail, mast and sail be-
ing moved fore or aft as occasion may
require, for the outrigger must always
be on the weather side. They can run
before the wind with great speed.
The Gilbert Islanders dispiay less
skill in the construction of their houses
tnan of anything else belonging to them.
They congregate in villages, but there
is no uniformity in the size of their dwel-
lings, some of which are large and com-
n>odious, while others are mere hovels.
The frame of a house is made of light
sticks, and the walls and roof are of dry
grass firmly knit together. The door
is only an oblong hole at either end
or on the side; no light enters the house
except at this opening, and though such
close habitations may afCord comfortable
retreats in bad weather, they seem but
ill-adapted to a warm climate. They are,
however, remarkably clean, their floors
being covered with dry grass, over which
are spread mats for sitting or sleeping up-
on. The only furniture is a camphor-wood
chest for their clothes, tools, and other
belongings.
The church or meeting house Is a build-
ing one hundred feet long by forty-eight
wide, and is constructed entirely of na-
tive material, the walls and roof being
of dried grass. At each end are doors,
the southerly one being used only for
the king and his family, and a flne of
five dollars being imposed on any unau-
thorized native who dares to pass through
it. The interior of the building has the
appearance of having been left unfin-
ished, for it is entirely devoid of fur-
niture, with the exception of an enclo-
sure in the center for the king and his
suite.
The king invariably attends the prin-
cipal service at nine o'clock, on Sunday,
going to the church in state, preceded by
his body-guards, who form in line at the
door and present arms as he and his
suite enter. Not until Tibureimoa and
his retinue are all within are his sub-
jects permitted to go inside. When all
are seated, the national anthem, which
is composed to the tune of "God Save
the Queen," is sung. There is no regu-
lar preacher, but the old men get up and
talk whenever the spirit moves them.
so that during the service, which usually
Interior of house.
lasts two hours, several persons offer
their private interpretations of Scripture,
often strangely mixing worldly with heav-
enly things, and making much noise and
wild gesticulations to arouse the interest
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of the audience. As there are no benches
each native brings his mat, and at the
evening service his lantern also, for if
he did not, the church would be in dark-
ness. Previous to the British annexation,
the attendance at these services was
very large, for a fine of five dollars, pay-
able in cocoanuts or their equivalent, was
imposed on every absentee of either sex.
During the hours of service the police
patrolled the village and its outskirts,
entering the houses, taking the names
of any found therein to the Chief. The
Chief thereupon summoned the absentees
10 appear before the king next morning,
prepared to pay the fine. Attendance at
divine service is no longer enforced In
tnis violent and arbitrary manner.
Each village is governed by a chief,
who in turn is directly accountable to
the king for his actions. The district is
patrolled by two men, appointed by the
Chief, who receive no remuneration what-
ever, but are charged with the duty of
maintaining order within its precincts.
Almost the only thing they do is to par-
ade through the village at four o'clock
in the morning, sounding the reville on
a native shell-horn. They repeat this
hideous noise at 8:30 p. m., and any na-
tive found out of doors between the lat-
ter hour and the former is fined five
dollars for the first offense, and for the
recond is sentenced to hard labor as well
as a fine. At daybreak on an ordinary
working day a third of the men in a vil-
lage are told off by the Chief to fish in
tne lagoon, and to gather enough taro
to last a day or two. While these are ab-
sent others are preparing an oven, and
the rest may be carrying thatch or en-
gaged in some other work, but most
probably are either smoking or sleeping.
An oven is made by building a fire in a
hole dug in the ground and lined with
stones. When the stones are hot enough,
the dust and ashes are cleared away,
leaves thrown in, and the food to be
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cooked laid on them. The ordinary bill of
fare consists of fresh or dried fish, and
poi-poi — a native pudding of taro and co-
coanut, which is more agreeable to the
ta£te than its appearance suggests. On
feast-days, which occur often, a suck-
ling pig is added to the list of dishes.
Neither tea nor coffee is drunk, but a
liquor named karafee or toddy. It is the
juice of the cocoanut tree, from which it
IS drawn daily at sunrise and sunset. To
obtain it the natives climb up the tall
trees, and while extracting it, keep up
a constant yelling to let those below
know that they are at work. The sap
when fresh is a harmless and delicious
bever.ige, but after it has been kept a
day or two, fermentation sets in, and it
becomes intoxicating. Karafee does not.
however, fly to the head, but a man who
drinks it to excess loses the control of his
legs. However, when this befalls a na-
tive, he has sense enough to remain in
doors, and show his face to no one, lor,
if his Chief should ever hear of it, lie
would be tried and sentenced to hard la-
bor and a heavy fine. In former days a
native found intoxicated was tied to a
tree, and received a hundred lashes, the
blood fairly streaming down his back.
Besides this, all his lands were confis-
cated to the king forever. Since Brit-
ish <innexatlon, a trader who gives or
supplies, directly or indirectly, any in-
toxicating beverage to natives or persons
not of European descent, is liable to a
fine of ten pounds sterling for the first
ofTe^ise and for the next to a larger fine
Nvith Imprisonment.
The Gilbert Islanders are a very clean-
ly race, it being their habit to bathe sev-
eral times a day. The women anoint
their bodies with oil, perfumed with wild
fiowers, but tue oil is often rancid and far
from agreeable.
The children of both sexes up to five
or six years of age dispense with apparel
altogether, but adults ordinarily wear a
primitive garment called a rere or lava
lava, made of leaves, and about ten in-
ches in length for a man, and about
twelve for a woman. On Sundays and
feast days the men put on trousers and
white shirts, while the women wear print
gowns of pretty designs and very decided
colors. The king and the heir apparent
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wear frock coats, but their feet, like
those of their attendants, are bare. The
ornaments of both sexes are wreaths,
necklaces and bracelets of shells, bones
and beads. Men and women alike have
holes bored in their ears, and stretch
them until they are large enough to ad-
mit a finger; bones, pieces of cloth or
wood, the teeth of dogs or whales, and
tobacco pipes are inserted in them. Both
men and women are inveterate smokers,
and would sooner go without food than
give up their pipes. Many of the island-
ers, especially those of rank, are tat-
tooed from the middle of the thigh to
above the hips; the women having the
tattoo marks, and these but slight ones,
on their arms and fingers only. Both
sexes have remarkably good teeth, which
they retain to an advanced age. Women
being regarded merely as cattle or any
other property, the matrimonial knot
is easily tied, and Just as easily untie^l
If a man fancies a girl he sefzes her by
the hair of the head, wherever she may
be, despite her protestations, and drags
her away to his home. Her resistance is
not often serious, the pretense of refusal
being due to the coquettishness inherent
in the r.ex. When the couple reach the
house of the groom, a wedding feast is
furnished forthwith, to which all the Im
mediate friends of the bride and bride-
groom are invited. But an acceptance of
the invitation inplies the contribution of
seme viands to the entertainment. Mat-
rimony is attended by no further cere-
mony than this. When a husband grows
weary of his wife, he simply orders her
to leave him, and if she does not he turns
her out of doors.
The population of the little kingdom
is decreasing, for the rough treatment
that a mother receives at her accouche-
ment, and the practice of plunging the
new-bom infant into the ocean, tend di-
rectly to discourage large families. Yet
mothers display much affection towards
their infants, and the men readily tend
and amuse them. But this kindness does
not extend itself to the aged, who must
provide for their own wants or starve.
Nor does their treatment of the sick
show much gentleness. The patient hav-
ing been carried out at sunset, and placed
on a mat at the edge of the sea, the na-
tive "doctor" marches three times around
him waving slowly in measure with his
step a fiaming brand made of the split
bark of the cocoanut tree, and at the
same time chanting in a low tone. This
mummery is repeated at intervals antil
the patient recovers or is happily re-
leased by death from the physician's min-
istrations.
Little regard is paid to the old while
living, but no sooner has the spark of
life quitted the body than the neighbors
rush about to scrape together enough
rice, fish, pol-poi, and other native deli-
cacies to furnish a funeral feast. The
dead body is neither buried, nor cast
mto the sea, nor burned, but is pre-
served as an object of ardent veneration.
During the night it lies on a mat in the
hut, but every morning It is carried out
into the open air, where it remains until
sunset, being then taken inaoors. This
goes on until the flesh has entirely per-
ished and only the skeleton remains.
The bones are then stuck up in cracks
round the house, and like imperial Cae-
sar's clay, stop holes to keep the wind
away.
The islanders fear the shades of the
departed more than any living person
or animal. Those who wander along the
beach or penetrate the thick tropical
darkness at night, carry rifles with them,
and when asked why they do so, answer
'•ghosts." To their minds the islands
are peopled with ghosts, which, though
they believe them to be the spirits of
their dead friends and relatives, fill them
with terror.
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BY LUCY BAKER JEROME.
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" " IMM Y was the driver of the patrol-
wagon. He was short, and fat, and
had a chubby, freckled face, sur-
rounded by a shock of rough, red
hair. His daily duty was the picking up
of certain objects, in different localities,
to whom he was directed through the tele-
phone, and the subsequent endeavor to
escort them safely to the prison tanks.
Jimmy was used to picking up objects,
and rather liked the business. Some of
the older offenders against the law, were
accustomed to salute Jimmy on his fre-
quent appearances on the scene of ac-
tion, with sundry ancient and savorless
jokes, to which pleasantries Jimmy re-
plied with a broadly humorous smile,
conveying his appreciation of the situa-
tion. To the loud-voiced complaints and
revilings of the less philosophical class,
he turned a stony face, and a deaf ear.
He was particular, too, about the degree
and quality of the misdemeanor commit-
ted, and relegated the unwilling occu-
pants of the van to their proper position,
by mysterious and unalterable decrees
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of his own. In addition to these char-
acteristics, he possessed the fighting grit
of a buii-terrior, as Mulligan, the police-
officer of the Eleventh Ward, had cause
to remember. About the time that Jimmy
made up his mind to the necessity of be-
coming driver of the patrol van. Mulligan
was casting covetous eyes in the same
direction. They settled it one night,
in a convenient blind alley, when Mulli-
gan was ofC duty, and after a short but
heated argument, Jimmy had emerged
victorious. After this event Mulligan
had agreed to let him alone, but his
smouldering wrath sought in vain for
an opportunity for revenge. When re-
quired by the exigencies of the situation
to stand on the footboard of the prison
vehicle as it swayed and rocked over the
cobblestones, he felt his unsatisfied wrath
becoming distinctly pugnacious at the
sight of Jimmy's broad back comfortably
ensconsed on the roomy seat, for which
he secretly longed. On this particular
occasion, some three weeks after his
defeat. Mulligan had been told ofC to
handle a case on Sixth street, on a charge
of disturbing the peace, and Jimmy hap-
pening to be in the yard at the time, the
two men started together. It was not a
long distance, but the crowd in the vicin-
ity would have been discernible for a
much greater one. The door of a rough
shanty, one of several, was thrown wide
open, and as the officer made his way
through the mob surrounding it, shrill
curses, mingled with wailings, met his
ears.
"Mag's at it again, officer," volunteered
a woman who stood by, a baby poised
lightly and strongly on her hip, in an
unconsciously striking pose. "They say
she's done for the old villain this time."
The crowd waited breathlessly, while
the policeman entered. Jimmy, the reins
held loosely in one powerful hand, leaned
unconcernedly back, and waited, too.
Familiarity with these scenes had blunted
Jimmy's sense of expectation. There was
a stir and movement in the center of the
throng, as the officer pushed and thrust
his way toward the waiting vehicle.
Jimmy caught a glimpse of whirling rag-
ged skirts, of two bony arms shaken wild-
ly in the air, and heard Mulligan's grufC
tones as he slammed the door.
"A woman?" he called back to the offi-
cer.
*A woman? A uger-cat, 1 should say,"
answered Mulligan, indignantly, adding
in a lower tone to those about him.
"What's her name':"
"McGrath," answered a dozen voices.
A volley of objurgations issuing from
the interior of the vehicle caused Jimmy
to whip his horses to a lively trot Mulli-
gan, in the rear, holding with both hands
to the reeling van, felt a sudden intui-
tive thrill. "McGrath!" he repeated
aloud. "To be sure. 'Tis Jimmy's own
name, and that she devil in there might
be a relation."
He fairly glowed with the possibility
of the thought. He tried hard to recall
what Jimmy had told him of his early
life, before their relations had become
as strained as they were now. He re-
membered that Jimmy had said that he
had run away from a home that was no
home about five years ago, and that he
had never heard from It since. Jimmy
had admitted vaguely that he had had
parents, and that there had been lots
of kids, "always keepin' a feller awake
nights," he had said. The more Mulligan
thought of it, the stronger his conviction
grew. He brought his hand down on
the brass railing with an emphatic thump.
" 'Tis his mother, sure," he muttered.
"We'll see what my cock o' the walk
will say to this?"
He wanted very much to arrive at the
police station. He pictured the scene to
himself. To a mind like Mulligan's there
is but one conceivable happiness — the
pleasure of witnessing the discomfiture
of others. In anticipation, he saw the
old woman descending from the van,
Jimmy lounging uninterestedly near, he
saw the start, the recognition, and then —
the sudden closing of the prison doors.
Jimmy had been fond of his mother, too,
he remembered. He recalled the remark
that Jimmy had made on the occasion
of a young boy being sent to prison for
swearing falsely to save his mother.
"Right or wrong," Jimmy had said, "I'll
stand by the ould lady Ivery time. She
means right enough, and that squares her
with me." Now, Mulligan saw his chance
for his long deferred revenge. In his
eagerness he leaned forward.
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"Can't ye drive a little faster?" he
called.
The woman in the van was now very
still. At the moment of her entrance she
had sought to wreak vengeance on Mulli-
gan's stalwart form, but finding the door
closed, and Mulligan on the outside, she
had thrust a hand through the opening
in the front, and had clutched wildly at
Jimmy's red thatch of hair. However, as
instant till the flap dropped, but Jimmy
had seen as the prisoner had meant that
he should see, and she was apparently
satisfied.
"Hivens above!" groaned Jimmy on
the outside. " 'Tls the ould woman her-
self. Wonder what she's in fer," he
thought, abstractedly voicing the words.
"Fer fighten' the ould man," said the
well remembered voice close behind him.
^She made her way through the little alleyway, and disappeared."
soon as Jimmy had felt the tug he was
immediately released, and the sudden
silence which followed, proved to Jimmy,
well versed m such matters, the occur-
rence of the unusual. He wondered, but
Inyolutarlly quickened his horses' pace.
At the junction of Fourth and Market
streets, he felt a light tug again. He
instinctively turned, and saw before him,
looking directly into his own, the face of
the woman in the van. It was but an
Jimmy turned sympathetic eyes upon
the concealing tarpaulin cover.
"Was he as bad as iver, mother?" he
asked.
"Arrah, Jimmy, be alsy. Bad isn't the
worrud. 'Tis meself had all of it a body
cud stand. Fifteen years whin ye were
there Jimmy, an five afther ye left, was
too much fer anny dacent body. So whin
he begun agin this momin I jist tapped
him on the head wid the flre shovel an
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left him. He hadn't got up yit, when 1
left!"
She glanced quickly at the closed door,
as if expecting the officer's entrance at
any moment, and placing her lips close
to the crack in the tarpaulin resumed
hurriedly,
"W'isht, now Jimmy, its niver yerself
wud be takin' me to jail now is it?
Think of the poor childer at home all
lookin' to their fine big brother to help
thim now."
"Yis, yis," assented Jimmy uncertainly,
his mind in a whirl. "Kape still now, an
let me think."
He had five minutes in which to lay
his plan of action. He could see the
looming towers of the City Hall and he
knew that it behooved him to act quickly.
Suddenly inspiration came to his aid.
"Arrah now mother," he whispered.
'*If the cop sees us we're done fer. Keep
still now, and mind yer eye whin I tell
ye."
At the corner of Eighth and Market
Jimmy began to drive slowly: so slowly,
in fact, that the impatient officer pro-
tested.
"See here, Jimmy! We haven't got
next week before us. Whip up lively,
can't ye?"
Jimmy relieved himself by appropriate
vociferations at the surging throng of
vehicles and foot passengers, which
threatened to blockade the way, but the
smile on his genial face broadened, and
the speed of his vehicle did not appreci-
ably increase. A block farther on, an
itinerant vendor's stand, occupied by a
tall, tattered person gesticulating wildly,
and vehemently haranguing the motley
assemblage, completely blocked the way.
Jinmiy brought his team to a sudden halt.
"What's the matter now?" yelled the
officer. "What's the matter wid ye anny-
how? Drive on, can't ye?"
Jimmy looked around the corner of the
van and looked back. He looked squarely
into Mulligan's red excited face, and
noticed that he held by one hand to the
railing, and that one foot was dangling
in the air. Jimmy's smile deepened still
further. He leaned close to the tar-
paulin.
"Hould tight, now,"he whispered. " 'Tis
yer last chanst."
The lash descended with lightning
suddenness on the broad backs of the sur-
prised horses, and they leaped forward
with a sickening lurch of the heavy
vehicle. Jimmy heard the cries and
increasing commotion behind him, which
told him that his improvised plan had
been so far successful, and applied the
lash judicially, to both straining animals.
"The b'ye ye are," chuckled a voice
exultantly, in his ear. "'Tis yer ould
mother is proud of ye this day."
Plunging, and galloping unevenly in the
traces, the horses tore through the panic-
stricken streets at a rattling pace. People
rushing from all directions, stood aghast
in safe places, watching for the disaster
which seemed certain to occur. Shops,
big and little, disgorged their customers,
and added to the din and general con-
"The lady! may she live a thousand years"
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fusion. Shopkeepeis who but a moment
before had been smoking an afternoon
pipe, and mentally calculating their gains,
rushed bare headed into the street, ready
to exclaim and stare with the rest, but
no man moved to arrest the threatened
danger. On they dashed, just grazing
and avoiding, as if by a miracle, collisions
with numberless teams and equipages,
whose owners looked back with white
frightened faces at the sound of the
deafening clatter approaching them from
behind. Foot passengers scurried out of
the way like scared rabbits, and through
it all, Jimmy sat well back in the shadow,
his spirits, always mercurial, risen to
fever heat at the signs of danger, his
hands clenched on the reins, and his keen
eyes noting the pitfalls ahead. Urging
the horses with hand and voice, the City
Hall was passed like a flash, and still
the horses swept up the broad spaces
of Market street, straight on. The crowds
were lessening, and at this point the
street was comparatively deserted. Jim-
my began imperceptibly to lessen speed.
The reins were taut, now, and the horses
feeling the steady pull, instinctively re-
sponded. Jimmy cast a hurried glance
around. Only a solitary pedestrian was
eyeing the van. Jimmy drove on. Op-
posite the entrance to a narrow side
street, he pulled up hastily. The team
stood still sweating in every pore, and
Jimmy turned to his passenger.
"Now, mother! Now's yer time," he
said quickly.
The look of intelligence in the old
woman's face was not belied by her
actions. She slipped from the van like
a descending shadow, and without again
turning, made her way through the little
alleyway and disappeared.
Jimmy drawing a long breath, spoke
gently to the horses, soothing them by
word and touch. Then he turned the team
and proceeded slowly to retrace his
course. Half way down the broad
thoroughfare, he encountered Mulligan.
That ofllcer's face was red and excited,
and he handled his club in a way, that to
Jimmy's experienced eye, meant mis-
chief.
He walked straight up to Jimmy, brand-
ishing his club.
Mulligan
**I arrest ye! I arrest ye, in the name of
the law!" he roared.
"What fer?" demanded Jimmy calmly.
The oflacer hurried around to the back
of the van, and looked anxiously inside.
"She's gone," he ejaculated.
"Gone!" said Jimmy derisively. "D'ye
mane to tell she got out of it, with them
horses runnin' a race to git ahead of
thimselves?"
The oflacer lifting the flap, peered again
into the dark recesses of the van.
"She's gone all right," he announced
doggedly. "I arrest ye in the name of
the law," he reiterated coming around to
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glare at Jimmy, cool, and apparently un-
concerned.
"Wat fer?" asked Jimmy again.
"Sure," he continued, fixing the glower-
ing officer with an impenitent eye, and
a withering glance of scorn, for his hope-
less density, "Couldn't you see the horses
was runnin' away?" he demanded.
"I saw ye lashin' them," foamed Mulli-
gan furiously.
" 'Twas thin I lost me head," declared
Jimmy mendaciously. "I tho't of the pris-
oner and the disgrace we'd be in, fer not
bringin' her In safe, and I had a rush of
blood to the head. 'Twas all a blank, like,
afther that."
"I don't belave ye," raved Mulligan
suspiciously, as he saw his bright visions
of revenge rapidly fading. "I don't be-
lave ye, and I'll report ye to the sergeant
as soon as we git there."
"Do," rejoined Jimmy imperturbably.
"Do, If ye think ye'd injoy it." His voice
took on a solemn tone, but the twinkle
in his eye would have betrayed him had
the officer been able to interpret it.
"Ye know, ikiulligan," he said leaning
forward, and looking that discomfited
official squarely in the eyes, "Ye know a
runaway is a mighty serious thing, an' I
must tell ye. Mulligan, that, under the
circumstances, an' considering all things,
yer friend, Jimmy McGrath, belaves that
he behaved most uncommon well."
Late that night, Mulligan, on duty in
the unsavory district bounded by Sixth
street on one side, and on the other, by
the great gleaming hotel with the line
of rickety shanties at its back, stopped
measuring his paces, by the big blocks
of asphalt In the pavement, and looked
doubtfully about him. The doubt became
certainty, as he plunged into a side alley,
and paused before a tenement half way
up the row. Cautiously approaching the
shutterless window, his eyes bulged with
astonishment at the scene within. At the
head of a long table improvised from
drift-boards and a barrel or two, sat
Jimmy, every feature sharing in an ex-
pansive grin, and Joining hilariously in
the derisive shouts that came from the
dozen listeners gathered around the
board. In the short, sturdy figure nearest
him, Mulligan recognized his lately es-
caped prisoner, and shook his fist vin-
dictively at her unconscious face. Jimmy,
wholly ignorant of the danger outside,
rose to his feet at this juncture, and ap-
preached the old man, who, with his
countenance adorned with sundry strips
of plaster, and his head surmounted by a
crown of bandages, sat at the other end.
Mulligan laid one ear against a crack
in the wall, and listened attentively.
"Here's to Mulligan," Jimmy was say-
ing. "Mulligan foriver! 'Twas he that
saved us, for if he hadn't been such a
blunderin' omadhaun, we'd been com-
fortin' our bones in jail this blissed night.
'Tis a raal pity he couldn't attind this
cilebration," he finished cheerfully. "It's
welcome he'd have bin."
With a howl of savage rage, and a crash
of splintered glass. Mulligan burst
through the window. Choking with wrath,
he glared speechlessly at the conscience-
less Jimmy, who executing a neat hand-
spring over the boards that would have
done credit to a circus veteran, backed
into a convenient corner, and regarded
Mulligan unabashed.
"I arrest ye! I arrest ye! In the name
of the law," bawled Mulligan for the sec-
ond time that day, brandishing his club
like a war weapon, and bearing down
upon the astonished group like an engine
of destruction.
"What, agin?" asked Jimmy, composed-
ly.
Scenting combat, the lady of the van
rushed in to lend her aid, but Jimmy's
unfailing sense of humor was again equal
to the occasion.
"We was just drinkin' yer health. Mul-
ligan," he said politely. "Sure, an' 'tisn't
that honor ye'd lose us now? There's
pllnty in the keg, an' if ye'd jine us. Mulli-
gan, on this occasion, we'd be proud In-
dade."
Before this appeal Mulligan visibly
relented. Then he glanced at the clock
and at the beer keg, which his experi-
enced eye told him was not more than
two-thirds empty, at the group of grin-
ning fkces all beaming with hearty good-
will, and slowly permitted a similar grin
to appear on his own countenance, which
gradually broadened like a full moon,
until he buried it below the edge of a
foaming rim of beer.
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"Mulligan/' said Jimmy, giving his his lost prisoner, gave his toast stand-
toast with an uncontrollable wink. ing, with uplifted glass, and a hand on
"Mulligan foriver!" piped the shrill his heart,
chorus, and Mulligan, red and flattered, "The lady! May she live a thousand
bowed magnificently in the direction of years, and her shadow never grow less."
TWO POEMS
ELEANORE F. LEWIS.
She wrote in verse for him alone, that seemed
Unlike the common lot:
A strange, eccentric phantasy, he deemed,
And understood it not.
She wrote for public praise, a trivial thing
Unworthy of her name :
Yet it appealed to him, who was her king,
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BY GLARA SPALDING BROWN.
MEXICO is a country of wonderful
interest and charm. All the na-
tives, from the idle members of
"^ ^the wealthy class, with their
luxurious lives, down to the humblest
I>eons, who trot contentedly about their
tasks, with sandaled feet, are proud of
it. Visitors are enchanted with the pic-
turesqueness of the scenery and people,
and every day that is spent in the quaint
land adds to its peculiar fascination. It
is a "sister republic," easily reached
without braving the discomforts and dan-
gers of an ocean voyage, and is as dis^
tinctively foreign as any country of Eu-
rope or Asia, y6t it is a terra incognitq.
to the majority of Americans, many of
whom think nothing of taking a trip
across the Atlantic every year.
Holidays and festivals are many in
Mexico, as numerous Saint's days
are observed. Birthdays are occasions
of merry-making, and a number of na-
tional events are duly commemorated.
The greatest of all these celebrations
occurs on the fifteenth and sixteenth
of September of each year, and then, in
the length and breadth of the land, you
will scarcely find a Mexican at work.
The one thought, in every city, town and
hamlet, is to glorify the struggle for in-
dependence, which began in 1810, to hon-
or the loved President of the present
prosperous Republic, and to have a good
time along with the exuberant patriot-
ism. General Porfirio Diaz, the ruler of
the nation, was born on the fifteenth of
September. The sixteenth is the Mexi-
can's Fourth of July, beginning at 11
o'clock the night previous, for reasons
that will be related. It is fitting that
these anniversaries should be celebrated
together, for closely interwoven in the
hearts of the people are love of country
and loyalty to the wise ruler who is likely
t"» be retained in office so long as he
lives, though the constitution of Mexico
is modeled largely after that of the
United States, and a Presidential elect-
ion is held every four years.
The writer was in the City of Mex-
ico at the time of this great double
celebration a year ago, and was pro-
foundly impressed by it. The cgj:fimon-
ie;j began on the afternoon of^he 14th,
with congratulations tendered the Presi-
dent by a delegation from his native
State, Oaxaca, in the extreme southern
part of Mexico, near the Isthmus of Te-
huantepec. All classes were repre-
sented: Congressmen, judges, army of-
ficers, artisans, and day laborers, each of
whom he grasped by the hand as he stood
i;i the Hall of Ambassadors. The body
of proud Oaxacans was followed by the
Governors of the various States, (there
are twenty-eight in the Republic) and
in response to their compliments the
President said that if it had been his good
fortune to establish a good administra-
tion it was because his people were as
apt In toil as they were ardent in bat-
tle and they had made their own govern-
ment.
The next day a b^mitidil nllPfTArl^fll
parade passed through the elaborately-
decorated streets, and under arches that
had been erected by the different States
in honor of the occasion. Every van-
tage point was thronged and all business
was at a standstill. For several days,
long trains on the railway lines center-
ing in the city had brought visitors from
points far and near. No pen can describe
the crowd, with its diversity of costumes,
its gay colors, its sharply defined degrees
of caste, (the rich and poor mingling
together with one common spirit) its
simple good nature and child-like enjoy-
ment. Side by side were ladies in deli-
cate silks and muslins, such as in our
country would seem appropriate only
for indoor evening wear, and ragged,
unkempt Indian women, with a big pack
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or a baby, often both, on their backs,
bare-footed, with skirts ending at the
knees and brown shoulders rising from
loose chemisettes, or perhaps the dainty
senoritas and their immaculately clad
escorts were laugningly jostled by a bevy
of half-breed girls in plain calico gowns
and blue rehosos drawn over their heads,
more than one of them whiffing a cigar-
ette. The laboring men wore blouses
and loose trousers of white cotton, and
around their shoulders were draped the
red or striped zarapes which are so pic-
The President reviewed the procession
from the national palace. During the day
he received congratulations from the
army, the departments of administration,
the children of the public schools, and
the diplomatic corps, headed by General
Powell Clayton, the United States Am-
bassador. At night the arches, each of
which was made typical of the State
contributing it, were ablaze with electric
lights, turning the streets into fairyland.
When the writer, chaperoned by the good
Mexican family with whom she had
Gen. Portririo Diaz, President of Mexico.
turesque and form the overcoat of the
Mexican. The finishing touch to the cos-
tume was the universal conical-crowned,
wide-brimmed sombrero, whose texture
and adornment varies with the means of
the wearer. Coches and private carriages
rolled to and fro, while in and out among
them and the eager people, waiting to
see the parade, pranced the cahalleros,
horsemen in elaborately braided leather
costumes, with silver-mounted saddles
and bridles.
made her home, started at 9 p. m. for
the central plaza of the city — the Zocalo
— on which the national palace, the mag-
nificent cathedral and other prominent
buildings front, the streets had become
impassable for either cars or carriages.
From curb to curb they were filled with
a mass of surging, yelling human beings,
unrestrained in their abandonment to
mingled patriotism and hilarity. On this
one night of the year license prevails
for everything except such crimes as j
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murder, robbery, or arson. The saloons,
ordinarily closed at an early hour, are
permitted to remain open all night, and
no arrests are made for drunkenness.
The result is bacchanalian, but marvel-
ously free from any serious conse-
quences. The intoxication caused by the
national drink of pulque is not vicious
or quarrelsome unless the beverage has
been badly adulterated; it increases the
naturally volatile spirits of these chil-
dren of a Latin race, ending in a stupor
which lasts a few hours.
It required patience and strength to
push one's way for half a mile to the cen-
ter of attraction on this memorable night.
Arch of State of Oaxaca.
and many were the amusing scenes wit-
nessed. 'Vivas" filled the air, as mock
processions waved aloft all sorts of
rudely improvised banners, cornstalks,
palm leaves, etc., blowing horns and
whistles, and beating on anything obtain-
able. The Zocalo was a solid mass of
equally noisy ana happy people. Foot
by foot our party advanced until a cor-
don of soldiers was reached, guarding an
inclosed space in front of the palace in
which were chairs for those by favor or
entitled by position to the courtesy. As
one of our number was connected with
the Japanese legation we secured seats
before the main entrance to the palace,
and there awaited the ceremony of the
"Grito." The palace covers an immense
area, having a frontage of 700 feet. It
Arch erected by State of Puebia, Mexico.
was illuminated with incandescent lights
all along the cornices and its many little
turrets, as were other large buildings
surrounding the open square. Every win-
dow, portal, and roof top was occupied
b/ the fashionables of the city, and sev-
eral military bands combined enlivened
the period of waiting with their inspiring
stiains. Once there \t was impossible
to get away before the movement of the
crowd to depart. In all the throngs of
the World's Fair at Chicago, and of the
great American cities, the writer has
never seen quite such a Jam of humanity
ab congested the principal streets of the
city of Mexico on that night.
In order that what follows may be un-
derstood, it is necessary to explain that
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the first call of the people to arms
against the tyranny and extortion of
Spain was made at 11 o'clock on the
night of the 15ih of September, 1810,
bj- a priest named Hidalgo, in the small
town of Dolores, near the rich mining
city of Guanajuato. The good Father,
now known as "The Washington of Mex-
ico," had long been in sympathy with
the suppressed feeling of revolt against
ai oppressive rule. On this night he
rang the bell of his little church to call
his parishioners together, and they sup-
posed it a summons to a special late
service, until his brave cry for liberty
greeted their ears instead of the accus-
tomed prayers, and fired them with zeal
to follow him in what proved to be a long
and bloody struggle. The memory of
the patriot-priest is revered by all Mexi-
cans, and the bell was long since re-
moved to the nation's capital and hung
over the main portal of the palace. It is
used only on the anniversary of inde-
pendence, and the President's hand is
the only one that pulls the rope.
A few minutes before 11 o'clock the
crowd became quiet and expectant, and
the air seemed charged with electricity.
The peculiar sensation of something
momentous about to occur, held every
stranger in thrall. Promptly on the hour.
President Diaz stepped to the front of
an alcove over the main entrance, accom-
panied by members of his cabinet. He
held the banner that Hidalgo carried in
his campaign for liberty, and waved it
over the balustrade, then pulled a rope
communicating with the rusty bell above.
At the moment when the President ap-
peared, the alcove was illuminated by a
framework of electric lights surrounding
it as a picture, and above the bell
gleamed a portrait of Hidalgo. The sound
0/ the bell brought forth a mighty cry
from the populace below, and then the
crowd went wild. "Viva Mexico," "Viva
K^ Republica," "Viva Diaz," they yelled,
and the bands struck up the national
hymn. Simultaneously the entire front
and mighty towers, 200 feet high, of one
of the largest catnedrals in the world,
burst into a blaze of glory, and from
their lofty stations the fifty bells of the
cathedral pealed forth the full, deep
tones of "Santa Maria de Guadalupe,"
the great bell that is heard only on State
occasions underlying all the others. This
bell is nineteen feet high, and exceeded
in size only by the famous one of Mos-
cow. Then from all over the city came
the sound of ringing bells, and for half
an hour the exultant peal was kept up.
The whole thing, occurring in less time
than it has taken to tell it, was intensely
thrilling. The bells, the illumination
that formed a picture of almost more
than earthly beauty against the darkness
of the night; the harmonious strains of
the bands; the stirring call of 200 bug-
lers; the cries from thousands of lusty
throats; the rockets and red lights; the
stately form of the President standing
in bold relief against the grim walls of
the old palace, combined to produce an
effect which can never be erased from the
memory of those who witnessed it for
the first time. The aristocracy were as
enthusiastic as the masses and stood on
their chairs, crying "Vive Mexico," until
tears ran down their cheeks. 'Thrills
ran over the writer from head to foot,
and it was easy to understand the emo-
tion of natives to the country.
The "grito" (defined in Spanish dic-
tionaries as "yell, scream, howl") is prob-
ably the most powerful national cere-
menial in the world in its action on the
emotions, occurring as it does late at
night, in the presence of multitudes gath-
ered in the open air, and in a country
whose government, though nominally re-
publican, is virtually imperialistic, and
free from widely opposed political par-
ties. The lights covering the facade of
the cathedral were red, white and green,
the national colors of Mexico. In the cen-
ter appeared the eagle, snake and cac-
tus, which are imprinted on the coins
of the country, and all national emblems,
in accordance with a legend handed down
from the Aztecs to the early settlers in
the capital city. As the excitement be-
gan to subside, the question of how to
get home confronted the upper classes,
who did not propose to join the rabble
in spending the night in the streets. It
is no uncommon thing for several people
to be killed in the crush of independence
night. We were almost carried by the
moving throng and recked not whether
we took the sidewalks or the middle of
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die streets. Everyone was good-tempered,
ready to give or take jests. When sober
men tripped over some obstruction In the
wild rush, and measured their length in
the mud (for it had been raining), the
halMrunken frollckers shouted ''Bor-
racho limplo"; and the joke was the fact
that borracho means a drunken man, and
limplo, clean. All night the revelers
drove sleep away from the weary in the
heart of the city, and one might reason-
ably have expected disorderliness to be
manifest the next day, as the result of
80 much license, but there was no trou-
ble or turmoil whatever.
A civic ceremony occurred on the morn-
ing of the sixteenth, at the Alameda, a
beautiful pleasureground of forty acres
where concerts are given two or three
times a week, and rich and poor promen-
ade beneath the great trees, or rest
on the numerous stone benches, while
the children romp in the broad paths.
Here, under a canvas, the President stood
arrayed in full uniform, and wearing all
his orders. With him were his Ministers
and the Mayor of the city. The De-
claration of Independence was read, a
commemorative address delivered, and
the President bestowed medals and deco-
rations on persons who had distinguished
themselves at different periods of the
country's history, by service in time of
war. Among these were five proud labor-
ing men who had taken part in the storm-
ing of Puebla, April 2, 1867. At the other
end of the social scale were generals and
colonels, who saluted with drawn swords
as they received the tribute of honor.
The President was then driven to the
national palace, where he reviewed the
military parade, which is always a fea-
ture of the day. This was a pageant of
more picturesqueness than is usually
seen on the American continent. First
came the Governor of the military acad-
emy at Chapultepec — ^the West Point of
Mexico — ^accompanied by his staff, splen-
didly mounted. They were followed by
a squad of gendarmes (policemen), the
cadets of the academy, a battery of im-
proved Mondragon mountain cannon, and
several divisions of infantry, each bri-
gade headed by its officers, on superb
horses, and a band. Batteries of ma-
chine guns and heavy artillery, with com-
pact battalions of men, were Interspersed
with more Infantry, the division closing
with an exhibition of the field hospital
service. Three brigades of cavalry made
a fine appearance; but the cynosure of all
eyes was the Incomparable company of
Rurales, three regiments strong.
The Rurales are the country police of
Mexico, and their like does not exist
la any other country. Their organiza-
tion was a stroke of diplomacy on the
part of President Diaz. It was in the
seventies, when the country had been in-
fested for years with banditti, that he
offered amnesty to all these highway
robbers who would enlist in his service,
and guaranteed them a salary larger
than that received by cavalrymen in any
other part of the world. They knew
every nook and comer of the country,
were fearless, and expert in horseman-
ship and the use of fire arms. The Presi-
dent wisely discerned that such quali-
ties could be of peculiar value to him, if
rightly directed. The bait tempted them,
for It was more reliable than their pre-
carious way of gaining a livelihood, and
offered honor instead of the constant
danger of Imprisonment and death that
had been their portion. They accepted
the proposition unanimously, and have
served the administration so zealously
and efficiently that brigandage through-
out Mexico is almost entirely a thing of
the past, and crime in general is much
less frequent than before. The Rurales
have permission to deal summarily with
suspected criminals, and often shoot at
sight persons whom they think have out-
raged the law. Sometimes they make
a mistake and kill an Innocent man, but
on the whole the plan has worked for
the benefit of the country. The pres-
ent members of the Rurales are not all
ex-bandits. They number 5,000, and the
organization has become so popular that
young men of good family await their
turn to join the ranks. Bach man owns
his horse and its equipments, and the out-
fit is made as expensive and showy as the
owner's purse will permit. The every-
day suit is of dark grey, with leather leg-
gings; but on dress parade a suit of soft
leather is worn, the pantaloons and short
Jacket ornamented with gold and silver
bullion, and the wide-brimmed felt som-
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brero heavily corded. The finely moun-
ted men thus attired form the most strik-
ing feature of a procession such as that
of Independence Day.
The Mexican army consists of about
26,000 men, exclusive of generals, colo-
nels, majors, and petty officers. The
country is under admirable military rule,
and one can scarcely get out of sight of
a soldier or a Rurale, while every town
has its barracks, where reveille and the
various other military calls are heard
regularly every day and add to the fas-
cination of the picturesque life for the
visitor. The President opens Congress
on the evening of the sixteenth, deliv-
ering a message which reviews all de-
partments of the administration. At the
time of which I write, he spoke of Mex-
ico's friendship with the nations of the
civilized world having grown closer; ot
her having taken part in the Peace Con-
gress at The Hague; of education, jus-
tice, and municipal affairs; of public
works, the progress of mining, army mat-
ters. State elections, the financial condi-
tion of the country, and many other
important questions. This remarkable
man, born of a Spanish father and Indian
mother, poor in his boyhood and obliged
to work his way through school, has risen
steadily from one position of responsibil-
ity to another, until he ranks among the
great rulers and statesmen of the world.
The country that he governs is making
rapid progress in all that constitutes a
powerful and prosperous nation, and Is
worthy of fuller recognition and a more
comprehensive acquaintance on the part
of her northern neighbors than is now
the case.
THE SPARROWS
BY LOU RODMAN TEEPLE.
The robin may trill, and borrow
For his breast the rich, red gold;
But I love best the sparrow,
That staid when the days were cold.
The lark may sing to-morrow,
The swallow his tryst may keep;
But dear to me is the sparrow
That staid when the snow was deep.
And fortune's gilded starling
May hover round my door,
But I love you best, my darling,
For you staid when I was poor.
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BY ROCKWELL D. HUNT. PH. D.
Rev. Isaac Owen of Indiana. Founder of
Santa Clara University. (Crossed tlie
Plains In 1849.
four years ago the Franciscan padres
founded Mission Santa Clara, and almost
simultaneously fourteen families settled,
only a few miles distant, at the Pueblo
de San Jose de Guadalupe. Indeed, the
valley had attracted attention as early as
1769. The California State Qovemment
was organized in San Jose in December.
1849. The oldest Roman Catholic college
in the State also celebrates this year, at
Santa Clara, its golden jubilee.
The University of the Pacific is a mis-
sionary child of a zealous Methodism.
Long before California was admitted into
the Union, the Central Missionary Board
of the Methodist Episcopal church, sit-
ting at New York, had become impressed
with the golden opportunities for spirit-
ual conquest on the shores of the Pacific.
As early as 1834, Messrs. Jason and Dan-
ryiHB University of the Pacific, pio-
J-M neer Protestant college of this
I State, celebrates this year and this
month the semi-centennial of its
foundation. Since the inception of this
institution of learning dates back to the
days of gold, and since its life and Infiu-
ence run parallel with the history of
the commonwealth of California, it is
fitting that there should be presented
some review of its actual foundation and
its history, together with a brief state-
ment of the principles which underlie
it, the work it seeks to do, and its hopeful
attitude as it passes this noteworthy mile-
stone.
Santa Clara Valley, the lovely home
of. the University of the Pacific, is excep-
tionally rich in early California history.
Here it was tnat one hundred and twenty-
Rev. A. S. Gibbons at 45.
iel Lee were sent to Oregon, and the fol-
lowing year, Messrs. Samuel Parker and
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Marcus Whitman were sent by the Pres-
byterians as missionaries to that country.
In October, 1848, Rev. Isaac Owen was
commissioned Missionary to California
by the Central Board of the Methodist
Episcopal church, in New York, and Rev.
William Taylor was appointed assistant
Missionary to the same field. Pacific
Coast Methodism was organized under
the name of the Oregon and California
Mission Conference, of which Rev. Wil-
liam Roberts was Superintendent. Taylor
reached San Francisco aDout September
20, 1849, and there entered at once upon
his labors. Mr. Owen reached the Sacra-
mento Valley overland on the first of Oc-
tober of the same year, and made Sacra-
mento city his headquarters.
In any account of Christian education
in California the names of Messrs. Tay-
lor and Owen call imperatively for pause.
Bishop William Taylor is known every-
where as "one of the grandest figures
that has walked across the pages of Meth-
odist history." Not California alone, nor
the African continent but the whole world
has been blessed by his heroic career,
and the nineteenth century has been en-
riched by his noble toil. Bishop Taylor
is still in our midst, having retired from
active service and now quietly dwelling
with his relatives in Palo Alto. Rev.
Isaac Owen, a native of Indiana, was a
devoted and life-long laborer in the pio-
neer work of the church. Stern and un-
compromising against all wrong, he was
"an example of Christian heroism and
self-devotion worthy of the best and
purest ages of the Church." He conceived
an interest for the mission work in Cali-
fornia early in 1848. Before emigrating
to California he served for five years with
signal success as financial agent of Indi-
ana Asbury University, now known as
De Pauw. The initial dlfllculties that be-
set him at Sacramento are best described
in his early letters to his superiors in
the Eastern States. In a communication
to the Missionary Secretary, Dr. J. P.
Durbin, dated February 27, 1852, he says:
"On arriving at Sacramento City I
found myself and family houseless and
moneyless (except $150). The cheapest
and only arrangement I could make for
myself and family was to pay $100 per
month for an unfinished adobe room in
Sutter's Fort. I moved into this room
and remained about one week; and my
wife, true to the missionary cause, chose
rather to live in a tent to putting the
church to the expense of hiring r^ house
at so high a rent. So in compliance
with her request, I went to work and con-
structed a tent out of the remains of
our old wagon covers, and a few bed
quilts. When completed it covered an
area of eight by ten feet. ♦ ♦ ♦ Here we
lived, eight in number, for about four or
five weeks, during which time my wife
supported the family mostly by the pro-
ceeds of the milk of two cows which we
had worked in the yoke while crossing
the plains, rather than make our wants
known to the church. ♦ ♦ ♦ While my
wife was thus providing for herself and
family, I devoted all my time to the erec-
tion of a parsonage and to the putting
up of the church sent to us by our friends
in Baltimore."
It will be remembered that at this time,
as Mr. Owen stated in his first official
oommunication from California dated
January 11, 1850, prices were extremely
high. A few staples may be noted : Flour,
from $30 to $40 per barrel; salt pork from
$30 to $40 per barrel; potatoes, 25 cents to
40 cents per pound; garden vegetables,
60 cents to 75 cents per pound; butter,.
$1.25 to $1.50 per pound; fresh pork, $1
to $1.25 per pound; milk, $1 per quart.
In the same communication he wrote:
"Any house that would have barely
accommodated my family on my arrival
here would have cost me at least $300*
a month rent, and the least amount my
family could subsist upon, embracing pro-
visions, fuel, and other incidental ex-
penses, is from $6 to $10 per day; and
when we dare to live as we used to do in
the States, a great deal more than this."
Such were the conditions facing the chief
founder of the University of the Pacific,,
the heroic man whose name appears &s.
number one on the first subscription ever
circulated in the interest of the projected
Institution, while opposite the name-
stands the pledge for $1000.00.
In October, 1850, three additional mis-
sionaries came to the aid of young
Methodism in California. These were:
Messrs. S. D. Simonds, M. C. Briggs. and
Edward Bannister. In May. 1851, three
others arrived, namely: Messrs. Charles
Maclay, D. A. Dry den, and a. L. S. Bate-
man. In his instructions to Mr. Owen^
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dated May 21, 1850, Secretary Durbln
offers certain advice and suggestions con-
cerning a contemplated Institution of
learning, but reminds him that chief
reliance must rest "on the judgment and
prudence of Brother Roberts and your-
self, in consultation with other friends
and brethren." It was urged that build-
ings of proper size and arrangements be
erected, that great care be exercised
in finding the best location, that "debt
be avoided as much as may be," and
that the work should go forward "prompt-
ly, but very prudently." Acting upon
the request of the Missionary Board, sec-
onded by Superintendent Roberts, Rev.
Isaac Owen appointed an educational
convention, to consist of an equal num-
ber of traveling preachers and intelli-
gent laymen. The convention assembled
in the Methodist Church at Pueblo de
San Jose, January 6, 1851, the following
members being present: Mr. Isaac Owen,
chairman; Mr. Edward Bannister, Secre-
tary; Messrs. James M. Brier, H. S. Love-
land, William Morrow, C. P. Hester,
James Corwin, M. C. Briggs, and W.
Grove Deal. Suitable committees were
appointed to facilitate the business of the
convention, and among the very first
decisions reached was that recommend-
ing the "founding of an institution of the
grade of a university." It was voted to
continue educational operations in San
Rev. M. C. Briggs.
Rev. Edward Bannister, 1866.
Jose for the present, while a sub-commit-
tee should make inquiry and negotiate
with reference to location and grounds.
Messrs. C. P. Hester, I. Owen, William
Morrow, and E. Bannister were consti-
tuted a committee to bring the subject
before the California Legislature, then
sitting in San Jose, and secure necessary
action looking toward chartering the
projected institution; and Mr. Owen was
appointed financial agent.
At the San Jose convention three ses-
sions were held, the forenoon session
January 6, and the forenoon and after-
noon sessions of January 7. At these ses-
sions the decisive initial steps in organi-
zation were taken; hence, while the sub-
ject of this sketch did not receive its
charter at the hands of the Supreme
Court of California for some months,
the sixth day of January, 1851, may, in
important respects, be regarded as the
natal day of the University of the Pacific.
It should be observed that even before
the establishment of the University, early
California Methodism had chartered or
received under conference patronage a
number of seminaries of lower than colle-
giate rank, one of the first having been
opened at Santa Cruz by Mr. H. S. Love-
land in the fall of 1849. Others were
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opened in San Jose, Sacramento, Stock-
ton, and San Francisco.
On May i4, 1851, the committee on edu-
cation met at the house of Rev. William
Taylor, in San Francisco, to hear reports
from the sub-committees and so far as
possible, to complete the work of organi-
zation. The location of the University
was a question that received much earn-
est consideration. Land was offered for
a site on various conditions at the Mis-
sion San Francisco, San Jose, and Santa
Clara. The advantages of Vallejo were
also discussed. The importance of secur-
ing the best location appeared eo great
that the final decision was delayed for
the following meeting. The most impor-
tant action of the May session was the ap-
pointment of the first Board of Trustees,
the list when completed by a few subse-
quent nominations Including the follow-
ing names: Rev. Isaac Owen, D. L. Ross,
Esq., Rev. S. D. Simohds, Hon. C. P. Hes-
ter, W. Grove Deal, M. D., Rev. Wm. Tay-
lor, F. B. Kellogg, Esq., Rev. J. W. Brier,
Hon. D. O. Shattuck, Captain Joseph
Aram, J. T. McLean, M. D., Rev. Elihu
Anthony, Annis Merrill, Esq., Benjd.min
Plerson, M. D., Rev. M. C. Briggs, Rev.
E. Bannister, J. B. Bond, Esq., Rev. Wm.
Morrow, Mr. James Rogers, Mr. Warner
Oliver, Mr. James Corwine, Mr. Charles
Maclay, Mr. David A. Dryden, and Mr. A.
L. S. Bateman.
The third meeting of the educational
committee, the last before the actual
grant of the charter, occurred at the
home of Mr. Isaac Owen in Santa Clara,
June 24, 1851. The question of location
arising, strong representations were
made in favor of Santa Clara. Mr. Owen
was able to report valid subscriptions
to the amount of $27,500 made on condi-
tion "that said college or university is lo-
cated on a lot of 20 acres more or less
adjacent to the town of Santa Clara, in
Santa Clara County, and State of Cali-
fornia." And although Revs. Briggs and
Simonds (who were absent from the meet-
ing) had urged objections, the proposed
site was unanimously chosen by those
present.
What should be the name of the pio-
neer institution of higher learning? Af-
ter consideration of several names sug-
gested, the "California Wesleyan Uni-
versity" was agreed to; but since there
was at that time no statute authorizing
the charter of a university, the first of-
ficial title of the corporation vas "Presi-
dent and Board of Trustees of Califomi£
Wesleyan College." Thus the sub-com-
mittee on charter, consisting of Messrs.
Owen, Bannister, and Heister, through
their attorney, Hon. Annis Merrill, and
in accordance with an act of the Legis-
lature dated April 20, 1850, secured from
the Supreme Court of California the first
charter ever granted in our Common-
wealth for an educational institution of
college grade. The charter itself is dated
July 10, 1851, and signed by E. H. Sharp,
clerk of the Supreme Court of California.
The first name proved to be unsatis-
factory, and was extremely short lived.
At the first meeting of the regularly
constituted Board of Trustees, held in
Powell street Church, San Francisco.
August 15, 1851, "it was resolved that
the executive committee be authorised
to petition the^iext Legislature to alter '
the name of our Institution to that of
the University of the Pacific." As a !
response to the petition we read the fol- I
lowing statute, approved March 29, 1862: ,
"The name of the corporation Imown
as the 'California Wesleyan College,' is \
hereby changed to that of 'The Unive^
sity of the Pacific,' and by that name
shall said corporation be hereafter known
in all courts and places, and in that name
it shall do all its business and exercise
its corporate powers as fully as it could
do or exercise the same in and by its
original name."
Rev. S. D. Simonds was elected Presi-
dent and Professor Bannister Secretary
of the charter Board of Trustees. On
motion of Rev. I. Owen, it was "Resolved,
That the college shall be open to such
females as may desire to pursue a col-
lege course." This was very advanced
ground on the subject of co-education;
but it should be noted that regular in-
struction of ladies and gentlemen in the
same college classes was not actually
carried on until 1869, when the institu-
tion was about to be removed to its
present site at College Park. Meanwhile,
Professor Bannister, who had been spec-
ially sent to California to assume charge
of the educational department, opened
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early in 1851, in the town of San Jose,
"a school of higher grade than any in
existence in California at that time/' oc-
cupying for the purpose a building at
the comer of Second and San Fernando
streets, later known as the "What Cheer
House." Mrs. Bannister assisted her hus-
band, and by December, 1851, the school
numbered about fifty pupils. Professor
Edward Bannister must be regarded as
one of the principal founders of the
University of the Pacific. In all the
early councils his words carried much
weight, for he was rightly recognized
not only as a faithful minister but also
as an educator of sincere devotion and
great promise. A graduate of Wesleyan
University, and a teacher of experience
before sailing for California, his services
both as Principal, and later as President,
won repeated recognition of the most
complimentary and substantial character.
I find the following memorandum of the
opening of the first term in Santa Clara,
in Mr. Owen's report to Secretary Durbin,
dated June 14, 1852:
"University of the Pacific. — Brother
Bannister opened the primary department
on the first Monday in May. The school
has opened with more promise than was
anticipated. A small class has been or-
ganized which will graduate. They have
flfty-four students. Professor Bannister
is Principal. Sister Bannister has charge
of the female department, and Brother
Robins of the primary. A music teacher
has been engaged."
Delay in building was occasioned by
the then very common difficulty experi-
enced in obtaining a perfect title to the
land. It was not long, however, till the
Female Institute building and the col-
lege building for the male department
were completed: the estimated value of
these edifices were $5,000 and $12,000
respectively, the former being a two-story
wooden structure and the latter a three-
story brick structure. Thus the insti-
tution was divided into two associated
schools, the Male Department and the
Female Department, both under the same
Board of Trustees and yet entirely inde-
pendent of each other in government and
instruction. The Female Institute build-
ing still stands, almost adjoining the
Santa Clara M. B. Church, and is now the
President E. McCiish.
residence of Mr. H. H. Slavens, an alum-
nus of the University.
In February, 1854, the resignation of
Professor Bannister as Principal of the
Preparatory Department, was reluctantly
accepted, and Rev. M. C. Briggs was duly
elected first President of the University,
although he seems never to have fully
entered upon the duties of that office.
Associated with the President were Mr.
A. S. Gibbons, Professor of Pure and
Mixed Mathematics, and Mr. Wm. J. Ma-
clay, Professor of Latin and Greek Lan-
guages. Not long afterwards Professor
James M. Kimberlin, Greek and Modem
Languages, was added to the faculty.
Of these stanch foundation builders it
is indeed worthy of remark that Dr.
Briggs is at the present time residing at
pacific Grove; Dr. Gibbons is still in the
active ministry of California Methodism,
serving for the sixth year the charge at
Byron; and Professor Kimberlin lives In
the quiet enjojrment of his beautiful home
in Santa Clara. Dr. Maclay died at Napa
in 1879. It is an honor to any institution
to have had as its first President such
a man as Dr. M. C. Briggs. Men^ mna in
corpore sano fitted him admirably. All up
and down this fair land his stalwart form
is a familiar and precious memory; but
his mind was greater than his body, while
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the largeness of his heart is not to be
measured.
The new organization of the University
was effected and the second charter re-
ceived in 1855, In accordance with a re-
cent amendatory act of the State Legis-
lature. The second charter is dated July
9, 1855, and bears the signatures of John
Bigler, Governor; S. H. Martell, Surveyor-
General; and Paul R. Hubbs, Superinten-
dent of Public Instruction. The follow-
ing are named as Trustees: Gov. J. Bigler,
Messrs. Isaac Owen, Wm. Taylor, S. D.
Simonds, M. C. Briggs, E. Bannister, C.
Maclay, J. D. Blain, Joseph Aram, Annis
Merrill, J. T. McLean, S. S. Johnson, Asa
Vestal, B. F. Headen, Geo. S. Phillips,
Henry Gibbons, and John Buffiington.
A perusal of the official records of the
University during its first years and of
such correspondence touching its foun-
dation as may now be discovered cannot
fail to impress one with the sincere de-
votion, purposeful and far-seeing plans,
self-forgetful spirit in the midst of avar-
ice, and withal the deep solicitude for
the permanency and welfare of the insti-
tution for Christian education, that char-
acterized those most intimately connected
with the initial stages of its development,
whether as teachers, trustees, or patrons.
The regular classical course given ex-
tended over four years and was similar
to the corresponding course in the best
Eastern colleges of the time. Great stress
was laid upon Greek and Latin. The
degree of B. A. was conferred upon those
who completed the full course, while for
a number of years students not desiring
to study the ancient languages "were en-
titled to the degree of B. S. if they satis-
factorily completed all the other studies.
The course in the Female Department
extended over three years. The dip-
loma carried with it the degree of
Mistress of Science, which in effect
was only another name for the B. S.
degree. The first regular graduation
occurred in 1858, under the presidency of
Professor Gibbons, when five young men
took their baccalaureate degrees: a like
number of young ladies completed the
work of the Institute and are recognized
as alumni of the University. In all
sixty-four students were graduated be-
fore the institution was removed to its
present location in 1871. A high standard
of student morality and conduct was
maintained, a condition due in part to
the prudent vigilance of those in author-
ity and in part to the fact that the stu-
dents themselves were almost uniformly
representatives from the best homes.
We find the following in the Catalogue
for 1857-58:
'•The one rule of the Institute will be
the 'Rule of Right.' We cumber not the
memory with a variety of regulations, but
endeavor to cultivate the moral sense, as
a universal governing principle. |
"We would have the pupils habituated '
to contemplate and appreciate all their
varied relations and responsibilities to
their friends, their country and their
God."
The constant endeavor has been "to in-
culcate right moral principles, and to
cultivate the moral feelings and that
delicate regard for a good reputation
which is always a quality of a virtuous
mind."
There have been no fewer than thirteen
presidential incumbencies during the
fifty years of history if we include Pro-
fessor Bannister's administration as Prin-
cipal and Dr. Sawyer's as Acting Presi-
dent. William J. Maclay was elected
May, 1856, when in turn he was succeeded
by Rev. A. S. Gibbons in 1857. The long-
est single encumbency was that of Presi-
dent Stratton, who served for the decade
1877-87. A complete list would show
the following Presidents with their re-
spective years of service:
Edward Bannister (Principal) . . .1852-54
M. C. Briggs (First President) 1854-56
William J. Maclay 1856-57
A. S. Gibbons 1857-59
Edward Bannister (President) 1859-67
Thomas H. Sinex 1867-72
A. S. Gibbons 1872-77
C. C. Stratton 1877-87
A. C. Hirst 1887-91
Isaac Crook 1891-93
W. C. Sawyer (Acting President) . .1893-94
J. N. Beard 1894-96
Eli McClish 1896-i^. ^^
On September 22, 1858, the Board of
Trustees accepting a proposition made
by R. Beverly Cole, M. D., of San Fran-
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Cisco, adopted resolutions establishing
in San Francisco a Medical Department
of the University of the Pacific. In this
again the University of the Pacific was
us to proceed without pecuniary means to
enable us to liquidate indebtedness that
we have been compelled to incur in the
past and to meet present demands, and
we, therefore, hope that in your wisdom,
you will take measures that will afford
us relief from present pecuniary embar-
rassments/'
(Signed) J. M. KIMBERLIN.
E. BANNISTER.
June 11, 1862.
Extract from a letter of W. S. Turner,
agent, to the Board of Trustees, dated
June 4, 1862:
"Not more than half of the ministers
give me a cordial welcome to their fields;
so that I find it intolerably discouraging.
But one or two ministers of all who sub-
scribed last Conference have paid any-
thing, and those were small sums. The
cry is 'hard times!' with ministers and
people, and most I call on advise me to
postpone it till times get better. I fear I
shall not get enough between this and
Conference to meet anything like my sal-
ary and traveling expenses, to say noth-
ing of the large deficiency from the first
of the year up to this time. I would pre-
fer to drop the agency at the close of
my present trip with the consent of the
Trustees."
West Hall. Erected 1871.
Debts and divisions have perhaps been
the greatest obstacles in the pathway
which leads to the complete realization
of the wise and ample plans of the found-
ers. But these are the very obstacles
that a militant Methodism has trium-
phantly overcome under adverse circum-
stances and on all continents. In 1865
the debt of the University was about
$10,000; and in view of the serious pecun-
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iary embarrassment of the following year
the trustees voted it impossible "to con-
tinue the support of a Faculty of instruc-
tion at present," and therefore resolved
"that further instruction at the expense
of the Board in the male department,
preparatory and collegiate, be suspended
until the necessary relief can ' be ob-
tained." It is due the professors to say
that as a body they have been men of
sterling principle and self-sacrificing
character. Instances might be cited
where teachers have voluntarily donated
as high as four-fifteenths of their meager
salary to the University.
Rev. G. R. Baker, agent for the Uni-
versity, conceived the plan of purchas-
ing a tract of land on the Stockton
Rancho, lying between Santa Clara and
San Jose, which, reserving about twenty
acres for a campus, should be subdivided
and sold for the benefit of University
endowment. On motion of Mr. E. Thomas,
made March 13, 1866, the trustees pro-
ceeded to purchase the land, agreeing to
pay for the whole tract — ^about 435 acres
—approximately the sum of $72,000. The
land was surveyed in April of the same
year, subdivided into blocks and lots, and
offered for sale at an advance of one
hundred per cent on cost. The University
survey fronts on the Alameda, which is
the beautiful driveway between San Jose
and Santa Clara, and extends back to
the Guadaloupe river. The streets bound-
ing the tract on the north and south were
named Newhall and Polhemus respect-
ively, after the former owners; while
between these the parallel streets were
named after the bishops of the M. E.
Church. The removal of the University
to the new location was now earnestly
considered, and in 1868 it was recom-
mended "that the Annual Conference take
measures for the raising of funds for the
erection of suitable buildings on the new
campus." In November of that year a
subscription was started, anl the corner-
stone of West Hall was laid with appro-
priate ceremonies, September 10, 1870.
The structure was completed and fur-
nished at a cost of $30,000, and first occu-
pied in the spring of 1871.
Meanwhile a committee consisting of
Messrs. Saxe, Headen, and Baker, had
been planting trees and otherwise beau-
tifying the campus. The fruits of their
toil have been apparent in later years.
The location of the University is ideal.
The campus of eighteen acres is taste-
fully laid out in lawns, shaded walks, and
flower beds, and is easily capable under
adequate irrigation and the gardener's
art of taking rank with the most attrac-
tive college homes in any land. Quiet,
home-like, and rural, with the perfection
of California climate and an environment
of loveliness which has made the Santa
Clara Valley famous, the campus is yet
within easy access of all the cultured ad-
vantages of the progressive city of San
Jose.
A brief mention of the principal build-
ings erected since 1871 must suffice.
South Hall is the comfortable home of the
young women boarding students. One
of the largest structures is East Hall,
which is 156 feet deep by 84 feet wide,
and four stories high; it was erected
primarily for the Academy, and contains,
besides numerous recitation rooms and
laboratories, suitable accommodations
for a large number of male boarding stu-
dents. Central Hall, so named because
situated between the East and South
halls, contains the University dining
room. The newest of the group is the
Conservatory of Music building, erected
in 1890, and justly admired for its beauty
and considered a model in its appoint-
ments for students pursuing music and
art courses. The splendid auditorium
capable of seating 1000 persons has been
year after year thronged with cultured
audiences to the literary and musical
programmes there rendered. The Jacks-
Goodall Observatory has for years made
it possible to carry on practical work in
astronomical science in the regular cur-
riculum.
The opening years at College Park
were in reality one of the most critical
periods in the history of the University;
indeed, to some the end of its career
seemed at hand. At its meeting held
June 6, 1871, the Board of Trustees
adopted the following:
"Resolved, that we elect a President of
the University to conduct the Institution
for the academic year next ensuing, to
meet all of the expenses out of his own
funds, paying the taxes on building and
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Autumn Scene on the Campus.
East Hall. Academy Building.
June 5, 1878. During his administration
of ten years the zenith of prosperity and
power hitherto was reached. Regular
professorships increased from six to
ten; students from 166 to 423. Degrees
were conferred to the number of 197.
To the Collegiate, Preparatory, and Com-
mercial departments were added Art,
Music, Elocution, Education, and Law.
Professor F. L. King, now of San Jose,
should be given large credit for building
up an excellent musical department. The
success of the financial administration is
evidenced by the facts that all indebted-
ness was wiped out and three important
buildings constructed, namely: South
Hall, East Hall, and the Observatory.
This material prosperity was due in great
measure to the generosity of such patrons
as Captain Charles Goodall, Mr. David
Jacks, Mr. Justus Greeley, Mr. John Wid-
ney. Mr. James A. Clayton, Mr. E. W.
Playter, Mr. Peter Bohl, Mr. J. W. Whit-
ney, Senator Stanford, Dr. M. C. Briggs,
Mr. J. E. Richards, Judge Annis Merrill,
M. C. H. Afflerbach, and President
Stratton himself.
Dr. Stratton presented his resignation
December 8, 1886; but the trustees, being
very unwilling to lose so successful and
competent an administrator, prevailed
upon him to withdraw it by agreeing
to certain conditions submitted by him.
On March 14, 1887, however, the Presi-
dent's resignation was again in the hands
of the board, and this time it was ac-
cepted to go into effect at the close of the
academic year. Dr. A. C. Hirst was called
to be the successor of President Stratton.
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Unfortunately there arose a combi-
nation of circumstances that introduced
with alarming suddenness another criti-
cal period — a period, indeed, of a life
and death struggle. During the years
1887-90 the attendance of students in all
departments was large, the faculty was
stronger than ever before, and tokens of
prosperity were to be found on all sides.
Unhappily for the University perfect har-
mony was wanting. The crisis came in
the spring of 1891, when differences arose
on questions of student discipline which
in the end jeopardized the very existence
of the college. As an upshot of the diffi-
culty Professors T. C. George, Chas. E.
Cox, W. W. Thoburn, and D. A. Hayes,
four of the most popular teachers in
the University, tendered their resigna-
nations. The difficult situation was
rendered more grave since the Stanford
University was first opened to students
in the fall of that year, and the great
majority of the membership of the regu-
lar college classes sought honorable dis-
missal in order that they might complete
their courses at Palo Alto. In the midst of
the difficulties President Hirst himself re-
signed, and upon the trustees was thrust
the arduous task of securing a successor.
President Hirst gained recognition as
one of the most classic pulpit orators
on the Pacific Coast, and since leaving
the University ne has served some of the
most prominent Methodist churches in
San Francisco and Chicago.
The next President of the University
was Dr. Isaac Crook, a man of great abil-
ity, excellent spirit, and large experience
as an educator. He had come into a
task at once exceptionally arduous and
extremely delicate. He labored inces-
santly, but in less than two years he
deemed it his duty to resign, and thus
the future was still problematical. No
President was elected at once on the
departure of Dr. Crook, but Professor W.
C. Sawyer served during 1893-94 as Act-
ing-President. In the meantime a move-
ment to consolidate the educational inter-
ests of the California Conference of the
M. E. Church, consisting of the Univer-
sity of the Pacific and Napa College, had
been acquiring considerable momentum.
Of this movement it is necessary to
speak.
In 1870 a corporation known as Napa
Collegiate Institute had been formed,
and in the course of time there had
grown up in Napa City an excellent
school. In 1885 a re-incorporation was
effected, the name was changed to Napa
College, and the curriculum correspond-
ingly extended. There was thus presen-
ted the somewhat anomalous situation of
two colleges, separated by less than
ninety miles, offering parallel courses,
under the same general control, but gov-
erned by entirely separate and distinct
Boards of Trustees. Both institutions
were rendering a high grade of service;
but, when the affairs of the University of
the Pacific became unfavorably involved,
and when the competition of other insti-
tutions began to be more keenly felt,
the natural subject of the consolidation
of interests was broached. At its session
in September, 1892, the Conference of
the Church took steps toward unifying
the two colleges. Other steps were taken
very cautiously, and in September, 1894,
the consolidation was virtually comple-
ted. The final and complete unification,
however, was signalized by vote of the
trustees, January, 1896, a statement con-
cerning which is found in the Catalogue
for 1895-1896.
"At a meeting of the Board of Trust-
ees in January, 1896, it was decided to
discontinue the work of Napa College per-
manently at the end of the current aca-
demic year, and to concentrate all the
forces of the University at College Park.
Accordingly, while this issue of the An-
nual Catalogue includes the statistics
of both Napa College and San Jose Col-
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lege, for the scholastic year beginning
iu August, 1895, and ending in May, 1896,
the announcements for the ensuing year
pertain wholly to the University of the
Pacific, as thus reconstituted by the ac-
tion of the trustees, the several depart-
ments of the University being located,
without exception, at College Park, Cali-
fornia."
The patrons of Napa College, together
with its alumni and entire student body,
deeply regretted the necessity of discon-
tinuing work there, and one still hears
sincere expressions of the deep sense
of loss sustained by the citizens of Napa.
Dr. J. N. Beard, who had served with
conspicuous ability as President of Napa
College since 1887, was elected first Presi-
dent of the consolidated University of the
Pacific. Associated with him was the
late Dr. F. F. Jewell (as Chancellor)
whose efforts in behalf of unification had
proved most effective. President Beard
is a natural educator, possessing marked
executive ability, a teacher and preacher
of commanding personality, an indefati-
grable student, a man of rigidly moral
principle and profound conviction. It is
believed that he entertained for the Uni-
versity certain far-reaching plans not
wholly in accord with the wishes of the
trustees. During the process of consoli-
dation it was thought by many that the
central University should be located in
San Francisco; but the local sentiment
at San Jose proved too strong. The work
of unification having been accomplished.
Dr. Beard sought release from active
service and sailed for an extended Euro-
pean trip early in 1896, leaving the ad-
ministrative work In charge of Vice-Presi-
dent M. S. Cross. Returning to Califor-
nia, Dr. Beard re-entered the pastorate,
and has since been serving most accept-
ably Grace M. E. Church, San Francisco.
Curiously enough, the former pastor of
Grace Church succeeded Dr. Beard as
President of the University. Rev. Eli
McClish, D. D., had been offered the
Presidency in 1891, but having recently
come to the Coast he deemed it unwise
to accept. In 1896, however, after the
consolidation with Napa College, he was
induced to accept. President McClish
is one of the most popular men in the
California Conference. He is much sought
after as lecturer and preacher, and is at
Rockwell D. Hunt, Professor of History
and Political Science.
present supplying Dr. E. R. Dille's large
Oakland church.
Through the strenuous efforts of Dr.
McClish as President, Dr. H. B. Heacock
as Financial Agent, and Mr. Jere Leiter
as Treasurer, assisted by a host of friends
and patrons, the burdensome debt of $60,-
000 has been fully provided for. While
large numbers of generous-spirited
friends have rendered valuable assist-
ance in this heroic work, the liquidation
of the indebtedness has been made possi-
ble largely through the special efforts
and gifts of the Ladies' Conservatory As-
sociation, and such men as Mr. O. A.
Hale, chairman of the Citizens' Commit-
tee of San Jose, Bishop J. W. Hamilton,
Judge J. R. Lewis, Rev. A. M. Bailey,
and Messrs. T. C. MacChesney, J. H.
Brush, J. O. Hestwood, George D. Kellogg,
J. F. Forderer, J. Sheppard, C. H. Holt,
Th. Kirk, A. Benedict, and John Crothers.
Professors are selected with great care.
In addition to the usual equipment of
advanced and specialized training and
successful experience, moral fitness and
helpfulness as a companion of youth are
deemed prime qualifications. The Uni-
versity of the Pacific has enjoyed par-
ticular distinction in the field and work
of literary and debating societies. Hun-
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life testify to the great value of this
feature of college life and training. There
are now in the University six such socie-
ties of long and honorable standing, 4 for
gentlemen, and 2 for ladies, which furnish
excellent opportunity for parliamentary
and forensic practice. Archania is the
oldest college literary society in Califor-
nia, being organized in 1854. For many
years the college Y. M. C. A. and Y. W.
C. A. have maintained strong organiza-
tematic Christian work at the University.
Their steady influence has been a potent
factor for the moral and religious uplift
of the institution. The alumni number
upwards of 500, and include many who
have attained distinction in the honorable
professions. Rev. A. J. Hanson, 73, also
a trustee, has for several years served as
President of the Association with marked
ability. The alumni will have a prom-
inent place in the Semi-Centennial Cele-
bration occurring this month.
The University of the Pacific is distinct-
ively a Christian college, but not a narrow
or sectarian or illiberal institution. It
recognizes the religious factor in human
life and seeks to make the whole man the
object of culture. As integrity and virtue
possess higher worth than mere knowl-
edge, so "genuine education is that which
trains to godliness and virtue, to truth-
Mr. O. A. Hale.
H. B. Heacock, D. D., Financial Agent of
University of the Pacific.
fulness and the love of spiritual beauty."
The feeling tnat there is no room In Cal-
ifornia for a Christian college appears to
be waning; ripest present-day scholar-
ship seems to be re-discerning the trath
uttered long ago by Guizot that "in order
to make education truly good and socially
useful, it must be fundamentally relig-
ious." A recent writer puts the case
thus strongly: "Perhaps the falsest value
is that which we set on mere book learn-
ing. Without religion it only qualifies
the thief to be more expert in his thiev-
ing. If it is not assimilated into a man's
life, and made a part of his every-day
work, it becomes a deadly alien weight
on both." It is no disparagement to the
brilliant work of our great universities,
which are such a spur to all smaller in-
stitutions, to suggest that from their
inherent nature they allow certain ten-
dencies which need the persistently cor-
rective, restraining, softening infiuences
of the Christian college.
The Golden Jubilee finds "Old U. P."
upon a vantage ground of enlarged out-
look which brings within easier reach an
adequate realization of the hopes and
prayers of those far-seeing pioneers who
laid so well the foundations of Christian
civilization half a century ago In this
new empire.
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ONE of the most practical and most
promising ideas that have been presented
to the consideration
of the public in a
A Novel and long time is embod-
Promising Idea, led in a proposition
to establish a float-
ing exposition to car-
ry samples of American merchandise on
shipboard around the world, and place
them on exhibition at every port worth
called at. The idea comes from a Mr.
O. P. Austin, chief of the United States
Bureau of Statistics. The proposition
in one which has, as it should, attracted
the immediate and favorable attention
of business iflen throughout the Pacific
States. There is, it is to be observed,
no country in the world which has so
much to gain by generously advertising
its resources and products as the United
States; and no section of our country is
more interested in the matter than that
which lies on the western side of the
Great Divide. We have a vast territory
which nature has generously endowed,
and to make that endowment a thing of
value all that is now needed is an ex-
panding market — a growing demand for
our wares. In the securement of this,
the proposed exposition appears to be
both utilitarian and unique. Exhibitions
of the products of industrial development,
whether in the form of the old-time fair
or the more modern and more elaborate
exposition, have always proven them-
selves to be of marked benefit to trade.
But the influence of these methods of
aiding commerce are limited by their ca-
pacity to attract visitors to their doors
as well as by the ability of the curious to
spare the money and the time lequired
in order to view them. These methods
of attracting attention have also been
reinforced by the efforts of travelling
salesmen who represented single estab-
lishments, by commercial missions which
gathered information regarding the wants
of distant markets but were unable to
show the people whose trade was sought
examplars of the goods, and by com-
mercial museums which appealed to the
abstract and academic side of life rather
than to the concrete and bustling factors
which surge around and give vitality to
commercial exchanges and boards of
trade. Now it is claimed by Mr. Austin,
and the claim seems to be founded on
reason, that the most valuable features
in all these aids to commerce can be
combined in the floating exposition —
which will bring the buyer and seller
into personal contact, with elaborate
samples of the goods at hand for Inspec-
-tion and discussion, at the former's door-
step, and, at the same time give the seller
or his agents an opportunity to study
the market conditions, possibilities and
prospects at close range. An exposition of
this sort would call for the employment of
a fleet consisting of several ships. If it
made a tour of the world it would create
a sensation at every port it called at.
In addition to awakening the commercial
element to the possibilities of profitable
trade that we are offering, it would make
our country known to the peoples of the
globe to an extent and in a way that it
never has been known before. The main
exposition should, of course, be a national
affair, but there is no reason why it
should not be accompanied by additional
ships containing special exhibits from
such States as think they have something
especially worth exhibiting. There is
no reason, for instance, why California
and Washington and Oregon should not
each be represented in this exposition
fleet by ships bearing special exhibits
of their wines, their fruits, their cereals,
their woods, their minerals, and, in short,
all that makes them rich. And these
ships and the staffs of ofilcials by which
they should be accompanied would serve
a double purpose. The States of the
Pacific Coast are only sparsely settled
and developed. They can carry popula-
tions of twenty-five times their present
number without being overcrowded or
even filled up; and they are all seeking
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to attract dealrable immigration— they
are all eadeavorins to call the attention
o( the homeseeker and the investor to
their resonrces. Special exposition ships
accompanying the fleet of a national float-
big exposition would be a better immi-
gration agency than anything that has
yet been tried. This would be addi-
tloiial and subsidiary to their function
u a mercantile influence. And the cost,
comparatively speaking, would not be
great Fifty thousand dollars should
keep a special State exposition ship
afloat for a year. A few million of dol-
lars would keep a national exposition
fleet on the ocean for a long time. These
millions would be as bread cast upon the
waters, and would return after many days.
THB practical nullification of the Fif-
teenth Amendment to the Constitution of
the United States by a
number of the Southern
A Problenfi States, within the past
of Races. year or so, serves to
bring up for discussion
the whole question of
the negro's status, both political and so-
cial, in the United States — and to bring
it Qp under conditions of calmness and
fhimess of mind which did not exist, and
were Impossible of creation, at the time
the Fifteenth Amendment was adopted.
It may be remarked at the outset that the
adoption of that amendment at the time
it was forced into the organic law was
a mistake from a political as well as from
a aoclological standpoint. It was an at-
tempt to regulate and establish, by an
arbitrmry enactment of municipal law and
in a hurry, social and political conditions
that in the very nature of things prudent
men would have allowed to regulate them-
selves through tne softening influence of
time. But prudence was not a character-
istic of the reconstruction era — ^an era
of force and prejudice through which
reverberated the sharp crack of musketry
and the dull boom of cannon from the
near-by battle-flelds of the civil war.
That its schemes have failed, and that
the status of the negro is worse instead
of better than it was when the surrender
of General Lee at Appomatox developed
his freedom from the tentative stage into
an absolute and unchangeable fact, can
surprise no thoughtful student of history.
That which, if left to itself some thirty-
five years ago, would probably have work-
ed out by natural processes of evolution
a plan for its own adjustment and regula-
tion threatens to become a chronic prob-
lem that defies solution. It is an admitted
fact that the South would divide upon
modern questions of public policy if it
were not for the race question; it is an
admitted fact that the South is solidly
democratic for no other or better reason
than that the Republican party is by
tradition opposed to the attitude of the
white people of the South on the race
question; it is a fact that in the South
the race question dominates and dwarfs
all other considerations. But how long
is this condition to continue? It does
not seem possible than any community
can thrive or develop one-half of its pos-
sibilities when a large proportion of the
population upon which it relies for energy
and vitality is under a ban that robs life
of the sweetness of ambition and hope.
Such a situation as that is possible only
in connection with the existence of sla-
very. But it is to be noted in this rela-
tion that, although the population of the
United States Is made up of a curious
jumble of all nationalities, racial difficul-
ties are more accentuated among us than
among any other people in the world.
In the British West Indies the negroes
were once bondsmen and are now free,
but there is no such conflict between
them and the white people of the islands
as exists in our Southern States. Another
fact that should be observed in this con-
nection is that our institutions of Gov-
ernment, though they are supposed to
be the most liberal and most plastic of
any in the world, seem to utterly fail of
their purpose when brought into contact
with racial peculiarities. The San Fran-
cisco authorities have never been able
to properly govern or discipline their
Chinatown. Yet the British in Hongkong
and in India flnd little difficulty in govern-
ing and controlling and preserving good
order among the teeming Asiatic popula-
tion with which they are brought into
contact. There is something beneath all
this that is worthy of study. Perhaps an
explanation of it might be worked out
of the suggestion that the American mind
needs to cultivate a spirit of tolerance.
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Tolstoi succinctly, if
somewhat dogmatically.
An Epic of says: "The art of our
Wheat. time can be and is of
two kinds — 1, art trans-
mitting feelings flowing
from a religious perception of man's po-
sition in the world in relation to Qod
and to his neighbor — religious art In the
limited meaning of the term; and 2, art
transmitting the simplest feelings of com-
mon life, but such, always as are accessi-
ble to all men in the whole world — ^the art
of common life — the art of a people — uni-
VenRl a.rtr R Is to this latter standard
tha't Mr. Frank Norris' latest book, "The
Octopus," conforms. It Involves a great
idea. It carries the Yltan-llke shadow of
human outlines such as moves In the
works of the great Frenchmen, Zola or
Hugo, or in Millet's peasant pictures,
smacking of the life of the soil. It treats
of those qualities of human nature which
are not erclusive .properties of one class,
but are common alike to the nature of
the club man and the laborer. Following
after the Zolaesque trlology Idea, "The
Octopus" is only the flrst of a projected
series of novels forming together "The
Epic of the Wheat." They are not to con-
flict with one another, the flrst involving
a story of the production of wheat, the
second, "The Pit," a story of Chicago, will
relate to the distribution, and the third,
"The Wolf: A Story of Europe," to the
consumption of American wheat. The
encircling plot in the book is "The Octo-
pus"— the "Paclflc and Southwestern
Railroad"— -the "Road" of which Shelgrin.
its President, says, sitting in his city
office: "Control the road! Can I stop it?
I can go Into bankruptcy if you like.
But otherwise If I run my road as a
business proposition, I can do nothing. I
can not control It. It is a force bom out
of certain conditions, and I — no man— -can
stop it or control It. Can your rancher
stop the wheat growing? He can bum
his crop, or he can give it away, or sell It
for a cent a bushel — ^Just as I could go
into bankmptcy — ^but otherwise his
Wheat must grow. Can anyone stop the
Wheat? Well, then, no more can I stop
the Road." Ground under the merciless
heel of this force, Mr. Norris* characters
live life as we alljcnow it — love simply
and strongly, carry on the ceaseless,
world-old struggle ot the male for main-
tenance of the family, flght, weep, sin,
die, hate. The medium of observation
|n the novel is the eye of one Presley,
an Eastern college graduate, who had
an insatiable ambition to write a poem
of "the West, that world's frontier of Ro-
mance, where a new race, a new people —
hardy, brave and passionate — were VUild-
ing an empire; where the tumultnons
life ran like flre from dawn to dark, and
from dark to dawn again, primitive, bru-
tal, honest, and without fear." Bnt his
enjoyment of the vast beauty of the grain
flelds is continually broken into and
roughly Jarred by the thunder of the
hideous locomotives hurtling their domi-
nating way across the ranchmen's acres.
"He searched for the True Romance, and
in the end, found grain rates and unjust
freight tariffs." Here is what the author
also found, but to him they spelled the
poetry of realism.
Two sub-plots hold our interest: the
delicate love idyll of Vanamee anfl^An-
gtte Varian, touching upon phaaea. ot the
most modem psychological Jhonght, the
shadowy world of the mind, and the
wholesome romance, fresh, simple, ji^rong.
natural, between "Buck" Annister and
Hllma Tree. He is an aggreaslT^j
masculine, youthful, obstinate, healthy
animal, reclaimed througfi his love for
her beauty, purity, and good sense. In
Hllma, Mr. Norris shows again how well
he can portray a beautiful woman. In
this he is easily the peer of Kipling. In
fact, we doubt if that great writer of
short stories will ever write a novel
which in the handling of complex forces
in modem life^ creation of character, or
realism, will equal "The Octopus."
• Shelgrlm, the President of the Rond.
playing the part of spider in his den In
the midst of the system he has created.
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though remarkable appears only in a very
small portion of the story: which is for
the most part placed in a region of
"ranches, of which the largest is called
Loo Muestos, down in the San Joaquin
Valley, not more than a day away from
San Francisco. The life on the ranches
until consumed by the Octopus, is of an
eaay-going, out-door, good-natured sort.
Annlster lies in a hammock on his porch
eating prunes and reading David Copper-
field; he marries the daughter of his
dairy keeper; the big dance he gives in
his great bam is a tremendous rollicking
affair, interrupted by the entrance of a
farm-hand on horseback, who fights a
duel, there and then, with the proprietor,
and which is enlivened by a punch so
strong as to be popularly dubbed "the fei^
UUser.** "But Presley." Mrs. Derrick mui^
mured when he explained to her his
"Song of the West," whose truth, sav-
agery, nobility, heroism, and obscenity
bait revolted her, "that is not literature."
"No," he had cried between his teeth,
"no, thank God, it is not." But it is life,
we add. There is life in the personality
of Hilma Tree, from which "there was
disengaged a vibrant note of gaiety, of
exuberant animal life, sane, honest,
strong." There is life in the unscrupu-
looB, ambitious, fashionably garbed figure
<^ Lyman Derrick, the young San Fran-
cisco lawyer. "His office was on the tenth
floor of the Exchange Building ^ ^ ^ be-
low him the city swarmed ^ ^ ^ around
Lotta's fountain the baskets of the flower
sellers * * * set a brisk note of color
• « • But to Lyman's notion the general
Impression of this center ol the city's life
was not one of strenuous business activ-
ity. It was a continuous interest in small
things, a people ever willing to be amused
at trifles, refusing to consider small mat-
ten— good naltured, allowing themselves
to be imposed upon, taking life easily —
l^nerous, companionable, enthusiastic;
living, as it were, from day to day, in
a place where the luxuries of life were
had without eflPort; in a city that ofTered
to oonilderation the restlessness of a New
York, without its earnestness; the seren-
ity of a Naples without its languor; the
romance of a Seville, without its pictur-
ssqneness." And here live the famUies
of the unregenerate rich, dining in lux-
ury, while unfortunates starve on the
streets — of the book: The situations as
depicted in Mr. Norris' virile, trenchant,
galvanised phrase, is well worth serious
attention. Whether or not one agrees
with Presley's conclusion that "men were
naught, death was naught, life was
naught; Force only existed — Force that
brought men into the world. Force that
crowded them out of it to make way for
the succeeding generation. Force that
made the wheat grow. Force that garner-
ed it from the soil to give place to the
succeeding crop."
("The Octopus," by Frank Norris. The
Doubleday Page Co., New York.)
"THE HeriUge of Unrest," which Miss
Gwendolen Overton uses as a title to her
first long novel, seems
to be the savagery
Her First Big which still lives in the
Work. educated and suppos-
edly civilised hearts of
her hero and heroine.
Felipa Cabot, the daughter of a Muscalero
squaw and a drunken private, and Charles
Morely Caimess, bom in Sydney, (when
Sydney was a convict settlement), of
roving English olood, meeting in the wild
Arisona country, love at first sight, yet
strangely enough hold their passion in
leash through ten civilised years. In the
book, the natural reason for this conti-
nence seems to lie in the characteristics
of gratitude and faithfulness, which Fe-
lipa has inherited from her Indian mother.
She is married to Captain Landor, U. S.
A., who has been her guardian before he
becomes her husband. And in- this man's
personality we get at the bone and sinew
of the story. He is a complete, well-
drawn character, simply presented — ^the
figure of an American army officer, whose
stem, modest devotion to duty is his
watch-word. From the first pages to the
chapter Which tells the story of his self-
sacrificing death, our main interest is
with the short-spoken cavalry Captain;
whether he is at the head of his troop
on a raid after hostile Indians, enduring
the hardships of marches through a
parched, ragged country, or routed out
of bed at night to quell a disturbance, in
the army post, his is the voice of author-
ity, and when his baldly simple soldier's
burial has taken place, we feel the curtain
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is down and the UghU oiit. The lew chap-
ters which foliow seem to have lost their
savor. However, the author herself ap-
pears to have conceived a less convincing
admiration of the cow-boy Englishman,
who has become an Indian scout. We
cannot sympathize with these thoughts
of Felipa after Landor's ueath: **8he
stood by the mound for a little while
thinking of him, of how well he had
lived and died, true to his standard of
duty, absolutely true, but lacking after
all that spirit of love without which onr
actions profit so little, and die with ouf
death. It came to her that Charles Cair-
ness's life, wandering, aimless, disjointed,
as it was, and her own, though It fell
tar below even her own not impossibly
high ideals, were to more purpose, had
in them more of the vital force of crea-
tion, were less wasted than his had been.
To have known no enthusiasms — which
are but love in one form or another — ^Is
to have fkiled to give that Impulse to the
course of events which every man born
into the world should hold himself bound
to give, as the human debt to the etei^
nal." This is too bad. Miss Overton! To
have created such a man and not to recog-
nise him! Is there no enthusiasm ex-
pressed in devotion to duty, or giving
one's life for another? The character
of the educated half-breed with her re-
markable strength and courage, her faith-
fulness, and animal cruelty, is also drawn
with a firm touch. The Indian question,
involving the Apache uprisings of the
early eighties, is treated with a realism,
quite refreshing, after the needless sen-
timentality often wasted upon "Lo, the
poor Indian." Miss Overton has gleaned
her knowledge from Indian fighters at
first hand, or from her own opportunities
of observation at army posts, and while
doing Lo full Justice, does not weep over
him when he is crucified for his crimes.
There Is a danger In the insularity of
opinion at a small army post which shows
itself in the almost snobbish contempt
with which she draws all mere white men,
who are not "Of the army" — and also
in the Inartistic bitterness with which
she refers to the Government at Wash-
ington, politicians, and other mundane
powers, who threaten to take advice
from other sources than "The Army." We
are tempted to believe tliat the cormpt-
ness of Indian agents at large is Mme-
what overdrawn, the general meaaliness
of the Arisonian, a trifle colored by Bast-
ern prejudice, and Felipa entirely too
nice for a squaw. But we believe In
LAndor — who "would have been sufllclent-
ly content could he have been let alone —
the one plea of the body military from
all Ume."
Local color is a vague term, and yet
it sells more books— to publishers than
any other one thing in this country.
Throw in a few palm trees, cow-boys,
burros, and bandanas In yonr Western
verses, and it counts for more In the mar-
ket than musical rhythms or a beautiful
thought. Western writers are urged by
implication to keep to their Indians and
oUas, and adobes, even if they feel a
vagrant interest in some settler wlio
"lives quite like other people," or some
plot which doesn't involve a stock-ranch.
This is probably because we are still
linked to the Bast by the tourist, stream,
and "something new," is always the cry
equally to publishers or to gum-peddlen.
However, the result has been a good
deal of poor work avldiously read be-
cause it contained a few Mexican words.
But now and chen a writer known hia
Western country so well that it would
be rank heresy to translate his tale into
any other terms. And the local color
of "The Heritage of Unrest" fits It like
a glove. Gila Valley mosquitoes sing In
its pages, papooses bawl, "coyotes fill the
night with their weird bark," It Is over
hot — ^but'this is not local color shOTel^d
In, but Arisona herself, that desert coun-
try which gets into the blood so that '
one cannot wander tar from it, and must
return again to ride over the dreary
mesquite hills, and sink Into the stultify-
ing dream of an Indian life. That Is what
happens to Caimess and Felipa after Lan-
der's death. They live on a ranch in the
wilds, at a distance from their kind. In a
house furnished with an almost Oriental
appeal to the lif^ of the senses. And
after two years nave passed Felipa grows
back more and more into the Indian, be-
ing idle. lasy. dreamy, slatternly, liking
to see the bulls fight, and to rove In the
warm moonlight. But Galmess, being
more Anglo-Saxon, is aroused now and
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then from the lethargy into which his
surroundings are drawing him, and knows
the desire again for the company of his
own sort But just as the possibility
of another tragic situation in this fact
awakens our expectation, the author with
a Arm hand sends Felipa out to die, in
the act of averting danger from her hus-
band. The curtain is rung down Just in
time. We are left both with a last pic-
ture of the Arizona roadway in our minds,
and a desire to forgive Felipa, her In-
dian pleasure in a tortured kitten, as
long as we have been allowed to witness
her in an act quite as characteristically
Indian — ^an act of utter devotion.
(•The Heritage of Unrest," by Gwendo-
lyn Overton. The Macmillan Co., Pub-
lishers, New York.)
POOR Arizona has been blamed with
some terrible things, but, I take it, "The
New Don Quixote" i^ a
bit too strong for even
Arizona Not the land of drought and
To Blame, the Gila monster. Many
novels have been melo-
dramatlzed, but it is
scarcely straining a point to say that
"The New Don Quixote" is a melodrama
novelized — and with not over interesting
lines for the actors. To support which,
witness the following:
Dangerfield (I did not catcl^ his first
name) is a dark-browed villain with a
guilty love for a timid Mexican girl, who
adores him. In the first chapter (scene,
shall I call it?) he plays profusely to the
gallery and precipitates a bloody knife-
to-knife duel with a Jealous Mexicano.
Vane, the hlgh-souled hero, nobly inter-
cedes and bandies insults with the villain
ad lib. Dangerfield, who is English, and
an aristocrat, taunts Vane of his common
birth, and that gentleman gets revenge
by waiting two or three chapters before
falling conveniently heir to an English
earldom. Scenery is then shifted to
noble English castles, where the hero,
proud in his new title, continues to foil
the villain and to win the hand of the
lovely Lady Edith Grandcourt, as every
self-respecting melodrama hero should
do. There are dark pasts galore and "la-
dies and gentlemen" are all carefully
paired off, and are properly married in
the last act, for aught I know (I did not
have the patience to sit out the play).
Mary Pacheco, the authoress, has evi-
dently been reading "The Duchess."
("The New Don Quixote," by Mary
Pacheco. The Abbey Press, Publishers,
New York.)
WilUam Neidig,
already known
A Poem of Religion for his prose,
and Art. has issued in
pamphlet form,
a piece of care-
ful verse entitled "The First Wardens."
The poem deals with a legendary band
of religionists, who held the cavern of
Christ's sepulchre till the basilica of Ck>n-
stantine was raised over the spot. The
poem, I repeat, is "careful," because it
shows evidence of polishing in every line.
Although the work of an unseasoned poet
it is not amateurish except when the au-
thor falls into such bookish tricks of
alliteration as "soul, sense, and mind;
faith hath such sure surcease". The ques-
tion raised by the author is the old one of
the art-thought as opposed to the god-
thought— the beautiful work of Constan-
tine standing over the unlovely spot
where the religionists had prayed away
their tranquil lives. The verse as a whole
is sound and chaste, not always inspired,
but wholly scholarly. It is an effort of
the brain rather than of the heart, but
an effort well worth going into print —
if only as a forerunner.
("The First Wardens," by William Nei-
dig, Stanford University Press.)
HENRY WOOD, who has made some
not inconsiderable additions to serious
literature in his
"Studies in the
Economics and Thought World"
Sociology. and "Ideal Sugges-
tions," which have
borne the test of
several editions, has given us "The Politi-
cal Science of Humanism," as his latest
work. The book cannot be termed en-
tirely new, since it is, in a manner, a
compilation and revision from his well-
known treatise entitled "The Political
Economy of Natural Law." The present
work, like those which have gone before,
is replete with the author's sound con-
servatiem, courage and entertaining origi-
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such weighty subjects as labor, capital,
values and returns, does so in a purely
intellectual light — in a modem light — so
that we read his words not as facts alone
but as the philosophy of facts. With the
eyer-current topic of Trusts he deals
candidly but entirely without the cant
which is wont to be enwrapped about
that fayorite campaign subject. In
speaking of competition he says:
"Perhaps the most extreme instance of
successful competition may be found in
that great organization, the Standard Oil
Company. By its rare combination of
skill, capital and executive ability, it
has driven a hundred, more or less, com-
peting companies out of the business of
refining petroleum. These non-compe-
tents sufter — ^though as a rule they have
sold their plants to their gigantic competi-
tor at good prices — but, as a consequence,
sixty million of people get better and
cheaper light."
The book discusses both sides conser-
vatively.
("The Political Economy of Human-
ism," by Henry Wood. Lee & Shepard,
Publishers, Boston.)
"A woman to become a trained nurse
should have exceptional qualifications.
She must be strong mentally, morally,
and physically; she must go through
practical work; she must have infinite
tact, which is another word for cultured
common sense. She should be one of the
women of the Queen's Garden in Ruskin's
"Sesame and Lilies," or such an one as
Olive Schrelner describes." Isabel Hamp-
ton Robb, the author of "Nursing Ethics"
above quoted has written therein a great
deal that is good for the professional
nurse to know; and she has written it
from the standpoint of a professional,
for there is probably no trained nurse
living who has had more active or re-
sponsible practice than has the author.
The book is of value in the capacity of a
text book, teaching ethics in its literal
sense — its application as to right and
wrong. The author holds that no trained
nurse can hope for success in her work
unless she appreciates the power she
holds for good, the responsibility of her
every act; and this sense of responsibil-
ity, she furthermore holds, is all too un-
oonmion in the profession. The book
is divided Into eleven chapters and an
introduction dealing respectively with:
Nursing as a Profession; Qualifications;
The Probationer; The Junior Nurse;
Health; Uniform; Night Duty; The Sen-
ior Nurse; The Head Nurse; The Gradu-
ate Nurse; and The Care of the Patient
("Nursing Ethics," by Isabel Hampton
Robb. J. B. Savage, Publisher, Cleveland.
Ohio.)
Wallace E. Nevill has printed a pam-
phlet which he calls "The Science of So-
ciology," and in which he quotes a little
of everybody from Horace and Archi-
medes to Ella Wheeler Wllcor and David
Starr Jordan, to prove that democracy
is unsatisfactory, and that the average
citizen is unable to govern himself. Some
of the author's points are well taken, but
the work as a whole Is ill-balanced and
verbose. The book is printed in a kind
of typographical "rag time" (slang is par-
donable here) wherein every third sen-
tence is double leaded and furnished with
one or more exclamation points. The
work shows a considerable range of read-
ing, and is worth looking over for the
sake of argument; but taken as literature
it is unconvlncingly ambitious.
("The Science of Sociology," by Wal-
lace E. Nevill. Walter N. Brunt, Printer.
San Francisco.)
"Nazareth or Tarsus?" is on the face
of it a book written with a purpose, but
whether that purpose is a sufficient one
in the eye of rationalism is a debatable
question. Like books of its kind the
one at hand is written in a semi-fictional
form; just enough of a story to act as
a peg whereon the author may hang a
great weight of disputation. To the cen-
tral figure comes the theological ques-
tion: "Shall I follow the simple teach-
ings of Christ or the more complex or-
thodoxy of his apostle Paul?" Tue man's
soul is much torn by subsequent ques-
tionings which (the author seems to for-
get) have been all written and reasoned
out by established churches of our day.
("Nazareth or Tarsus?" The J. S. Ogil-
vie Company. Publishers, New York.)
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June, 1 90 1
No. 6
THE TRAIL IN THE REDWOODS
BY W. G. BONNER.
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DRIPPING fog enveloped us, as we
rode down Into the little valley, ob-
scuring even the near-by foliage.
Here and there a rabbit wobbled across
the dusty road, disappearing among the
ferns and bushes only to be seen again
at the next turn — like the magician's
toy; now you see it, now you don't. The
bluejay's rasping alarm-note was heard
on every hand, and occasional bevies of
quail were surprised at their morning
dust-bath. This was about the market
hour in bird land, and every feathered
thing seemed to be discussing the mar-
ket's condition — ^whether because of a
scanty or an over supply is still matter
for conjecture. We could see nothing;
and even the bird voices seemed feeble
and far away, so muffled was everything
by the dense, grey, bush-entangled cloud.
The road had been cut by the lumbermen
long ago. It followed the natural grades,
and led ever deeper and deeper into the
redwoods. Here and there side-roads
led off to — anywhere; and one must
know, mainly by instinct, which one to
follow. This instinct is the salient faculty
of the woodsman and guide. Without it
no man is qualified to be at large in this
vast California woodland. Some men
not so endowed do go into and escape
from the mazes of this wilderness; but
this is mainly chance. When your com-
panion is by profession both guide and
woodsman you are in the best of good
luck. He not only knows "where he is
at," but he is also good company — hunter,
hustler, story-teller (in a wide sense),
and, withal, a close sympathizer with na-
ture in most of her moods.
On this particular morning John had
been astir at four o'clock. Horses must
be fed as well as men. Provision must
also be made for two or three days' ab-
sence. This meant breadbaking and
packing, as well as arranging comforts
for the stay-at-homes — ^the housekeeper
and the poultry. The housekeeper was
Ben, the big faithful dog, whose chief
duty would be to guard the place in our
absence from hawks and other tramps.
We had left him at the gate, not a wag
of his tail to indicate approval of the
arrangement. An hour's ride had brought
us to the end of the road; at least, to
the end of that branch of it which we
had followed, and to the first crossing of
the stream. The fog was thinning per-
ceptibly; occasional short vistas opened
into the timber. Everywhere about us
were evidences of the warfare that had
been waged against the sylvan giants.
Here was the "landing," to which the
great logs had been hauled from the
hillsides, and from which they had been
rolled into the little stream to await the
winter freshets which had floated them
to tide-water in times past. Of course
this had been before the day of railroad
and bull-donkey logging — days when the
six-yoke ox team, the artistically profane
bull-puncher, and the nimble raftsman
had made logging a picturesque, if labor-
ious, occupation. The half-bare hillsides
and bleaching stumps testified to the
work of the destroyers. The occasional
stranded log, half buried in sand and
gravel, or concealed by the driftwood and
brambles which had found lodgment at
its sides; the great prostrate tree-trunks
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''it was not a serviceable highway/'
shattered by their own weight when fall-
ing; the small trees crushed or splintered
by the irresistible sweep of some mon-
arch in his earthward career — these told
of the profit and loss account in the mill
company's ledger. But the woods are
deserted now; the lumberman has trans-
ferred his destructive efforts to some
more accessible point in the forest. No
sound is heard but the ripple of the
waters, the whirr of wings, and the
songs and chirping of birds.
From this point down the little val-
ley all the choice timber had long ago
been turned into American dollars
and English pounds sterling. We had
passed through only thickets of alder
and soft maple, and Jungles of fern and
berry bushes — the aftercrop of the de-
nuded forest land. Before us was the
virgin forest.
"Surely the fog is clearing away — lift-
ing or dissipating under the influence of
the rising sun," I ventured to say, partly
as a spoken thought, partly as a query.
"The trees is drinkin' it," shouts John,
from his place at the head of the caravan,
as his horse splashed through the water.
"That's whut they live on mostly. When
they git done oreakfast you'll get warm
enough ! "
And so it turned out. It had been a
chilly, not to say damp, ride on that June
morning, though not an unpleasant one.
But now, as the trail brought us by steep
and frequent pitches to higher ground,
the air became warmer and the i/rospect
much more cheering. ' Presently a halt
was made, ostensibly to "breathe" the
horses, but we embraced the opportunity
to lash our coats to the saddles. We had
climbed perhaps a hundred and fifty
feet, by zigzags and turnings, and now
stood upon a projecting shoulder of the
hills (the Coast Range), overlooking two
branches of the stream we had lately
crossed. Below, on either side, were
broad-leaved maples, with their pictur-
esque— almost burlesque — angularity of
trunk and limb. They belong to the
stream; but some of them had wandered
away up the steep hillsides, to which they
seemed to be clinging with their long,
spreading arms. Not a straight one was
discernible, and not one with a body
worth mentioning. "The bodies is mostly
limbs," as the guide expressed it. Fancy
suggested a likeness to the devil fish
of the sea. The tree drops an arm here
and there to the ground, takes root, and
sends up a new growth, thus feeding
wherever its tentacles are rn contact with
the rich soil. Over these swaying and
prostrate arms, as over the stunted body,
a yellowish-green moss finds growth, and
from the moss a generous garden of
mountain pink and Indian licorice, the
waving, fern-like leaves lending grace
and beauty to the quaint awkwardness of
the tree. There is a prodigious growth
of plant life everywhere. Indeed, be-
wilderment sets in when one stops to
consider the vast variety of form and
color and kind which Nature has pro-
vided. Ferns and brakes higher than
one's head, with brambles and bushes and
grasses and flowers interwoven among
the rocks and logs and upturned roots
as only Nature can arrange them — an
interminable variety; yet tK^r^/ * i?^ no
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effect of crowding. To the eye, all is per-
fect harmony of grouping and of color;
just the right patches of sunshine; just
the cool, twilight shadows one longs to
explore, reaching away and away, ever
more beautiful, like one's memory of
childhood. The maple and alder and
dogwood and pigeonberry occasionally
wander into this mountain forest with the
oak and the spruce; the pine and fir and
yew and manzanita and many more be-
long to the hillsides. But the eye or the
memory is not impressed by any of these.
What is seen and carried away by one's
consciousness is the superlative grandeur
of the redwoods. There is no room in the
mental storehouse for the accessories —
they are seen only as the background of a
beautiful picture is seen. True, if one
goes many times to the forest the details,
too, may become familiar; but then one
has a picture, or the memory of a picture,
which is too vast, too intricate, too ex-
quisite for either brush or pen.
The guide had said we were to follow a
trail; and there surely had been a trail
up to this point. We could see it; we
could have followed it ourselves perhaps.
And in truth there were glimpses of a
trail here and there as we rounded pro-
jecting rocks, or followed close beside
the prostrate form of some old tree over
whose huge trunk we could not see even
from tbe horses' backs. But it was not
a serviceable highway to any but a four-
footed citizen of the precinct, or to an
adopted one as our guide seemed to be.
It was like unto a string that had been
cut into many pieces and tossed to the
four winds. One would know it was a
string, if one could only happen to find
it. In this case, however, the string
seemed to have been blown with a pur-
pose, for It brought us finally to our des-
tination— at least John said it was our
destination — a. certain cross-roads (minus
the roads) established by some surveyor
of the past, and oflQcially known in Wash-
ington as "Three North, One East." But
the trail was of little consequence after
all, perhaps. The consensus of opinion
was that the guide could have gone there,
or anywhere on earth, even without a
trail. But he seemed to follow something,
and our horses followed him. This habit,
among the horse kind, of following a
leader is a rare convenience for one who
is interested in his surroundings. We
were never called upon to steer the
beasts, but had free opportunity to see
the things we had come to see; to note
the huge boles reaching away toward
heaven, or at least toward the mountain
tops — two hundred, three hundred, per-
haps three hundred and fifty feet, most
of them straight as arrows and of perfect
symmetry; a hundred feet or more of
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clear trunk, and then a crown of light
green foliage, interlacing from tree to
tree, subduing or wholly shutting out the
sunlight and wrapping their grey-brown
bodies in eternal shadow. Every tree
seemed larger and taller and more sym-
metrical than its neighbor, and the eye
grew tired in its search for what one
feels must be hidden away in some recess
— that mythical big tree of the forest.
The fellow is there, certainly, but one's
power of comparison is gone, and the
real height and girth of the monsters is
not apprehended. At this stage one is
apt to recall his local geography and to
remember that this marvelous forest
stretches away for hundreds of miles
along the coast; that it dips into the
deepest canyons and climbs the highest
mountains. He realizes that he has rid-
den— how far? Twenty miles? Not as
the crow flies, to be sure; but as the trail
runs. He has seen, and sees now as he
sits in contemplation, enough of forest
grandeur and forest wealth to supply the
longing world, so he thinks. What, then,
must be the possibilities of such a forest!
"This is Three North, One East!" calls
John, as he slides from the saddle —
"Three North, One East!" he repeats
like the human enunciator on a local
passenger train. We drop out of the
tired saddles, and the horses pick greed-
ily at the wild pea-vines as we relieve
them of packs and saddles. The sun has
also got well along on his day's journey,
and he is peeping under and through the
great tree tops. He is actually staring
at us, for the spot chosen for the night's
bivouac is a comparatively open hillside.
with a clear, gurgling stream a hundred
yards below. For the first time during
the day we are aware of tne compass
points. We had not doubted that the sun
was to set in the west as usual, but we
should never have looked for the west
where he was likely to go down. There
is no questioning on this point, however.
We are in the sunlighted depths of the
forest; the delicate shadings of foliage,
the deep, intense silence of all this pon-
derous display of Nature which for the
time fixed the attention.
As the fatigue from the saddle and
from the kaliedoscopic changes of the
day wore away the mind settles down to
inspection. One of the first impressions
is, the utter helplessness of one in this
limitless mass of foliage, where no paths
are visible, where even the trail by which
you have come is a matter of much doubt
One feels so ^ittle in the vastness of his
surroimdings! Even the ferns are large
enough to hide a horse or a grizzly; and
one feels sure that, should he call ever
so loud, his voice would be swallowed up
within the space of a hundred feet. But
there is no sense of depression; rather,
of exuberance, of freedom; a feeling
that here, at least, one is beyond the
range of man's bickerings. Except for
the familiar screaming of the bluejay one
might easily forget that he was in the
same old work-a-day world through which
he has been hunting his way for some
fraction of a century. As I sat quietly
absorbing "the beautiful," so richly
spread before me, I recalled the fact — ^till
now unnoticed — that 'nowhere in the for-
est had there been any display of bird
"Wonderfully bright and beautiful."
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life; that, excepting the querulous blue-
jay and a tiny bird of the treetops, too
small and too busy and too far aloft to be
identified, absolutely no feathered thing
had been seen. Nor had any four-footed
denizen crossed our path since we left
the grey rabbits by the little river. Was
this because of the murderous rifle at
John's saddle bow? No. Subsequent
excursions bore out the fact that winged
folks generally do not dwell here. But
hoofs and claws? Yes, these people are
here in abundance, and many a noble
elk and antlered buck has made his last
leap along the trail we have passed; the
lion and panther and bear have often
been over familiar with the white as
well as the red man's personality, and
one or the other — ^man or beast — has paid
the penalty. But the lion and the grizzly
are no more, and the panther and the
puny black bear no man feareth. Sud-
denly the horses throw up their heads
and stand motionless, with cocked ears!
Yonder from the bushes a head appears
— two! three! They are only deer, and
I am glad John has gone to prospect
the brook for trout. Bacon, with a pro-
mise of trout on the side, seems a good
enough supper for idle wanderers.
Just as the sun rests for a moment
on the far hills the forest depths become
wonderfully bright and beautiful. Every
bush and twig seems rimmed with his
golden light. Then, almost within the
space of a breathing, the shadows assert
themselves, and one gladly responds to
the supper call, and to the after-Joy of
the camp-flre pipe. For an hour the guide
rehearses his mountain trips, filling up
the intervals with such fantasies as may
occur to him on the instant. It is ours
to listen, his to tell the story and to
answer straggling questions. When he
affirms that the trees on a given acre
around us contain a million feet of lum-
ber; that the time is near at hand when
this hill country will all be wanted for
orchard and vineyard and plowland; that
railroads will shortly flnd their way into
these hidden places, and the habitations
of man will take the place of the pan-
ther's lair and the bear wallow — when he
asserts these things there seems no oc-
casion for argument. I blow the smoke
"The Old Way."
wreathes into the still night air, kick the
smouldering fire into a shower of sparks,
and relapse into a state of drowsy in-
difference alike to John's wisdom and
the future possibilities of this land of
marvels. The horses feed quietly near
at hand, John snores, and I know the day
is done. One after another the great trees
creep out of the darkness, their tall
crowns faintly silhouetted against the
sky; the grotesque shapes which had
danced in the evening firelight become
ferns and bushes and rocks and upturned
roots again; the horses call in low whin-
neys as we stir in our uncovered couches ;
the bluejays scold from their perches
overhead, and we arise to welcome the
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new day and the coffee and bacon and
such other dainties as John may have in
store.
John had come to look for a certain
"corner" and trace a certain "line." He
might be an hour; he might be all day.
Upon this depended the time of our re-
turn. I could "hunt the corner" with
him or remain in camp. The horses
would do very well where they were.
The "hunt" was uncertain and sure to be
laborious; the camp promised ease and
idleness. I remained. The plaintive
chee-ch-e-e! of the feathered midget of
the treetops, and the rasping voice of the
jay — these were the sounds that broke
the stillness. The midget is unsociable;
but the bluejay is a neighborly fellow
and a good liver, coming freely to sample
the cheese-rinds and bacon and bread
scraps and other tid-bits from the break-
fast table. Nothing in the shape of food
seems to go amiss with him or his family.
There was some regret that a cup of
coftee had not been set aside for him. As
he took possession of the camp I made
short excursions up and down the ridge,
across gulches and along the creek.
Everywhere it was the same — masses of
foliage which would delight the artist's
eye; lichen-grown rocks and logs; mossy
banks and flowery dells and rank-grown,
impenetrable masses of salal and briar
and fern through which even the wild
animals had never found their way. In
every direction were the huge logs where
decay or storm had strewn them, some
bearing the marks of extreme age — decay
and the overgrowth of great trees shoot-
ing up from their still living hearts
within. In one place the half-buried re-
mains of an old redwood, the root and
top of which had disappeared in the sur-
rounding mold, gave life and support to
four stately ofitspring of from four to six
feet girth. Elsewhere in the logging
woods may be seen the new as well as old
stumps and logs sending out abundant
green shoots — like the orchard tree which
has been grafted. Left to Nature's care,
these develop into considerable trees;
often, in fact, forming clusters of stalwart
trunks about and upon the original root.
In one case a huge fellow of thirty-five
or forty feet girth had grown as a cork-
screw— twisted from root to top, even the
larger limbs partaking of the corkscrew
pattern. Another had great wart-like
protuberances — burls, as they are called.
These as well as the curly or wavy speci-
mens are sought for by cabinet-makers,
and are turned into the most exquisitely
beautiful table tops and thin veneers.
Many of the great trees have a grain so
free from knot or blemish, and so straight
that the woodsman can split them into
rough shakes and shingles and boards of
almost any desired length or thickness.
Many a house and barn was built of this
split lumber in the early days. A case
has been pointed out where the lumber
for house, barn, sheds and fencing for a
farm was taken from a single tree of this
"rift" description. It is mentioned as an
incident of the case that enough of the
tree remained to furnish the farmer's
wife with firewood for a generation.
"Ho-o-o-hoo!" John's big voice comes
floating under the tree-tops. The "cor-
ner" has been located, and we are soon
on the trail again; that is, we are making
for home. John has certain things to say
of a black bear he had "scared the life
out of," during his comer hunt (the rifle
was standing against the tree by the
saddles), and of the remains of a deer
where a "pahntha" had lunched during
the night. He also calls attention to
many beautiful shrubs and flowers and
fern patches as we ride along, not for-
getting an occasional myrtle tree with
its wealth of pale blue flowers, or a dog-
wood, with its snowy plumes, overhang-
ing some canyon side. John is a versa-
tile fellow, his "sense o' things" ranging
from "bar sign" to Nature's delicate pen-
cilings.
The sun is still an hour high as we
wiggle and slide down the last pitch and
make our way to the little stream of the
morning. Once more among the alders.
and maples, we fall in with the robina
and sparrows, the blackbirds and swal-
lows, the thrushes, and all the feathered
songsters of the region, and presently
flnd the faithful Ben, now with a joyous
wag of tail and deep bay, as welcome for
our return.
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YOSEMITE LEGENDS
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BY C. A. VIVIAN.
The Valley.
' HERE the Sierras, peak on peak,
ascend,
As thougn like Babel's tower they
aspire
Wherever battling elements contend,
Frost, flood and earthquake and
volcanic fire;
Where the Great Spirit walks when 'his
desire
To make men happy brings him down to
earth
Or when their wicked deeds arouse his ire.
Here winds and clouds and rivers have
their birth,
And gods, to wreak strange marvels walk
the earth.
Deep in the bosom of this rugged range.
Sunk lower than the ocean's level wave.
Is hid a dwelling wrought in manner
strange,
A mountain walled, a beauteous sky-roofed
cave.
'Twas for a tribe most virtuous and brave
The red man's god hewed out this wondrous
place
Them from their wanderings and want to
save.
Then he unlocked the treasures of the snow.
Their fetters melted in the spring-time
sun.
And then he bade the loosened rivers flow,
And to the cavern's margin swiftly run.
He made them leap as rivers ne'er had done;
All dashed to foam and spray with rain-
bows spun,
Cholock, Wiwyack, and Pohono all.
To form each thundering, dashing, glor-
ious fall.
But men still prone to love the fruitful
earth,
That satisfies their carnal needs so well.
Quick to forget the gods who gave it birth.
In mortal clay forever wish to dwell.
So the Great Spirit thus to break the spell
And lure men to the happy hunting ground
Permits the griefs that cause our tears to
swell ;
Suffers on earth fell demons to abound
Opposing bliss wherever man is found.
Thus he allows Pohono and his league
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To haunt this vale with their immortal
hate,
With treachery and cunning's dark intrigue
And gloating cruelty insatiate,
The which no mortal power can placate.
And yet that pain might not o'ershadow
Joy,
Tu-tock-ah-nu-lah, from his high estate,
Let mortal good his heavenly powers
employ,
Until Tis-sa-ack did his peace destroy.
Tu-tock-ah-nu-lah and Tis-sa-ack.
That lovely maid as white as mountain
snow.
With golden ringlets glittering bright as
day.
Whence did she come and whither did she
go?
On the South Dome one summer mom she
lay.
And moved the gorgeous bows that arch
the spray,
Tu-tock-ah-nu-lah saw, and loved and lost —
When he approached Tis-sa-ack flew away,
She spread her wings as white as autumn
frost.
And snowy down was earthward from
them tossed.
The wild white violets sprang at once in
bloom.
Where these far-fluttering feathers
touched the mead.
And filled the air with redolent perfume.
Tu-tock-ah-nu-lah now forgot the need
Of the fair valley nor for weeks did heed,
(While eagerly the goddess he pursued)
The swelling acorn nor the sprouting seed;
No summer showers the thirsty earth
bedewed.
With fallen buds and ¥rithered plants 'twas
strewed.
jL»ut fair Tis-sa-ack loved the Indian race,
She would not have their maze and acorns
fail.
Ton stream, whose devious windings you
may trace.
She rent South Dome to let into the vale,
(At least so runs the ancient Indian tale.)
The northern half dissolved like melting
snow.
To save the crops this watering did avail.
Behold the corn-sprouts lift and spread
and grow,
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That fair Tis-sa-ack's tribe no want shall
know.
Tis-sa-ack is the goddess of the spring,
O'er earth she flies as swift as season's
roll.
To open buds and teach the birds to sing.
And scatter joy and life from pole to pole.
Yoeemlte is dearest to her soul.
Though scorned Tu-tock-ah-nu-lah's home
is here.
tie carved his portrait on a giant scrolK
And followed fair Tis-sa-ack far and near.
Tending no more the crops nor herded deer.
Pohono.
Knowest thou the Bridal Veil?
That soft, fair mist that shines and sways?
A thousand feet drops to the vale
And o'er the clilf forever plays?
In splendor falls o'er granite walls.
From rugged summits seamed and hoary.
And diamonds flash at every dash.
And rainbows span its sprays in glory.
Flow, waters, flow, send the wild white
foam nying.
Flow, waters, flow, maiden's tears ne'er
dying, dying, dying!
And hast thou felt the chilly wind
That sways its waters to and fro?
The sighs of maidens fair and kind
Imprisoned long ago.
Its zephyrs play the live-long day.
And waft the waters hither, thither.
It tears the veil with fltful gale
And scatters tear-drop — whither, whither?
Blow, zephyrs, blow ! Set the tall pine trees
sighing.
Blow, zephyrs, blow, maiden's breath ne'er
dying, dying, dying!
Thou knowest, then, Pohono's fall
That leaps and leaps a thousand years.
Forever streaming down the wall?
'Tis fed by Indian maidens' tears.
Long years they lie, hid from the sky,
A rocky cavern is their prison,
They weep and sigh, but cannot die
Until Pohono's curse is risen.
Mourn, maidens, mourn, in your dark
dungeon lying!
Mourn, maidens, mourn, your sad tears
never drying, drying, drying!
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(n thiB fair spot malign Pohono dwells,
The cruel evil genius of the place,
Forever spreading snares and laying spells,
Forever hostile to the Indian race.
That verdure on the precipice you trace,
A treacherous path of slippery moss he
laid.
There o'er the cliff where sweeping currents
chase;
To tempt the venturous, happy Indian
maid,
Tnat he may lure her far from human aid.
Hum-moo. (The Lost Arrow).
1. The Tryst.
The day has brightly dawned — a fair June
morn.
The rivers sparkle 'neath a cloudless sky.
The mists arise on glittering sunbeams bom
And naught but beauty waits the opening
eye.
And with the dawn does young Ko-soo-kah
fly.
With chosen friends as youthful and as
brave.
To chase the deer till evening shadows lie.
All purple gloom down in Tis-8a-ack*s cave
And golden floods the clifts in sunshine lave.
Tet ere he turns to climb the dangerous trail
He pauses and his friends proceed alone.
Among the maidens in the flowery vale.
He marks Teheneh his beloved, his own,
With wild dove note he makes his presence
known,
"Teheneh, when the day begins to fail
And hunting 's over — on the mountain lone,
111 pause where Cholock leaps into the
vale.
To send thee on this arrow love's sweet tale.
•*Well is it feathered, swift will be its flight.
From the high clift where I shall bend the
bow.
Thus shall I greet thee in the sweet twilight
Long ere our train shall reach the camp
below,
(At even we shall weary be and slow).
Taheneh, my sweet bride, to thee farewell,
I needs must lead my braves where'er they
go.
At sunset seek this arrow that shall tell
The love and longing that I feel so well."
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The fiercest hate Pohono's jealous heart.
In all its cruel depths can feel or know.
Extends to lover, and their lives to part.
His ever evil thoughts with schemes o'er^
flow.
When up the trail he saw Ko-soo-kah go.
He called the rattle-snake with poiscmed
dart,
And bade him "Lie in wait for yonder foe."
To him replied the snake: "I must depart.
I cannot do thy will, chief though thou
art.
*'Long have I shunned him and I dare not try.
In all but this thy mandates I obey.
Who could deceive his quick, his fearless
eye?
I know too well that I should fall his prey.
My head in darkest crevice I shall lay.
And tremble till Ko-soo-kah passes."
"Then,
Gk) coward," cried Pohono, "hide away."
He called the treacherous wild cat from
his den.
And pointed out Ko-soo-kah to his ken.
Yet none so fierce but quailed to hear the
name,
Ko-soo-kah chief of the Yoeemites.
Pohono called; each slinking creature came
Pohono's friends, Ko-soo-kah's enemies.
Not one would join him in his deviltries.
Nor tawny cougar nor strong grizzly bear.
"Thou biddest, Pohono, that we do not dare,"
Each cried and hid him in his secret lair.
The wicked wizzard stormed and stormed
in vain.
The Indians beat the forest far and wide.
In every contest victory they gain.
Their youthful hearts are filled with hun-
ters' pride;
Crafty the game that from their sight can
hide.
But fell Pohono, riding on the wind.
Keeps ever at the young Ko-soo-kah's side.
Who knows not any god's intent unkind
For nought but joy and triumph fill his mind.
In golden splendor, day has reached Its close.
The summer sun begins to sink and sink.
The braves who've toiled and struggled
since it rose.
Rich from the chase, have reached the
valley's brink.
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Ko-Boo-kah stoops at Cholock's stream to
drink
And motions for his train to move along.
Teheneh's voice is ringing in his heart,
And mingling with the ¥rild bird's evening
song,
The promised arrow to let fly ere long.
Where Cholock makes his first tremendous
leap,
Ko-BOO-kah paused a space and looked
below.
He searched with eager eye the chasm deep,
His freighted arrow fitting to the bow.
He hears the gentle wood dove calling low,
Fondly he gazes on the distant scene.
Like tiny ants his fellows come and go.
"There is the tepee where the wise old men
Smoke pipes and ponder on the things of
state."
(For many tribes had come together then
To barter, feast, and on his pleasure wait.
Next day they would attend his wedding
fete)—
"Yosemite! O thou art very dear!
The other tribes must wander soon or late,
With loveliest reheneh ever near.
My heart, my tribes, my hope are gathered
here."
ThQB mused the youthful chieftain. On the
verge,
Of a most awful precipice he knelt.
When of a sudden with a fearful surge
The solid granite seemed to sway and
melt.
And slipping rocks beneath his feet he felt —
The treacherous landslide did Pohono's
wUl.
Such Budden blow the evil spirit dealt.
Leaving the noble warrior limp and still.
Upon a granite ledge below the hill.
Ine brillant light is slowly fading now;
On vale and cliff the deepening shadows
rest.
The gloaming gathers on the mountain's
brow.
And darkness hovers round its mighty
breast.
The little song bird flutters to his nest.
Still Cholock bids the thundering echoes
ring.
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The weary sun at last has sunk to rest.
The wood dove's head is put beneath his
wing,
Night's spangled tepee covers everything.
Teheneh lingers in the vale below,
"Why is thy messenger so very slow?
Has aught befallen thee my absent love?"
(Her heart is fluttering like a wounded dove)
"Why tarry, brave Ko-soo-kah, oh, so long?
The deer is swift, the grizzly bear is strong,
O tremble not with apprehensive fear.
His arrow, foolish heart, is surely near,
I'll seek it hidden in the meadow grass
There where the foamy waters swiftly pass."
Sae seeks in vain while there is light to see.
Blue shadows mingle rock and shrub and
tree,
The camp grows silent and the fires bum
low;
The pine trees sigh, the ceaseless waters
flow;
'Tis midnight On the gloom cast moun-
tain's brow.
The pale, cold, moon is whitely gleaming
now.
And now Teheneh leaves the slumbering
vale
To find Ko-soo-kah she ascends the trail.
The Recovery of Ko-soo-kah.
The day has dawned again, and rosy mom.
With breath all perfume and a smiling sky
>\afts clinging mists away with joyous
scorn.
As though all earth contained no weeping
eye.
Where is the loveliest of the Indian girls,
Teheneh, gentle as the mild wood dove?
Ah, see! On Ctiolock's brow the dark smoke
curls!
Teheneh signals. She has found her love.
With rawhide ropes and litter quickly made.
The young men haste their fallen chief to
flnd
And on the cliff Teheneh, unafraid
Bids them with thongs her slender waist to
bind.
Then the young braves with careful hands
and slow,
Lower the maiden o'er the granite edge
Where the still Ko-soo-kah, far depths
below.
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hangs like a shred upon the dizzy ledge.
Teheneh lifts his form as in a dream,
So cold, so strange, so lifeless to its place.
With thongs she ties it to the rough hewn
beam,
And in his silent bosom hides her face.
The braves above, at signal understood,
Raise the rough litter to the summit high.
And bear it gently to a sheltering wood.
There lovingly the knotted ropes untie.
Tutock-ah-nu-lah the good demi-god.
Invisible to every human eye
Wag resting on the flowery cushioned sod,
When thus they bore their double burden
by.
Unseen, unheard, by even those so near,
Teheneh's drooping head he kindly raised.
And stooping, gently whispered in her ear,
And her sweet constancy and love he
praised.
"My eyes for thee are dimmed with mortal
tears,
I feel, I feel, sweet maiden for thy woe.
How canst thou face life's many weary years
Without thy dear Ko-soo-kah? No, ah, no!
Thou Shalt not live and bear a broken heart.
My breast is warmed with tenderest sym-
pathy,
I cannot see such faithful lovers part.
"The smoke of but one funeral pyre shall rise
(Pohono's evil rage was all in vain).
To waft both happy spirits to the skies.
Haste! Sweet Teheneh, join thy chief
again!" ,.
He seized the arrow from the slackened bow,
Ko-soo-kah's stiffened fingers had let go.
Its feathered shaft descending in the sand.
Its head toward heaven the Indians see it
stand.
All marveling that the thing could stand
alone.
It swells and towers a monument of stone.
In simple symbols of the Red Man's art
Is carved love's message on the giant dart.
The years roll on, the seasons come and go.
The summer sun drinks Cholock; but the
snow
Refills his never failing cup again
And down the cliff he rushing roars amain.
The fiowers bloom and fade upon his banks.
Spring decks the trees and autumn strips
their ranks,
New birds and new still sing the evening
songs;
The valley to another race belongs.
But Hum-moo, all unchanged points to the
sky,
To teach how happily the good may die.
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TAHITI
BY THEO. B. SEVERSON.
RS the attention of the people on this
Coast is being directed to the
chances and possibilities of the is-
lands of the Pacific, it would be
well to study the islands south of the
equator with which we are now connected
by a regular monthly steamer. There are
many of these islands divided into groups
owned by different nations. Particularly
interesting at the present time are the
Society islands, Paumoto, and the Mar-
quesas. The largest and most important
island is Tahiti, which is in direct com-
munication with San Francisco.
For many years small sailing vessels
carried the small trade, and the venture-
some traveler who cared to endure forty
days or more on the vast expanse of
ocean, often becalmed in torrid latitudes,
for days without moving a mile; but,
with steamship transportation the voyage
is now made in eleven or twelve days.
By a few, this new line is hailed with
joy. By the many much speculation is
indulged in regarding its wonderful poB-
sibilities.
Tahiti is situated 170 degrees south
of the equator, and about 1100 miles al-
most due south from Honolulu. The is-
land is 35 miles long, nearly as wide, and
has an area of over 600 square miles,
with a population of about ten thousand.
It presents the appearance of two nearly
circular islands, united by a very low
and narrow neck of land, each of which is
of volcanic origin, and very mountain-
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ous, rising in a succession of bold cir-
cular terraces towards the central peaks,
and having a broad plain all around the
seaboard, which is practically the only
inhabited part. The first discovery of
this island was made by a Spanish buc-
caneer, Fernando de Quirros, in 1606,
but for a long time it was lost sight of,
until re-discovered by Wallis, an English-
man, in 1767. Captain Cook gave it the
name by which it is now known, and it
was on Tahiti that the transit of Venus
was observed by him in 1769, which was
of so much value to science. The island
formed one of the earliest posts of the
London Missionary Society whose repre-
sentatives began work in 1797. To-day
Bibles in the Tahitian language may be
found in many homes, and the numerous
churches to be found all over the island,
give evidence of a high standard of moral-
ity in former years. In 1872 some diffi-
culty between the Catholic priests and
natives caused the French to make war,
and, after four years of Intermittent
fighting, the islanders were compelled to
submit to the inevitable. The French
administration combines all the groups of
islands with the city of Papeete in Tahiti
as its center of official business. Here
are stationed soldiers in barracks of
substantial brick, also an arsenal, besides
the iiovernor's residence and all the cot-
tages necessary for officers and clerks.
There are about one thousand whites on
the island, most of whom are French.
A large cruiser is generally stationed in
the harbor and adds to the military as-
pect.
Picture an island set in a reef of coral
of myriad hues. The lagoon of a light
green, outside the white foaming break-
ers the vast ocean of intense blue. On
shore are great bunches of cocoa-nut
palms lifting their plumes in stately
magnificence, then there are lanes of
trees blossoming in red and yellow
flowers, and nestling in their midst are
the low thatched nouses of the natives.
The delightful and healthy climate of the
island brings to maturity all the products
of the tropics, which are nowhere found
in greater fullness and perfection than
here. The wayfarer is soothed by the
fragrance of sweet smelling flowers, and
delighted with the abundance of oranges,
bananas, breadfruit and cocoa-nut which
give a perennial supply of food to the
natives. The guava introduced at the
beginning of the last century, has run
wild in such quantities as to have become
a troublesome pest. The heliotrope grows
almost rank in its profusion, fllling the
air with fragrance as though it had rained
perfume. The beauty of the island has
been extolled by almost every traveller
who has visited Tahiti. In Captain Cook's
description he says: "Perhaps there is
scarcely a spot in the universe that
affords a more luxuriant prospect than
the southeast part of Otaheite. The hills
are high and steep and in many places
craggy; but they are covered to the very
summit with trees and shrubs in such a
manner that the spectator can scarcely
help thinking that the very rocks possess
the property of producing and supporting
their verdant clothing. The flat land
which bound those hills towards the sea
and the Interjacent valleys also, teem
with various productions which grow
with the most exuberant vigor and at
once fill the mind of the beholder with
the idea that no place upon earth can
outdo this in the strength and beauty
of vegetation."
Tahiti may be rightly termed the "Par-
adise of the Pacific," or even the world,
as in no other place is there ^o much
variety of scenery. The Government has
constructed a good road, over 80 miles
in length, nearly circling the island.
At every turn the constant surprises
keep the traveler in a delirium of de-
light. Sometimes the sea lies before him,
the waves wreathed in a foam of white
breaking the silence in a continuous roar;
on the other side the high steep moun-
tains in forms of towers, domes and
steeples, pierce the fieecy clouds. Now
and then a silvery band of water falls
from perpendicular heights to the turbu-
lent stream below. Then you pass under
the sheltering shadows of tall interlacing
trees which excel even the grandeur of
our elm. Farther on you pass through
lanes lined with banana, mango, and
groves of cocoa-nut. In their midst nestle
little thatched houses of bamboo, whose
owners dressed in gay colors with their
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bronze-like bodies harmonize beautifully
against the deep mass of green foliage.
This terrestrial Eden is peopled by one
of the finest races in the world, whose
slightly veiled, or even fully displayed
symmetrical proportions did not fail to
excite the admiration of the first Europ-
ean discoverers. Recent opinions are less
enthusiastic on the subject, but so far as
they have deteriorated their deterioration
is due partly at least to civilization and
strong drink. Notwithstanding this the
natives are still a fine, well-proportioned
people, tall and robust, with dark brown
complexion, broad nose, slightly pro-
Tropical growth.
truding lips, beautiful teeth, raven black
hair, often curly or wavy, but with
sparse beard. Aside from these charac-
teristics a few possess features of real
beauty. Noticeabl at once is the ex-
pression of kindness and tenderness sel-
dom seen in savage races. No restraint
is now placed upon the natives who in-
dulge in unbridled licentiousness. For-
merly, in the time when the infiuence of
the London Missionary Society held sway,
morals were at a high standard, but
since the advent of the French, who
rather encourage looseness of life, we
Natives of Tahiti.
find a state of awful moral corrup-
tion. There are no marriage laws re-
spected and enforced; the custom is to
have as many wives as convenient to
yourself, consequently there is scarcely
a native of pure blood, and more than
two-thirds of the entire population suffer
with the pollution of Europeans and
Chinese. Another cause, probably, of the
decreasing number of the people is the
prevalence of habits of intoxication in
which they indulge as a substitute for
the dance and song and varied amuse-
ments so injudiciously forbidden by early
missionaries. Most fatal gift of all, they
have been taught to ferment the juice
of the orange, so abundant and delicious
in their island home, and thus produce a
liquor with which to obtain the pleasures
and penalties of intoxication, which men,
women and children alike enjoy and
suffer. The orange has been for these
people as the forbidden fruit of the gar-
den of Eden — the tree of good and evil.
In the Society islands, as in many other
places in the Pacific, are to be found a
Natives In the Marquesas Islands.
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number of buildings which testify to the
existence In former times of a people of
a higher development They are gener-
ally in the form of terraces or platforms,
placed in elevated spots, and formed of
hewn blocks of stone which are often of
great size. In the center is placed a sort
of massive altar. A very large building
of this kind exists at Papawa in Tahiti.
From a base measuring 270 feet by 94
feet rise ten steps or terraces, each
about six feet in height. The object of
these morias, as they are termed, is not
very clear. They were in many cases no
doubt of a monumental if not sepulchral
nature, but sacrifices were apparently
offered upon them in some instances, and
it seems that they served on occasions
as forts or strongholds.
Tahiti is exceedingly healthful and the
climate is delightful the greater part of
the year. In the months of December to
April it is rather warm and rains almost
continuously, but the other months are
ideal, the cool winds blowing landward in
the day and seaward at night. It would
seem that fever should thrive here, but
there are no prevalent illnesses except a
mild form of la grippe known here as
dang; blood diseases, however, exist
among the natives; in many places you
see men and women with arms and legs
swollen to huge size, showing evidence
of fei-fei or elephantiasis. Although not
fatal this ailment is painful and linger-
ing. It is very seldom that a white per-
son contracts the disease, unless he lives
the same as the native in low wet
places and is too lazy to exercise, which
is primarily the cause. Leprosy prevails
to a lesser degree, but not to any alarm-
ing extent
Aside from the wonderful beauty of
Tahiti it offers no inducement other than
from a touristic point of view. The agri-
cultural outlook is not promising owing
to several reasons. In the first place, the
Government does not encourage planting,
and no inducement is offered to either the
native or the colonist to cultivate any-
thing. On the contrary anything like in-
dustry is rather hampered. The land
owner is not taxed, therefore a native
holds his land and does not need to work;
all he has to do is to gather his fruit from
what grows wild all about him and money
is no object whatever. A colonist cannot
buy land because the native will not sell,
knowing that he will not be able to lead
such an easy life if he parts with his
property. Then too, should a colonist
attempt to grow anything the native will
steal it from him and unless he has a
strong guard to protect his property, he
will lose all he has. The Government
affords no protection. Its officials will
tell you that the native is but an innocent
child, and cannot be prosecuted. Some
years ago an effort was made to establish
a plantation on a large scale. An Eng-
lish company bought 10,000 acres of rich
land, and imported 1600 Chinese coolies
to cultivate it. The forest was cleared
away and the land planted with sugar-
cane, cotton and coffee, while broad roads
traversed it In every direction. The
establishment of this gigantic farm
formed a small town picturesquely sit-
uated near the sea, and the undertaking
promised to be very successful, but reck-
less management caused its failure and
the land now lies in waste.
The Chinamen have complete control
of the vanilla business which is the lead-
ing industry among the natives. The
Chinese buy the vanilla from the natives,
often in a very green condition and cure
it themselves. This makes an inferior
grade of vanilla. The price per pound is
much lower now on this account. The
Chinamen also control the retail grocery
and drygoods, selling to the natives much
cheaper than a white man is able to do.
The only business carried on to any great
extent among the whites is the buying of
copra, the dried cocoanut There is also
a considerable trade in pearls and shells
carried on by San Francisco capitalists.
At the present time there is no call for
either laboring men, tradesmen, or pro-
fessional men, owing largely to the lim-
ited number of whites and the ignorance
of the natives. There is no doubt, how-
ever, that in the course of a few years
there will be a great change and Tahiti
will become a place of commercial im-
portance.. All it needs is better laws and
the enlightenment of modem ideas in
regard to progression.
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BY H. M. LOVE.
W
TmT HILE in Southern California last
summer, I accepted an invitation
to hunt in the Ojai Valley, and
while wandering alone along the
foothills, followed the course of
a small stream up a large wedge-shaped
<»nyon cut from the long, gradual slope
of the mountain. The uncovered, broken,
and twisted strata of the walls gave the
canyon a fascinating weirdness which led
me to continue on. Accidentally I came
upon a path which led up the almost per-
pendicular walls of the canyon, and, from
mere curiosity, climbed to the top and
looked down upon the creek some five
hundred feet below. I walked almost a
mile along the edge of the bluff, when I
came upon two circular pillars, built of
large boulders. Their shape and ar-
rangement in such a deserted place at-
tracted my attention. I sat down upon a
stone which had fallen from place, and
was filling my pipe when an old Mexican
mounted on a pony rode down the moun-
tain. Having hailed him in Spanish, he
rode over to me, and seeing my tobacco,
asked for a cigarette. While he was roll-
ing it I asked him about the pillars.
Blowing a great cloud of smoke through
hlB nostrils, he asked in wonder if I had
not heard the legend of Matilija's daugh-
ter. Having assured him that I had not,
2ie drew another long breath, exhaled the
«moke, and began the tradition which for
centuries had been handed down from
lip to ear among the people.
Before the Spanish occupation the hills
about the canyon were the home of a
«mall remnant of a forgotten race, more
civilized than their neighbors, upon whom
they levied tribute. At the time when a
Spanish party, under Menendez, came
from Mexico, searching along the coast
tor a lost vessel from across the sea,
Matilija was chief, and his daughter,
Hueneme, a girl of twenty, comely and
€air of face, was the most attractive
maiden of her tribe.
Padre Ortega, of the searching party,
had fallen ill, and Menendez, returning
from the coast to rest his men and await
the good priest's recovery, found a rest-
ing place among Matilija's people.
The chief was anxious for the comfort
of his sick guest, and left at his disposal
his own rude home in the canyon. While
there attentively waiting upon the priest,
Hueneme met Juan Sanchez, a young of-
ficer under Menendez. Her beauty, so
far surpassing that of all other Indian
maidens, took the fancy of his impulsive
heart, while from the emotional mind of
the maiden his soldierly figure and dark
handsome face drove away all thoughts
of the tall young braves of her own tribe.
Long Padre Ortega laid ill, and while
Matilija with his bow and arrows and Me-
nendez with his match-lock, hunted the
wild game of the hills, Juan and Hue-
neme, left to their fancy's will, spent
most of their time wandering together
along the top of the canyon's high walls,
or among the rocks of the stream below,
and their affection matured into a love
which both knew would make their sepa-
ration unendurable. Often they talked
of the time when Juan would have to con-
tinue on his way with the expedition.
At last, wnen the Padre's condition al-
lowed Menendez to renew his search to
the northward, and actual preparation
for departure had commenced, they went
together to Matilija, Juan asking that he
be allowed to make Hueneme his wife,
and she vowing i.er love for him. The
old chief's anger knew no bounds, and
his sense of hospitality alone prevented
him from ending then and there the
search for the lost vessel. So it was
upon Hueneme, for having dared to re-
ciprocate the love of the stranger, that
all his anger turned. High up in the can-
yon wall was a secret cave, and in this,
vowing never again to look upon her face,
he ordered her confined under the guard
of a loyal old tribesman and his wife.
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All the following day, while prepara-
tions for departure were being completed,
Sanchez tried in vain to find the maiden,
but no trace of her could he discover,
till an old hag came to him late in the
evening, and by signs made him follow
her up the steep path to the cave. Bvi-
dently counting upon assistance from the
old woman, they arranged that Juan
should leave on the morrow with Menen-
dez, but in the evening should return with
an extra horse and if Hueneme could es-
cape they would overtake the expedition
and have Padre Ortega marry them.
The next night while preparing the even-
ing meal for her husband on guard at the
cave, the old crone mixed in his food a
stuplfying herb, and in a short time he
was sleeping soundly. Hueneme, having
climbed the remainder of the path to the
bluff above, hurried down to the mouth
of the canyon, and found Juan awaiting
her. Mounting in haste they rode all
night and late in the morning came to the
seashore. So exhausting; had been their
ride that Hueneme was entirely wearied
and they dismounted to rest themselves
and their tired horses. While Juan
staked the horses along the hill side,
Hueneme prepared their small stock of
provisions, and, after a scant meal, they
laid themselves down on the soft dry
sand, Hueneme with her head pillowed
against Juan's cheek; and soon the gentle
rolling of the waves upon the beach
lulled them into deep slumber.
Too long they slept. When it was dis-
covered in the early morning that Hue-
neme was gone, Matilija killed the guard,
who had slept while she escaped, with
his own bronze-headed lance. Leaving
the weapon sticking in the wound, he
mounted the nearest horse, ordered a few
well mounted tribesmen to follow, and
went in Immediate pursuit. All day they
rode under the broiling sun, and finally.
just as the sun was sinking behind Santa
Cruz Island, the old chief still in advance
of his men saw his daughter resting
quietly in the arms of the sleeping Juan.
Shaking with anger, thinking of nothing
but disobedience and treachery he halted,
and keeping his vow never to look again
upon his daughter's face, he turned his
eyes to the sea. The low tide had left
bare the large damp rocks beyond the
edge of the breakers. Seeing these he-
dismounted and walked down to the edge-
of the water, picked up an immense stone^
and staggered under its weight towards,
the sleeping couple. As he neared them
he raised the rock at arms' length, closed
his eyes, and dropped it upon their heads.
When the others of the pursuing party^
came up they found the old chief gazing
fixedly at the stone, but at last fatherly^
feeling rose above his anger, he pushed
away the blood stained rock and took
his daughter's crushed head in his arms..
Long he remained seated on the sands,,
and when the day broke again, he ordered
her body carried back to the old canyon,
home.
Upon the bluff above the cave shcT.was.
laid to rest, and as the last tribal rite
was ended, Matilija ordered his men to*
build a pillar of large boulders above her
grave as a reminder of the manner in
which she met her death, and, as the last,
stone was put in place, he walked com-
posedly over the edge of the bluff. Down
among the rocks of the stream below
they found his mangled body, and rever--
entlally buried him beside his daughter,
marking his grave with a second pillar
overlooking the scene of his former rule.
As the Mexican finished his story I
looked incredulously at the pillars. He^
shrugged his shoulders, mounted his pony
and with a farewell, *'Adios, Senor," rode-
away down the mountain.
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THE HAIDAH INDIANS
Mama Thiontona.
(The humming bird.)
BY MARGARET WENTWCRIH LEIGHTON.
UEBN Charlotte's Islands lie
from seventy to one hundred
miles off the coast of British Co-
lumbia in the Pacific Ocean. In
1787 they were taken possession of in the
name of King Qeorge III and named for
his Queen Consori.
The first white man to dwell upon
these islands, Francis Poole by name,
thus enthusiastically describes them in
his diary: "This is a land of enchantment.
As far as the eye can reach either way
is a picture of loveliness, such varied
and magnificent landscapes, such match-
less timber, such a wealth of vegetation,
such verdure and leafage up to the very
crests of its highest hills." He further
rapturously describes the many fine har-
bors, the splendid yellow cedars and
pines, growing straight as arrows to a
height of two hundred and fifty or three
hundred feet, the delightful climate, so
mild that the snow falling on the coldest
winter day melts as it touches the
ground, the abundance of wild game,
from black bears to ducks and snipe, the
quantities of fish in the surrounding
waters, the untold mineral wealth locked
In the earth's recesses.
Such, then, was the home of the Hai-
dah Indians over a hundred years ago.
It is little changed to-day. The Haidahs
far excel all other Pacific Coast Indians
in war-like spirit, physique and ingenu-
ity. They are lighter In color than the
tribes living to the southward. Their
skill in carving upon stone, wood, silver,
and copper is wonderful. Their work
resembles that of the Aztecs of ancient
Mexico. It is supposed that after the
tragic fall of Tenochtitlan (the Aztec
capital of Mexico), some of the fugitives
found their way to the west coast and
thence northward, finally reaching the
islands now occupied by the Haidahs,
their descendants. To these Indians the
woods and the waters, the sky, the earth,
and the air are filled with spiritual be-
ings. Every Haidah has a guardian
spirit embodied in the form of some bird
or animal. In front of the lodges of the
chiefs totem poles are erected. If the
owner of the house is rich he has a very
tall pole, perhaps fifty or sixty feet In
height. It is elaborately carved with the
totems, of heraldic designs, of the occu-
pants of the lodge, often consisting of
several fammes. The cost of this carv-
ing is many blankets. The pole is set
firmly in the earth close to the lodge,
and a circular opening through it near
the ground forms the entrance to the
house.
Upon a characteristic totem pole a
beaver crouches Just above the door,
and on its head sits the legendary mother
of the Haidahs holding a young crow
in her arms. An old crow rests on her
head, holding in his beak the new moon.
Crowning the pillar sits Hoorts (the
bear). There are legends connected
with each pole and every representation
upon it. The story of this one is that
the beaver has eaten the moon and sent
the crow out to find a new moon, which
he brings home in his bill. It is the duty of
the bear sitting at the top to see that all
goes well. Many of the poles are gaily
painted red, yellow, green and black,
giving the villages a startling appear-
ance.
Each Indian has tatooed upon the body,
usually on the hand or arm, a curious fig-
ure representing his or her family name.
The head man who owns the lodge has
tatooed upon himself all the figures of
his lodge mates, showing his connection
with the members of his household.
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Some of these designs are true to na-
ture, while others are strange mytho-
logical creatures. The frog, the crow,
a laughing bear, the humming bird, and
squid are tatoo designs. One klootchman
(woman) had upon her body the figure
of a halibut, with a picture of the chief
of her tribe drawn on its tail. This she
believed would protect her and her peo-
ple from drowning forever.
The belief in the thunder bird is com-
mon to all northwestern Indians. This
is a creature of human form and gigantic
size which lives in the mountains. When
it is hungry it dons a cloak of feathers
and sails forth in search of prey. Its
enormous body darkens the heavens and
from their wild fiords on quests of discov-
ery and gain.
There is a peculiar kind of date on
the islands which is quite soft when first
quarried. The Indians carve miniature
totem poles, exquisite plates, imitation
fiutes, etc., from this. After these are
exposed to the air they harden and are
then rubbed with oil until they look like
polished black marble. They are taken
on the expeditions to the coast towns
upon the mainland and sold as curiosi-
ties. Some of the spoons carved of
black horn are veritable works of art,
and a pipe in my possession is wonder-
fully made. It is cut from a solid block
A Haldah Dish (The Crow).
The Haidahs believe that their ances-
tors were crows, and they never kill one
•of those dark-hued birds. When the
Indians paint themselves black it is in
remembrance of their ancestors. When
walking over the ice they tread carefully,
that they may not offend the ice spirit.
The Haidahs possess great skill in
many ways. From a single log of one of
the giant cedars they hollow a canoe
•capable of carrying a hundred men. Some
•of these boats have graceful curved
prows wonderfully carved. To see one
•of these immense canoes starting out on
a sea voyage witn its complement of a
hundred rowers all paddling In exact
time to their weird song takes us back
to the days of the Vikings, setting forth
of wood and consists of two lizards, the
smaller one resting upon the back of the
larger. The teeth and eyes are made by
inlaying bits of greenish pearl cut into
suitable shapes. The tobacco is put in-
to a little iron lined apperture in the mid-
dle of the lizard's back, and the Ions
stem comes out in place of a tail. Dishes
in the form of beavers, gulls, and crows
are carved from wood and then painted
in gay colors. The fineness of much of
this work is marvelous when we remem-
ber that the only tool used is a coarse
knife. The baskets which they weave
from roots and fibres are of such close
texture that they hold water.
The Haidahs share the inveterate love
of gambling common to all the Western
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Indians. The playing cards of these In-
dians are little round sticks about six
inches long made of yew wood and pol-
ished until they have a satiny sheen.
Each stick has its individual mark. Many
are inlaid with mother-of-pearl in the
form of squaws, triangles and even per-
fect representations of tiny fishes. This
form of gambling is almost identical with
the old Greek game Odd or Even. Each
player has forty or fifty sticks. These
are shuffled beneath fine cedar bark.
The game Is finished when one player
has won all the others sticks. So ab-
sorbing is this play that it is often con-
tinued for days without intermission for
food or rest. One old man gambled stead-
ily for three days, continually losing until
his last possession, the blanket on his
back, was gone. A devoted female of his
household then offered him her only
blanket. This he took, and with it his
luck seemed to turn, for he not only re-
Hoorts.
(The Bear.)
Hooyeh.
(The Crow.)
Koong.
(The New Moon.)
The Mother of the Haidahs.
Keetkie.
(The Young Crow.)
Tsching.
(The Beaver.)
Entrance to The Lodge.
TOTEM POLE.
Hargo (Halibut)— A tattoo design.
gained all his own property but every-
thing which his opponent possessed.
The Haidahs have many feasts during
the year. In preparation for these they
wash off all their old paint, besmear
themselves with grease, over which they
spread a lavish coat of scarlet paint.
Sometimes this is made to roughly repre-
sent birds, fishes, or other animals. The
last thing is to sprinkle the body well
with fine down, which takes kindly to the
paint and oil. The men then seat them-
selves in circles and make a rude kind
of music by beating sticks for the women
to dance by. The dancing consists of
contorting the body in different ways
with now and then a sudden spring, the
legs being used very little if at all.
There are two stories in the Haidah
houses; the lower one excavated beneath
the ground is for winter use, and the
other, the floor of which is level with
the ground, built of stout poles and
planks, is for the summer. In the roof
is a large square hole through which the
smoke passes out, and daylight and moon-
light enter.
One of the principal characters among
all the Indians is, as with the Haidahs,
the medicine man. When a person falls
sick it is supposed that evil spirits have
entered his body. The medicine man is
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called. He paints himself red and black, and fierce looking teeth. Thus equipped
and dons either a buckskin cape on which he seizes his rattle and proceeds to
are strange drawings of the thundeivbird frighten away the evil spirits, howling
and the lightning-fish, or a wolf skin, and wailing and yehemently brandishing
He hangs charms about himself in the the rattle. If he is successful and the
form of carved bones and teeth, eagle's sick person recovers, it is well, and he is
claws, distended fish bladders, shells, given a fee; but if the victim dies, the
and tails of animals. Next he dons a luckless doctor is often put to death for
hideous wooden mask with protruded lip his "bad medicine."
OFF MILE ROCK
(The Rio do danelroi February fl2f\d.)
BY ISIDORE BAKER.
The fog lay white as cerement
Upon the bay upborn,
It held the sea in wide embrace
That fearsome winter morn.
No signal beam athwart the ship
From isle or harbor near,
Bonita light loomed palely-wan
Through the thick atmosphere.
From Orient port, through danger vast.
Of tempest, wind and wave,
This vessel sailed o'er leagues of space
To an unfathomed grave.
0 stately ship, with freight of life,
Of joy and human love.
Was there no portent of thy fate
On sea, or sky above?
No warning voice to bid thee pause
Or pilot's hand to stay
Thy course from off the hidden reef
That lurked beneath thy way?
Off Golden Gate the sun is clear.
The great ships come and go,
And round the base of Mile Rock point
The tides hold ebb and flow.
No echo of that fearsome morn
Is heard on shore or sea, —
It dwells within the hearts of men
A dirge — a threnody.
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Varney Sykes' Little Phil.
BY HELEN E. WRIGHT.
¥HBN
Rosin
gaunt.
HBN Varney Sykes came to
with a puny child and a
grizzled boar-hound in his
"outfit," the men shrugged
their shoulders. It was none of their
business, of course, but what could be
done with a boy like that, and only three
women in the camp? As to the dog,
Mose, well — ^there was no accounting for
tastes, anyway.
The three moved into a deserted cabin
on the plateau and Varney started pros-
pecting. The men passed occasionally,
and saw the child lying close against
the earth, in the sunshine, or watching
the sky with wide, wondering eyes,
touched their foreheads significantly and
smiled; but little Phil made friends.
Mose followed him everywhere. The
chipmunks and the red tree squirrels chat-
tered a great deal at first, but ended by
giving Phil their confidence, and once
Varney Sykes found a snake with seven
rattles and a button, coiled up against
him, fast asleep. Nor were these alL
Seth Maroux mended one of the pockets
in his waistcoat, and laid therein a store
of peppermint candies and fennel seed.
Seth's record in Rosin was not altogether
good. There were those who preferred
not to meet him after dark, but the child
would climb up and lay his cheek against
the man's broad breast, and say: "Now
lock the doors, please, all tight." Then
as the rough arms folded close about him,
he would sigh contentedly, and whisper:
"My mamma used to do like that; he
don't know how!" "He" always meant
his father.
One night the boy was taken ill, and
Varney Sykes went down to the camp for
help, but none of the women could come.
One had a toothache, one had bread to
set, and the other was busy. Maroux,
seated on an empty beer keg in the store,
was having a forcible argument with an-
other lounger, but he jumped down and
followed Varney without a word when
ho heard what the trouble was. In the
cabin a little figure lay moaning on the
bed, .and the grizzled head of Mose
rested on the coverlet. The dog whined
joyously when Seth came in, and the boy
held up his arms.
"My mamma used to sing," he said at
'ast. "You sing, please, Seth."
Seth Maroux knew only a few songs,
and those were hardly lullabys, but he
did his best, and the child fell asleep.
Summer lingered long in the mountains
that year. The sumac had turned a vivid
scarlet before the last warm days had
fled. When the rain did come it fell in
an even steady downpour for three days.
The mails were delayed; the roads were
heavy, and the horses mired above their
fetlocks with each step in the yellow
clay. On the fourth day there was a
stir in Rosin. Men in high rubber boots
and grotesque rain-hats stood in groups
cbout the store, talking excitedly. The
three women of the camp discussed the
matter with little shivers and shrill ex-
clamations, for the Blixville stage had
been held up three miles down the road.
Rob Dom, the messenger, was shot, and
Johnson, the driver, had been nearly
blinded with sulphur in his eyes. Travel
was light Just then, and the only pas-
senger was a Chinese cook on his way to
the Bobolink mine, but the treasure box
was empty, and three thousand dollars
m bullion was gone.
The Sherift was lookingly anxiously for
Seth Maroux. Ihere was no tangible evi-
dence, but the man was missing and those
who knew his record drew their own con-
clusions. A week passed by. Varney
Sykes, coming up the trail one afternoon,
saw the pinched face of little Phil
pressed against the window pane. The
child met him at the door.
"Why don't my Sethie come?" he
asked tremulously. "I wan't him."
The man pushed roughly by, then sud-
denly he stopped afid stood looking down
at the little fellow. He dropped heavily
into a chair, and drew the child between
his knees.
"Look here, Phil," he said, "Seth's
gone! gone! Do you understand?"
The boy looked half vacantly at him.
"1 want my Sethie," he repeated slowly.
The man shook him almost fiercely. "I
tell you he's gone," he said in a louder
voice, "and he won't come back again!
Do you hear? He won't come back!"
The boy's face was quivering pitifully, j
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His eyes were wide with pain.
**No whimpering now," said the man,
with an oath. "I've had enough of it."
He brought his hand across the boy's
face with a resounding blow, and walked
cut of the house.
There was an old sheepskin in front
of the little bed; the boy dropped down
on it, and Mose licked his face in sym-
pathy. Slowly the darkness came, but
tne child did not move. The pale Nov-
ember moon struggled through the break-
ing clouds, and sent long shimmering
rays down through the pines and ma-
dronos. The boy lay with his head pil-
lowed on the dog, listlessly watching
(he patch of clear cold light that fell
through the window to the cabin floor.
Suddenly a shadow crept across it, and
disappeared again. Mose saw it, and
growled uneasily. Just then a man's head
rose above the window casing. He
shielded his eyes with his hands, and
peered cautiously into the room. Mose
lifted his long muzzle; his nostrils quiv-
ered and dilated, then he gave a low
whine, and his tail wagged a welcome.
The face vanished, but the door opened
and closed behind Seth Marouz.
"Phil," he said.
The boy sprang forward and clung to
him desperately, and Mose's warm tongue
caressed his hand. They stood so for
pome seconds, then Seth drew the child
into the broad band of moonlight and
looked at him anxiously. "Poor little
chap ! " he said, passing his hand over the
toy's hair; "poor little chap!" The
man's own face was almost ghastly, it
was so thin and sunken. On his left cheek
there was a long, angry-looking scar, as
though some flying bullet had seared the
flesh and gone its way. The child raised
his finger and touched it.
"What hurted you, Seth?" he asked.
"Me?" asked the man, evasively.
"Why — why — see here, Phil," he said,
abruptly, "I'm hungry. Is there any-
thing to eat?"
"Bread," said the boy, "and cold bacon
and some beans. Father left a lot for me,
but I don't want to eat when you're away
— it hurts me here," putting his .hand
to his throat.
Together they walked to the low-swung
f afe. There was a rude ladder beside it.
that led to an unfurnished room above.
The man half leaned, half sat upon it and
ate ravenously, filling his pockets with
what was left.
"Now, Phil," lie said, drawing the boy
to him. "I want to talk to you — to talk
just as if you were a man. Will you try
hard to understand?" The child nodded.
"Well," continued Maroux, "I'm going
away to-night, and I came here to say
good-bye. But you mustn't let anyone
know I've been here, Phil. You hear,
don't you? You mustn't let anybody
know. If you did — " he shivered a little.
The boy clung to him without a word.
"They are looking for me now," the man
went on. "They want to hurt me, but,
Phil," he said, laying his rough cheek
against the little face; "you'll always
love me, won't you?"
"Always," sobbed the child; "oh, Seth-
le, always!"
Just then a faint, strange cry broke the
stillness. It sounded a mile away. The
man sprang to his feet, straining the boy
to his breast. Mose, too, heard it, and
was on the alert in a moment. Again
and again it came, each time a little more
distinct.
"My God," cried the man, "Not that!"
He hastened to the window, still hold-
ing the child convulsively. On the trail
to the plateau lights danced like fireflies
among the trees, and the low coyote-like
cry of the hound came ever nearer.
"Phil," cried the man in a spasm of
dread, "don't you understand what It is?"
In his helplessness he turned to the
child. "What shall I do, Phil? Where
ran I hide?" He shook the little fellow
roughly. "Tell me, where can I hide?"
"You hided in the big-leafed tree, when
wo played," said the boy slowly; then he
and Mose were alone.
A heavy, low hung cloud had swuns
across the moon, and a night wind shiv-
ered along the plateau. The baying of
the hound was very near now; it had a
strange thirsty sound, and the flickerlns
ifghts of the torches showed dark mount*
'^d flgures on the trail. The glossy
leaves of the madronos rustled a little,
and one tiny ray of light filtered Its
way through the branches, and rested on
a pair of fierce, wide eyes. Morgan, the
sheriff, was the first to reach the cabin.
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He rode slowly round it, but Brandy, a
eatin-coated dog, gave one triumphant
yelp, and tracked straight to the door.
"Um-humph!" said the Sheriff, "1
thought so!" He swung off from his
horse and tied him to the madrono tree,
then leaned carelessly against the smooth
rec trunk and waited for the others. A
hand crept through the leaves; one finger
rested lightly on a slim trigger and a
steel-rimmed mouth was pressed almost
to the Sheriff's head, and drawn back
again. Just then the other men came
up; there were four of them.
"We've got him, easy enough," laughed
Morgan, with a sideways motion of his
head toward the house. ''You take the
door, Ralston," he went on, "and Roberts
and Frank the window. Casey will come
T/ith me, though I don't Imagine we'll
have much trouble; we're too many for
him. And that half-witted kid—" his
voice softened — ^*'poor little shaver!"
He drew out a pair of handcuffs and
passed them to his deputy, felt mechani-
cally for his revolver, and sauntered to-
wards the cabin. The door was unfast-
ened and yielded easily. Brandy, with
an impatient whine, pushed his way in
ahead, and stood sniffing a moment in
perplexity. The light that Morgan car-
ried revealed a cheerless little room,
bare save for a few homely necessaries.
On the strip of sheepskin before the bed
sat Phil, with his arms about his dog.
"Where's Seth Maroux?" asked the
Sheriff, abruptly.
The child rubbed his eyes in a fright-
ened, sleepy way, and began to cry.
"None of that, now!" said the man.
"We won't hurt you; we want Seth
Marouz; where is he?"
"You can't get brains out of an Idiot,"
muttered Casey.
Brandy was making frantic circles
round the room, with his nose to the
floor, and giving intermittent yelps of
rage. Mose had risen, and his lithe,
wolfish figure slunk among the shadows
to the door. He was very quiet; his
bristly gray hair stood erect along his
back and neck; his eyes grew small and
red, but nobody observed him.
"Look here, boy," said Morgan, "we
know Maroux is here. Tell us where —
that's a good little chap." He held out
a silver quarter invitingly. Brandy was
sniffing in excitement at the safe,
and a look of cunning crept into the
child's eyes.
"He hided from me once up there," he
said meditatively, pointing to the ladder.
"Why, of course," chuckled the Sheriff.
The two men climbed cautiously up. It
was very still in the little room below, ex-
cept for the yelping of the hound in his
vain efforts to follow. When they came
down again, Casey was in advance; his
dark face was livid with anger. "You
young blackguard," he cried, "you ugly
half-witted brat!" and he brought his
hand across the boy's face with a sting-
ing blow. "I've a notion to thrash you
till you can't stand! When did Marouz
go away?"
The boy was quivering with pain, but
he looked defiantly up into the man's
face.
"My Sethle told me not to tell," he
said.
Just then Brandy gave a long tremu-
lous bay, and started for the door. At
the threshold a gray object leaped from
the shadow, and Mose's white fangs were
fastened in the bloodhound's throat.
Over and over they rolled, hissing and
frothing in rage. Roberts and Frank
left their posts at the windows; Ralston
left his at the door, and nobody knew
that a figure had dropped from the ma-
drono tree, nor that Morgan's horse was
untied and was threading his way up
through the manzanita to the open,
thence to speed away over the mountain.
In the cabin all was excitement, for Mose
was getting the best of it.
"Shoot the cur!" yelled Ralston, and
Casey leveled his revolver.
"Oh, Mosie, Mosie!" cried the child,
running toward him. Then two hot-tem-
pered bullets whined in the air, and some-
thing fell.
"My God!" exclaimed the Sheriff, "it's
the kid!"
The smoke cleared and the men drag-
ged the dogs apart, but the child lay with
a warm red stream soaking one little
sleeve. Morgan picked him up, and laid
him gently on the bed. The boy's lips
moved, and the man bent close to him.
"You hurted," he said, "but I didn't
tell!"
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CROSS ROADS
BY. MARY HARDING.
^ T took a great length of time for
i people to decide that the Harringtons
< ' had separated, but when Jack Har-
rington cruised on his yacht for
months and months, and Mrs. Jack pro-
longed her stay on the continent Indefin-
itely, "society" began to think that there
was some truth In the rumor after all.
Finally, "poor Jack," as his friends
for some occult reason always dubbed
him, went oft with a friend to India —
"tiger hunting," he said, but those who
knew of the dangerous epidemic of fever
that was raging there at the time sur-
mised that if there was any hunting to
be done, he would be the one to be
caught, and Death would be the tiger.
It was then that little pink and white
blondes, attired in frills and lace, would
sit and nibble cake and drink weak tea
from tiny Dresden cups, and murmur
to their dearest friends that the truth
was out at last — ^the Harringtons had
separated. How dreadful! Their mam-
mas said that it was a discreet way of do-
ing it. What was the use of scenes? And
still worse it was to live In the same
house and yet be thousands of miles
apart, and call each other "My dear" at
teas. Going abroad indefinitely or cruis-
ing or hunting, was so much better; truly
they had behaved admirably to the end.
The truth was that the rupture in the
Harrington's career of true love was due
to a mere trifie, but it was as damning
as sworn evidence could ever be. There
are some things a wife can explain to her
husband, and then, there are others that
not all the inventive genius, of which
some women are capable on occasions,
could explain or construe into an appear-
ance of Innocence. It happened in this
wise. Harrington had a "best friend."
Now, in books or sermons, a "best friend"
seems to be a thing greatly to be coveted,
but in real life, when one has a handsome
wife, they do not always prove to be such
a boon. Reynolds' name was whispered
about at the club in connection with
Mrs. Jack's, no one knew exactly why.
Of course, being a particular friend of
her husband's he was there more often
than the rest, but he was no more atten-
tive to her than any man should be to
a married woman — that Is, according to
the ethics of the "smart set" to which
they belonged. Harrington knew that
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Reynolds admired his wife, but who could
help doing that. He was used to having
men admire her. She was always such
a vision of loveliness, with her heavy
gold hair, violet eyes, and pouting rose-
bud mouth. Truly it was always a marvel
to him that such an angel of loveliness
and beauty should ever have cared for
him; to be sure, he was rich and good-
looking, and a few other things, but
what was that in comparison — ^to her.
Ho could hear his friends gush about her
with a certain tolerance, for he felt per-
fect confidence and security in her love,
and why not? She was a model wife.
But the tabbies at the club whispered
over their high balls, and awaited de-
velopments.
He remembered once, not so very long
ago, how foolish he had been. He had re-
turned rather earlier than usual, and,
glad at the thought^ of spending a few
delicious moments with her, had hurried
up stairs. The little luxurious nest, with
its divan piled up with cushions of rose
and white, and the palest of nile green
satin, was empty. He was about to enter
the adjoining room, when Mrs. Jack
opened the door. She held her skirt
a bit high about the daintiest of high-
heeled slippers; her hair was rakishly
tumbled; flushed, smiling, with a loving
look of welcome in her eyes, she present-
ed a charming picture, but his attention
was centered elsewhere for once, for
on top of one of the dainty white cush-
ions was a little heap of gray ashes, and
the room was strangely redolent of to-
bacco—not so very stale either. With
a laugh, Mrs. Jack came forward and
flecked them oft with her finger. "A
confession, my dear. A habit I have re-
cently learned. There is a fad just now
among us women for these entrancing
Russian cigarettes, and so I indulge; not
very often. Just once in a while when
I am nervous and distrait— waiting for
you!" His relief was so sudden and
overwhelming that it had almost seemed
to him as if he had been t)om again af-
ter centuries of torture. He took her in
bis arms, and choking something back
In his throat, kissed her. He had sworn
then that he would never defile her again
hr so much as a thought, and he had
kept his word. It was the first time
that suspicion had entered his soul, and
it had seared and scorched him, but he
had fiung it from him with loathing, and
had killed it, so he thought.
It was at a hunt breakfast a few weeks
after that "poor Jack" was made to real-
ize that a certain reptile, credited with
emerald eyes, was a very hard thing to
kill, and that, try as he wotUd, it hissed
and surged and tossed him about like
sea-wrack in a storm. One of Mrs. Jack's
cat-like enemies had taken him to one
side and had spoken of strange things —
of a rose and a kiss that were given to
Reynolds at a certain dance. She got
no further. He longed that she might
have been a man, so he could have struck
her; as it was, he could only Inform her
oX his implicit confidence and trust in
his wife, and of his immeasurable con-
tempt for such women as she. It was a
somewhat bitter revenge for the lady In
question. She had hoped for better
things. A few years back, before he had
met the present Mrs. Jack, she had been
very much in love with him, and had
let him know it, to no purpose. How ex-
quisite it would have been to have caused
him to find out that his marriage was
not quite such a success. On the way
home, he spoke of the occurrence to his
wife. "It was one of that idiotic, spiteful
Mrs. Van Alston's stories," she said.
When they reached home, Reynolds was
there. "Just fancy," Mrs. Jack cried
in her pretty little drawl, "what a dread-
ful story my old enemy, Mrs. Van Alston,
has seen fit to tell Jack." Then followed
a presentation of the episode that would
have done credit to a professional humor^
Ipt.
Jack smiled, and Reynolds laughed
lightly. "Of such are the Kingdom of
Heaven," he said, and then, changing
the subject, he drew something out of
his pocket. "What do you think of my
latest possession? I picked it up at a
curio store. It's the oddest pipe I think
I ever saw, and the inscription on it is
beyond me. See if you can make it out,"
he said, handing It to them. Mrs. Jack
gave a little shudder of disdain, and
turned away. "It's a horrible looking
thing," she said, "and it smells like a
whole pipe factory. I wouldn't have It
near me for worlds." It was ugly. The
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bowl represented a skull, there were
cross-bones all over it, and it was stained
and yellow with age. "You surely don't
intend to smoke it/' Jack said. "Why
not? That's what I bought it lor. It's a
first rate pipe, and I'm rather f ind of it.
You know how I like odd th ngo. 1 am
going to take it home with n. :d clean
it; and have it with me as my inseparable
companion, a sort of guardian angel,"
he concluded, as he laughingly put it
away.
Next morning, Jack was waiting in
the hall, writing a few lines of memo-
randa, when he heard his wife's name
mentioned. The voice was her maid's,
the recipient the coachman. "If I was
Mr. Jack," it said, "I'd just look out for
that lean, lank friend of his." He could
not hear the man's answer, it was too
low, but her reply was loud enough — ^it
seemed like a bombshell to his ears.
"Yes she does. I know it, I tell you.
Why, she's going to see him this very af-
ternoon. I heard her say so." There
was a slight scuffling sound, a smothered
exclamation of supposed wrath, the sound
of a kiss, and an exit. But of these things
he heard nothing. He put his hat on un-
steadily like a man under the Influence
of opium or drink. Mrs. Jack received
a telegram that morning saying he
would be detained until late that night —
important business.
At four o'clock there was a light hur-
ried step on the stairs. It rose and fell
in quick agitation — and then Jack stood
at his wife's door, his heart stiii, almost
lileless. She was reclining on a divan
reading the latest oook that he had
given her, a stirring tale of adventure.
He had never seen her look so lovely.
The excitement of the story had. whipped
a most becoming shade of rose in her
cheek; her hair was in tangled disarray,
like a sea of gold In a storm; an adorable
little lace petticoat fell beneath the loose
dressing Jacket. She looked up and
smiled. "Dear Jack," she murmured, "how
good of you to come home. I thought,
from your telegram that horrid old busi-
ness was going to keep you away all af-
ternoon."
He was a brute. He cursed himself
for his vile suspicions. How could he
suspect the dearest, truest, most charm-
ing little woman in the world. She
reached her hand V)ut to him, and he
started forward ready to cover it with
kisses, but as he passed the door that
led into his wife's bedroom, he stumbled
over a small object on the floor. With
a muttered imprecation he kicked it to
one side, and It fell directly between
them. His eyes unconsciously followed
it. They both glared.
"That's only your pipe, Jack," she said
and she laughed nervously, "you should
not get into such a rage about It — come
and kiss me."
He seemed to have become a living
statue.
"It isn't my pipe," he said; "it's Rey-
nold's."
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HOMING PIGEONS IN LOCAL LOFTS.
BY THEODORE GONTZ.
¥
HEN Morse so improved the
electric telegraph as to bring it
into common use, it was gener-
ally supposed that he had given
a more or less useful appliance to the
world; and in the light of recent history,
the unbiased observer cannot but admit
that the world's snap judgment on
Morse's invention erred on the side of
conservatism, if it erred at all. Yet
it will surprise that gifted person, the
"average reader," when I tell him that
burghers of Leyden in the 16th century
saved their city by means of an appliance
which, in its simplicity, puts the tele-
graph to tne blush, which runs less risk
of destruction at the hand of a watchful
enemy, and which will actually convey
news to print in less time than the latest
improved "ticker" at the railroad station.
This is a sweeping assertion, but facts
have proved it in a measure, and if my
statements do not carry sufficient weight
to convince, ask the viziers of Uncle
Sam why carrier pigeons are kept so
carefully against some fearful emergency
at our naval stations on Mare Island, at
Key West, at Norfolk, at Annapolis, at
Newport, and at Portsmouth. By this,
of course, I do not mean to say that tele-
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graph lines should be torn down, post and
wire, from the Atlantic to the Pacific
seaboard, and pigeon lofts erected in
their stead, but I maintain that even in
our advanced age there may be times of
stress when the primitive instinct of a
home-bound dove may save the American
Republic as it saved the Dutch Republic
of yore; that the bird which bore the
green branch to Noah's ark may prove
of more actual benefit to a distressed
people than all the artificial devices
a number of smaller towns each owning
its model cotes, with a plentiful number
of homers of fine breed. Some years ago
the Chamber of Commerce of San Fran-
cisco voted to maintain a regular pigeon
post between the city and the Farallone
Islands — a wise precaution in case of
emergency.
Among local lofts are George Q. Gauld's
"Presidio Lofts," and E. G. Koenig's "Sun-
set Cote," both of which are stocked with
birds of fine pedigree and fitted out with
The electric trap.
which our great age has originated.
For many years past the breeding of
homing pigeons has been popular in Cali-
fornia. The birds were first introduced
among us by the Germans who, not for-
getting the story of their cousins, the
Dutch, are nationally great fanciers of the
beautiful birds. Of late the number of
fanciers has increased until to-day good
lofts are numerous in our State, San
Francisco, Sacramento, Los Angeles and
the latest improvements for timing and
breeding. An up-to-date pigeon loft is
no simple matter. The house must be
airy but free from draught, since even
California pigeons are prone to consump-
tion. Mated pigeons are given their
separate nests with numbers to corres-
pond with that of the aluminum band
which every high-born pigeon has placed
about his ankle at babyhood. The nests
are well bedded with tobacco stalks.
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At the finish of a race.
left the Wells Fargo depot in San Jose
in a rain storm with a high wind blowing
head on. The bird was released at 1
p. m. and was recorded as arrived at 2 : 17.
In 1899 several birds were released as
an experiment from Shell Mound picnic
grounds, bearing to a San Francisco
daily newspaper the results of a race.
Ten minutes after the sending of the
message the news was printed and in the
hands of newsboys. Those who have
cursed the slowness of the American
messenger boy may appreciate such
promptness. On May 25, 1898, at the
memorable departure of the First Cali-
fornia Volunteers, the same famous
homer, "Lady Ray," was sent with the
following message to a San Francisco
newspaper:
"On Board the U. S. Transport City of
Peking, off Point Bonito. — San Francisco
has done herself credit. No troops de-
parting for war have ever received such
an ovation; I would thank you to send
to my wife a copy of the issue describing
which answer all purposes and effect-
tively prevent the encroachment of those
vermin which prey upon domestic fowls.
But most marvellous among the con-
veniences which I have seen is the elec-
tric trap, the tell-tale device which re-
cords the entrance of the birds and tells
instantly the result of a race. The trap
as shown in the illustration accompany-
ing this article, is composed of some half-
dozen metal bars hung by hinges at the
top to the inside of a small oblong win-
dow. At the beginning of a race all the
birds not concerned are shut away in a
small compartment at the back of the
loft so as not to interfere with the racers.
All free entrances to the loft are shut,
leaving no opening but that over which the
small hinge bars hang. The pigeons
immediately make for the trap and, pass-
ing in, swing up the wire bars which
stand in their way. The swinging of the
bars creates an electric current which
passes over the wire to the residence of
the owner, simultaneously ringing a bell
and stopping the hands of a patent clock.
The speed and persistence of a homing
pigeon is almost beyond belief. In 1897
"Lady Ray," belonging to a local fancier.
Stop clock and electric bell.
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the departure of the transports. Her
address is Mrs. W. C. Gibson, 62 Cam-
bridge Place, Brooklyn, N. Y. The First
California is as yet raw, but in a short
time will be in good shape to meet the
Dons. No finer material for making good
soldiers ever enlisted under our flag.
Everything is working finely. The
weather is fine, the omens are propitious.
We expect to make a good run to Hono-
lulu.
W. C. GIBSON,
Commander U. S. N."
The message was written on a sheet of
tissue paper, rolled and thrust into a
quill which was tied to the bird's tail.
In 25 minutes from the departure the mes-
sage was in the hands of the printer.
Late in April, this year, some remark-
able records were made in San Francisco
during the first race of the season held
by the California Pigeon and Homing So-
ciety. A large number of birds were re-
leased at Redding, their course to be a lit-
tle over 194 miles to San Francisco. The
birds were released at 7:01 a. m., and the
winning homer — a bird belonging to
J. S. Barnes' lofts — arrived at 10:08 a. m.,
the course being covered in three hours,
Shipping basket, (l-loming pigeons.)
Catching birds for shipment.
seven and a quarter minutes. A pigeon
only four months and twelve days old
covered 1732 yards a minute in the same
race.
Racing pigeons are shipped to the
starting point in shipping baskets which
are generally entrusted to local Wells
Fargo agents. The pigeons are freed
through a small lid in the roof, a stop-
watch recording the time. An accom-
panying illustration shows a pigeon fan-
cier preparing to ship a bird which he has
caught in the net he holds.
The home life of these high-bred birds
is an interesting one. Passionately fond
of their nests, their young, their mates
and all things that pertain to home, it is
interesting to note how strongly the rul-
ing instinct, that will carry them un-
erringly through miles of space, is mani-
fested in the domestic retreat. Mated
pigeons are "married" for life, and any
deviation from faithfulness on the part
of the birds is practically unknown to
breeders. The hatching of eggs is not
left selfishly to either husband or wife,
as among so many other species of birds,
but is generally shared by both parties
to the contract. It is interesting to note
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with what regularity "shifts" are changed
during the sixteen days of Incubation.
From 10 till 3 o'clock dally, the mother
bird sits on the eggs, and at the latter
hour the father takes his turn and gives
the wife a chance for an outing.
As a staple of diet wheat Is fed regular-
ly, only the cleanest and most perfect
grains being allowed. Unclean wheat
causes "canker," a prevalent disease
among pigeons. Marble dust Is kept
always on hand, not as food, but as a
"grinder" to be taken Into the crop. The
average pigeon consumes about a pound
of marble dust each year. Hemp-seed
Is fed, but only sparingly. It Is considered
a great delicacy among the dwellers of the
lofts, and on the occasions when this
seed Is fed the pigeons behave much
like children enjoying a Christmas dinner.
Herewith is given an Illustration of a
"detention shed" In a local loft. The
pigeons confined behind the screen were
not bom In this loft, but were imported
at an early age from various cotes about
the State. The prisoners in this shed
are only kept for breeding purposes and
are never entered Into a race or allowed
a moment's liberty, for should any of
them be freed, even after years of resi-
dence away from their native lofts, they
would return instantly to their first home.
Of late years the uses of the homing
pigeon have Increased. To-day every
Isolated light house or signal station
along the Coast has its loft to bear sig-
nals of distress or to transact necessary
business. Many remote wheat and sheep
ranches in California and New Mexico
have also used pigeons to advantage as
a means of Inter-communlcatlon and the
raising of h(»ulng stock has become a
pleasant vocation as well as a mere hobby
to the lonely ranchers whom necessity
has removed far from the noisy centres
of modem life.
THE OREGON RUFFED GROUSE.
BY HERBERT BASHFORD
A lover of dim ways in woodland shade
Is he whose martial music shakes the still,
Cool air where lilacs drowse and silver rill
Alone draws light adown the gloomy glade,
And, deep within the hush, dark moss is laid
That Solitude may roam from hill to hill
With soundless tread, and, where no bird's glad trill
Ere breaks the iron silence God has made.
To haunt the ancient wood is his delight.
Beneath low-drooping boughs that shadow all
The dreamy pools, and when, care-worn, we come
To where the wilderness makes of the night
A dusky slave forever held in thrall,
How sweet to hear the throbbing of his drum!
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BY HELEN SHAFTER.
CROSS the Potrero the first cool
light of early morning sought to
penetrate the dark border of pines.
In the open an occasional green
shrub gave character to the colorless
level of sun-dried brake. Toward the
middle of the slope, two does suddenly
made their appearance from the forest,
stepping through the ferns with dainty
tread, in search of the fresh green food
beneath. Once they raised their heads
and stood intent, but soon dropped them
again to their interrupted repast. A
young woman, standing in the border of
pines to the left, raised her gun at their
appearance, but seeing the dearth of
horns, let it drop to a level again. To the
right a man hidden behind a bush, gazed
intently in the direction from which the
does had come. Suddenly a dark head,
crowned with a graceful pair of antlers,
rose sharply against the green of the for-
est. With one report, two shots rang
out on the morning air, and the buck,
with a start and a bound, fell forward on
his knees, then keeled over into the fern.
A cry of surprise issued from the lips of
the man, but the girl rushed forward with
eager delight, until she had reached the
fallen beauty of the forest. Her gaze
of mingled triumph and pity, changed
suddenly to amazement when a man ap-
peared in the bracken opposite her.
There was nothing very alarming about
his looks, however, as he seemed per-
fectly civilized, in an up-to-date corduroy
hunting suit. Notwithstanding the look
of astonishment on his face, he smilingly
took off his hat, and said:
"Not a baa shot for my second deer — do
you think so?"
At this the young lady reddened slight-
ly.
"But for my first shot, I think it was
better," and she darted a defiant glance
in his direction.
Well, this was a fix to be in and Warren
saw a bet of twenty dollars at the club
fade slowly away, beneath the gaze of
this scornful druidess.
"Oh, undoubtedly, if you can add a Q.
B. D. to that remark," he ventured, in a
faint hope of confounding her through
unaccustomed channels.
For a second she looked doubtfully at
the animal at her feet, then suddenly
turned to him with a brightened ex-
expression.
"I never was good in mathematics —
no doubt you, with your knowledge, can
solve the problem much better than I."
An expression of some interest came over
his face at the saucy impudence of the
retort, which was deepened by a better
view of the young lady herself. She had
very frank, blue eyes, and carried her
brown head with a certain haughty grace
that fitted in very well with the freedom
of the scene. She was evidently worth
placating.
"I would not be the one to gainsay you,
Fm sure," he answered. Stooping over
the prostrate buck, he turned its head to
one side, and showed a wound through
the temple.
"And where is your shot? Didn't you
hit him at all?" she asked quickly, with
a defiant air, but down-cast eyes.
"Evidently not; I'm not in luck to-day,
it would seem," he remarked with quiet
sarcasm.
"Oh, do you think so?" and the young
lady looked a little nettled. After a
short silence she remarked: "Fm really
very sorry you should be so unlucky." As
he did not deign an answer, she contin-
ued: "Are you really so awfully cut up
about it?"
"If I measured my sorrow by your sym-
pathy, it would be truly heart-rending, I
am sure," he answered in his former
tone.
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"And if I should liken sympathy to
pearls, I should feel as if I were wasting
them awfully, just now," was the quick
retort.
He flushed slightly — ^then deliberately
seated himself beside the fallen buck,
touching its silken hide gently with one
hand.
"Two victims, slain by your cruel darts.
My place shall be by my brother in mis-
fortune," he replied.
"But you have the power to arise,"
she said, smiling hopefully.
"Not until Circe lifts her spell," and he
crossed his arms and gazed at her with
mock gallantry.
A fallen log lay near, and on this she
perched herself, resting her face on her
hand.
"I could almost make up my mind to
spend the whole morning here — I often
do, and it is lovely — only this morning
there seems to be something that takes
away the usual charm," she remarked,
meditatively.
They sat there in uninterrupted silence
for several minutes. He thought this
wasn't suca a bad sort of way to spend
a holiday — by the side of a very charm-
ing, if somewhat headstrong young wo-
man. The experience was really worth
the buck, but there was no hurry about
retiring from his position. The morning
was still young, and — well, they were
young, too. His complacency was soon
destroyed, however, by a sharp pain that
darted through his arm. Looking down,
to his great surprise he noticed a tiny
stream of blood trickling down his wrist.
He glanced quickly at the girl, but saw
she had not observed his movement. Just
thefi she arose with a little yawn, and
said she thought she would go on and get
her horse, as he must be restless, stand-
ing in the bush so long. With an agility
that betokened familiarity with tramping
over rough ground, she made her way
through the brake in the direction of the
woods.
Warren pulled up his sleeve as far as
it would go, ana found a wound that ap-
peared to have broken a blood vessel.
Like a flash he realized the truth. The
young woman's bullet had grazed his
arm. This was conclusive proof as to
the merits of their dispute, anyway. But
with the certainty of success, all desire
for the buck seemed to desert him en-
tirely. "If I let her know about this, it
will distress her needlessly. I'll say
nothing about it," he thought. Fasten-
ing his handi^erchief roughly about his
arm with the help of his teeth, he pulled
his sleeve into place again.
Across the open the girl came, canter-
ing over stumps and ferns, riding astride,
as is the fashion of the west, in short
skirts and leggings. She rode up beside
the deer, and stood there looking down
upon it, with a puzzled expression.
"Shall I tell you what you are thinking
about?" he asked with a smile.
"As I am very conscious of the weight
of my thoughts, I would not have you
burdened unnecessarily," she answered,
with a sly glance at his face.
"You are really charming," he thought,
"and I am going to take you by surprise."
"But you will allow me to help you up
with the weight of that deer, at any rate,
will you not?"
She gave him one dazzling look of
thanks, and, as she dropped her gaze
again, he thought he saw her lip tremble
slightly.
"You are very kind, I'm sure. I don't
know whether I ought to accept it or not,
under the circumstances," she ventured.
He laughed lightly, and jumped from
his seat on the ground. As he did so,
his head seemed a little dizzy, and for a
second he did not feel quite sure of his
footing. Nevertheless, he held out his
hand to her, and she sprang lightly to the
ground.
"He's an awfully big fellow, and quite
a load for one man and a girl to lift,"
she said. "I make it a consideration that
you take half of the venison home —
— please," she added, wistfully.
"Why, and is venison so precious?" he
laughed.
"Oh, I see, it's the honor you value,"
and she drew her brows together in deep
thought.
"Oh, I have a splendid plan," she cried*
suddenly, her face full of mischief. "You
take half the deer, and tell your expect-
ant friends that in an excess of gallantry
you gave the other half to a young lady
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— ^whom you know — ^and I will tell my
people that I met a poor young man who
looked hungry and miserable, and I gave
half of my deer to him. How does that
strike you?"
"Well, let me think — I will on one con-
dition, and that is that you go with me
as a surety to my tale."
"Why, will you need one?" she an-
swered, doubtfully.
"Well, if you must know — it pains me
to tell you — ^they would never believe me
capable of such generosity, unless they
saw you. You would be convincing."
She blushed and turned her head away
as she answered:
"We can settle that question later. It
is a mere detail."
Warren felt satisfied — ^that meant her
company on the way home. Meantime,
his head did not feel any steadier, and
he lifted the deer with some qualms as to
his strength. As he gave it the final
lunge onto the horse, he felt something
in his arm give way. He felt a hot flood
Sush down his hand, and before he knew
what had happened, his senses sank into
nothingness. Ten minutes later he felt
a soft hand pushing back his hair, and a
sound of suppressed sobs close to his
ears.
"Oh, I have killed him— killed him—
and all the time he never let me know,"
she sobbed.
Consciousness came back very quickly,
but he kept his eyes closed, as he felt the
thrill of the cool hands on his face. How-
ever, a light kiss on his brow left him no
choice but to glance up quickly and meet
two startled blue eyes looking into his
own.
"Oh, I thought you were dead," she
whispered, faintly.
"Please don't explain; I am all too sure
of that," he answerecl.
"Does it pain you very much?" she
asked, anxiously. "I've done It up with
a handkerchief twisted around with a
stone in it, and 1 don't think it can bleed
any more."
"I'm all right, only don't take your
hand away; I might faint again, you
know," he answered, meekly.
She immediately drew it away. "I
think you will live this time — ^long
enough to shoot your third deer," she
added, demurely.
His expression wnn such that she rose
precipitately, and asked him if he would
like a drink of water. Without waiti^
for an answer, she untied a tin cup from
the saddle, and ran off through the ferns
toward the forest.
When she returned, sedately carrying
the cup of water, he had arisen to a sit-
ing posture, but looked very pale and
wan. She gave him the water, and
watched him with a sober face while he
drank it.
"Now, I suppose I had better hurry
home and send somebody up for you,"
she said.
"And leave me to keel over again," he
answered in an abused tone, internally
making up his mind to make the most of
this unexpected thaw.
"Oh, then I won't, but how will you get
back?" she asked, anxiously. "Perhaps
with my help and the horse — why can't I
dump the deer off?" she cried with a look
of inspiration.
He looked at her with a twinkle in his
eyes, while she colored vividly.
"That precious deer is finally ousted, it
would seem," he remarked with satisfac-
tion— but strictly to himself. "That is a
sacrifice that I could not possibly ac-
cept," he answered aloud. "I think that
by proceeding slowly, with your kind as-
sistance and the horse's, I will have no
trouble in walking home."
The trip home would not have been a
record-breaker, but it was eventually ar-
ranged that, to prevent accidents in the
future, they would stand on the same side
of the Potrero when they went hunting.
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Rose Carnival and Santa Clara Valley
BY H. L. WELLS.
PROM ocean to ocean in his recent
tour of the country, and from
South to North along the entire
coast line of the Pacific, President Mc-
Kinley must have failed to find a spot
that appealed so much to his sense of
beauty and suggested to him so much of
comfort and prosperity and happiness of
the people as the lovely valley of Santa
Clara. His train descended into it from
the redwood forests of the Santa Cruz
Mountains, ushering him suddenly into
a perfect garden of Eden, a garden of
fruits and flowers as far as the eye could
see, of grassy meadows and parks of live
oak trees, of vineyards, of towns and cit-
ies, and schools and churches, and pros-
perous and happy people; of bright and
sunny skies and cool ocean breezes; the
very garden spot of California, and repre-
sentative of all for which that name
stands the world over.
Not content with showing the Presi-
dent the wonderful natural beauties of
the valley, the people prepared for his
delectation a carnival of roses, a ffite of
flowers, in which millions of the beauti-
ful blooms that make the scene bright
the whole year round, but in which na-
ture especially revels in the springtime,
were displayed in numerous ways for his
enjoyment. The streets were gayly and
profusely decorated with redwood boughs
and palm leaves and flowers, and huns
with national flags and carnival flags
of gold and crimson; enormous and beau-
tiful floral arches were constructed in
the public park, and especially made for
the astonishment and delight of the
President was a huge bouquet twenty
feet high and a hundred feet in circum-
ference, and containing more than a ton
of flowers. There was a floral parade of
half a hundred floats, representative of
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many beautiful conceptions, most of
them prepared by the public schools,
with illuminations and illustrated con-
certs at night, an illuminated parade, a
battle of flowers, and numerous other
carnival features that continued three
days and nights. Not the least enjoy-
able must have been the drive through
the orchards and over the splendid high-
ways and along the shaded avenues lead-
mer nights, is to be found concentrated
in the lovely, valley of the Santa Clara.
Here the orange and the lemon and the
flg grow by the side of the prune, the
pear and the cherry; here the eye at
times rests upon a mantle of snow on
the summit of the encircling mountains,
and at the same time upon the equally
white calla lily growing by thousands in
the valley, with geraniums, roses, and
Artesian well near San Joae.
ing to them. The many distinguished vis-
itors who took this drive in the enforced
absence of the President may well have
fftllen captive to the charms of the val-
ley and the floral greeting extended to
them.
All that the word "California'' stands
for in fruits and flowers, sunshine and
balmy breezes, mountain and valley,
field and meadow, trees and running
streams, delightful winters and cool sum-
palm trees to keep them company; here
the temperate zone and the tropic mingle
their climate and their products; here
may be found the delights of every
special section of the State, unaccompan-
ied by the drawbacks to be found in the
regions where those delights are the
special and only attractive features; here
one may literally live under his own vine
and flg tree without the climatic dis-
comforts associated in the mind with the
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habitat of those tropic growths; here one
may be comfortable both In summer and
winter, and enjoy life in its fullest meas-
ure, with the beauties of nature en-
hanced by the skilled and loving hand of
art, with a veritable horn of plenty pour-
ing into his lap the bountiful products of
the soil, the tree, and the vine; here is
the ideal home of the man who has
fought the strenuous battle of life and
desires to pass its afternoon and even-
ing in quiet enjoyment of all that nature
can provide of beauty and bounty for his
delectation; here, too, the man who still
must struggle for the rewards of toil that
may bless him and his family, finds in or-
chard, vineyard, and garden a golden op-
portunity, amid surroundings of comfort
and facilities for enjoyment of life not
found elsewhere in this broad expanse of
the Union.
The Santa Clara Valley lies at the head
of San fYancisco bay and around and to
the South of it, and is enclosed by the
Mount Hamilton and Santa Cruz Moun-
tains, portions of which are embraced
with the valley in the limits of Santa
Clara county. Within these limits is an
area of a million acres, most of which is
under such a high state of cultivation
that the assessed valuation of property
reaches the enormous total of $51,000,000
on a very low percentage of valuation, as
compared to the actual market value of
the property. Within this area lives a
population of 60,216, nearly one-half of
them outside the limits of any city or
town, while of property valuations more
than two-thirds are outside municipal
limits. These figures, eloquent as they
are of rural prosperity, fall utterly to
convey an adequate impression of the
wealth, contentment and comfort of the
thousands who live in the beautiful rural
homes that line the splendid thorough-
fares ramifying the county, and gain a
livelihood from the cultivation of the
soil, the vine and the tree.
This state of prosperity, of high culti-
vation of the soil, of high development
of the comforts, the arts, the productive-
ness and graces of advanced civilization,
has been the work of but half a century
of American enterprise, in startling con-
trast with a longer period of stagnation
and arrestea development under the rule
of the Spaniard and Mexican. In 17 6d
the first missionary explorers of Spain
gazed upon the valley from the crest of
the encircling mountains. It was then
one vast meadow of waving grass and
blooming wild fiowers, with thousands
of beautiful oak trees dotting it and con-
verting it into a mighty park, such as the
hand of art would try in vain to imitate.
A few years later a mission was estab-
lished in the valley among the simple
natives that occupied it, and in 1787 the
pueblo of San Jose was founded, a mere
collection of adobe huts, where the indo-
lent Spaniard idled away his time and
made only such exertion as was neces-
sary to win from the bountiful earth the
meagre sustenance he required. Thus it
remained for half a century, growing
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somewhat in population and the number
of its habitations, while great herds of
cattle grazed on its grassy meadows and
foothills. Then came a change, grad-
ually at first, and finally with a rush like
the sweep of an avalanche. In 1830 the
first Americans straggled into this coun-
try and saw that it was good. They set-
tled down to live. Each year thereafter
a few more came, until, in 1846, when
Fremont raised the standard of the
United States and began his conquest,
there were enough in this valley and
other portions of the State adjacent to it
to form the small battalion with which he
fought the Mexican rulers of the State.
In 1848 the treaty was signed with
Mexico which gave California to the
that sprang up, or were engaged in trans-
porting supplies to and from the mines.
Then it was that the value of the valley
grapes and fruit, already demonstrated
through a long series of years in a small
way by the Spaniards, was recognized
and the foundation was laid for the won-
derful development of the present time.
Since that time the history of the valley
has been one of cumulative American
enterprise nnd energy, with such results
as have not been accomplished elsewhere
through many generations of cultivation
of tree and vine in the most favored re-
gions of the earth.
One of the oldest and best-known resi-
dents of the valley, the late Judge Bel-
den, a few years ago gave the following
Insane Asylum, Agnews, Santa Clara County.
United States, and the same year was
made that era-making discovery of gold
at Sutter's Mill in the foothills of the
Sierras. Then came the avalanche. In
a year thousands of gold-hunters poured
into California, and in another year the
State was admitted into the Union as a
full-fledged commonwealth, without un-
dergoing the usual preliminary period of
territorial government. Then it was that
the genial climate and the prolific soil
of Santa Clara Valley drew thousands
of these new-comers, who took up land
and began cultivating it to feed the other
thousands who were engaged in the fev-
erish search for gold in the mountains
and foothills, or had embarked in busi-
ness in San Francisco and other cities
eloquent tribute to its charms:
"To the visitor approaching the Santa
Clara Valley each mile traversed ushers
in some delightful surprise, introduces
a new climate. If his advent be from
the north, the hills of scanty verdure
which encircle the bay recede upon either
hand, and assume a softer contour and
richer garb. The narrow roadway that
skirts the salt marsh has widened to a
broad and fertile valley that stretches
as far as the eye can reach, in luxuriant
fields of grass and grain, and miles upon
miles of thrifty orchards. Bordering
this verdant plain, in hues and splendors
all their own, come the hills, and into
the recesses of these hills creep the little
valleys, and as they steal away in their
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festal robes, they whisper of beauties
beyond as yet unseen. In full keeping
with the transformed landscape is the
change of climate. The harsh, chill winds
that pour in through the Golden Gate,
and sweep over the peninsula, have
abated their rough vigor as they spreal
over the valley, and, softened as they
mingle with the currents from the soatic.
meet as a zephyr in the widening plain.
"If the approach be from the south
the traveler wearied with the desert
fruit, while the first rain brings again
the verdure and the beauty of spring.
*An ocean of beauty!' exclaims the
charmed beholder!"
A drive through the orchard region,
such as was so recently enjoyed by the
members of the President's party and
those accompanying Governor Nash of
Ohio, is one of continued charm and
enjoyment, whether it be taken in
the early spring, with the orchards
laden with the beautiful and scented
Auditorium, Victory Theatre, San Jose.
and its hot, dry air, is conscious of a
sudden change. The sterile desert has
become a beautiful plain, and the air
that comes as balm to the parched
lungs is cool and soft and moist with
the tempered breath of the sea. If it
be spring or early summer, miles upon
miles stretches the verdant plain; over
it troops sunshine and shadow; across
it ripple the waves. Summer but
changes the hue and heaps the plains
with abundant harvests of grain and
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blooms, or during the long sea-
son of fruitage, which lasts from May
until October. Yet it is in the springtime,
when the orchards constitute one vast
garden of flowers and the balmy spring
air is in the nostrils and the rich golden
hue of the California poppy tints the
waysides and meadows, that such a drive
yields its keenest delights. Imagination
fails to conjure up the picture of a more
delightful scene or supply the substance
of more perfect enjoyment of the handi-
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work of nature aided and developed by
the labor of man. The roads are broa(fN
and well-kept boulevards leading through
the very heart of the orchards, which
border them for miles on either hand.
One continuous mass of bloom etretches
beyond the range of vision, while the
air is laden with the perfume they ex-
hale. The bright pink blossoms of the
peach mingle with the pure white of the
cherry, made warm by the reddish brown
tint of the bare limbs behind them, while
the smaller prune blossoms amid the
two months, and during all that period
its delights may be experienced, though
it is during the month of March that
nature riots the most in the orchards,
because of the predominance of the
prune, peach, apricot and cherry.
Not the least interesting feature of the
drive through the orchard region is the
numerous ornamental trees that line the
driveways here and there, making ave-
nues of date and fan palms, of walnut
trees, of pepper trees and of the giant
and graceful eucalyptus, or Australian
Residence of J. H. Campbell, San Jose.
budding green leaves of the trees give
to the miles of prune orchards a charac-
teristic gray effect that dominates all.
Earlier come the white blossoms of the
almond, and later the pink and white
apple blossoms, the most beautiful of
all, companion with the pear blossoms
to keep this orchard carnival for many
weeks. From the time the almond trees
whiten early in February until the last
of the apple blossoms disappear, there
is a continuous blossoming for nearly
gum trees. Many such avenues as these
lead from the main roads up to the tree-
embowered homes of the orchardists.
These are not the typical rural homes
of the ordinary agricultural districts, but
resemble more the well-kept residences
and grounds of the suburbs of a city, as
in fact they are. Ornamental shade
trees, magnolias, palms, peppers, elms,,
lindens, and conifers, with well-kept
lawns and a profusion of flowers, carriage
ways and graveled walks, all bear wit-
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Prominent members of Executive Committee, Rose Carnival, San Jose :
1. A. Qreeninger, Director General. 2. Mayor C. J. Martin. 3. James D.
Miner. 4. Captain A. B. Cash, Grand Marshal. 5. Dr. H. C. Brown. 6. W. C. qT^
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Greeting Arch.
ness to the presence of culture, refine-
ment and prosperity. At the gate of
each, with scarcely an exception, are to
he found the mail box of the United
^tates rural delivery and the paper box
of the San Jose daily papers. Every
morning before breakfast for a distance
of thirty miles the papers are placed in
those boxes by a corps of bicycle carriers,
and again in the evening, this perfect
distribution being rendered possible by
/the splendid macadamized roads that
^.cover the county like a gridiron. What
these roads are and what they mean to
the orchardist and the pleasure driver
may be realized when it is known that
they are better than unpaved, but im-
proved, city streets, and that a hundred
thousand dollars are expended every year
to keep them sprinkled and in good con-
dition for comfortable travel. Ejach
road is named and the name is plainly
painted on a sign board at each inter-
section, like the streets of a city. Were
it not for the blooming or fruiting or-
chards and the acres of green leaved
vines one would have the impression that
he was driving in the residence suburbs
of a large city.
But these orchards and roads mean
more than mere pleasure to the people of
Santa Clara Valley, for the orchards are
the life fountain and the roads the arter-
ies of the system through which the life
fluid courses, giving prosperity to all.
It is difficult to make one who has not
seen this orchard region comprehend
its immensity and the tremendous out-
put of fruit that goes from it annually.
Statistics are dull things and convey^
to the mind but a faint impression with-
out some mental standard by which to
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measure them, yet here are some. There
are in the county 3,975,180 prune trees
that have been in bearing a year or more
and are therefore on the assessment roll,
with at least half a million more not yet
in full bearing. There are also 530,000
apricot trees, 127,905 cherry trees, 485,-
100 peach trees, 16,000 olive trees, 15,300
almond trees, 10,000 English walnut
trees, 5,000 fig trees, 10,000 pear trees
and 20,000 apple trees, besides orange,
lemon and many other kinds of
fruit and nuts not grown commercially
on a large scale. Particularly is this
true of oranges, lemons and limes, which
grow in the valley and foothills to per-
fection, but are not cultivated for market,
the attention of orchardists being given
. entirely to those classes of fruit specially
adapted to this valley, as well as to grape
culture and wine making, to which cer-
tain proportions of the valley, and par-
ticularly the foothills of both the Mount
Hamilton and the Santa Cruz ranges, are
especially adapted.
As is shown by the statistics of trees,
prune culture is the chief business of the
orchardists, there being four times as
many prune trees in the county as all
other trees combined, and it is therefore
upon the prune industry the valley chiefly
depends. The fruit crop of the county
approximates 15,000,000 in value annu-
ally, two-thirds of which is represented
by prunes, of which there were grown
in the county 100,000,000 pounds when
cured last season. There are prunes
grown elsewhere in the State, and in
Oregon, Washington, Idaho and Arizona,
but all the acreage elsewhere does not
equal that of this county alone, and the
prunes of the Santa Clara valley bring
a higher price in the market per pound
than those of any other portion of this
State or any other State. Conditions
.of soil and climate combine here more
perfectly for prune culture than else-
where, and this is the reason why they
are grown here in larger quantities and
of the best quality. There are several
varieties of soil in the county, in some of
which the prune will not flourish, as
some growers have learned to their cost,
yet in most of them it does well and in
some flourishes mightily. This is a tech-
nical matter which every purchaser of an
orchard or planter of a new one pru-
dently inquires into before investing, yet
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generally speaking, the prune thrives so desirable as a place of residence,
throughout the valley, and its thriftiness The Eastern farmer, particularly one
may be ascribed more to the favoring from the great prairie region of the Mis-
climate than to any special excellence sissippi valley, is not accustomed to the
of the soil. It is this climate so excel- idea that there is a wonderful difference
lently adapted to the culture of decid- in the climate of districts but a few miles
uous fruits that also renders the valley distant from each other, yet in California
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with her mountains and valleys, her
coast line open to the gentle influences of
the warm current of the ocean and ex-
posed at times to its cold fogs, her coast
valleys still open to those warm in-
fluences but protected by intervening
mountains from the fog and winds, her
great interior plane, swept by the hot
winds from the north, and her Sierra
foothills and mountain valleys, there is
to be found a wonderful variety of clim-
ate within comparatively short distances.
It is for this reason that one district
may be especially adapted to the culture
of one variety of fruit and another to
others, and it is this which makes the
valley of Santa Clara and the encircling
foothills so especially adapted to the
culture of deciduous fruits, particularly
the prune, and the wine-making grapes
that love the sunny hillsides. Protected
from the raw winds and cold fogs of
the ocean by the intervening Santa
Cruz mountains, there is yet sufficient
communication with the sea by the bay of
San Francisco to admit the summer mois-
ture so necessary for the full develop-
ment of the fruit. On the East also the
valley Ts hemmed in by the Mount Hamil-
ton mountains and is thus protected from
the parching influence of the hot winds
that sweep down the Sacramento and
San Joaquin valleys, as well as the cold
winds of the dominating Sierra Nevada
mountains. Sheltered as it is it pos-
sesses the genial warmth without ex-
cessive heat, the ocean moisture with-
out the cold and disagreeable fogs, hav-
ing neither extremes of heat or cold at
any season of the year, and exposed only
to occasional spring frosts which seldom
do more than save the orchardist the
trouble and expense of thinning the fruit
upon the too thickly bearing trees in
order to prevent them from breaking
down or producing an Inferior quality
of fruit.
These are the climatic conditions which
have settled the Santa Clara valley as
the natural home of the prune and have
concentrated here two-thirds of the prune
orchards of the State and more . than
half those of the entire United States.
No wonder that a few acres of prune
orchard are worth a good sum and no
wonder that by prudent cultivation those
few acres may make their owner inde-
pendent in a few years, paying their
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original cost and giving him a good in-
come. The valley contains hundreds of
orchards of but ten to thirty acres, whose
owners have cultivated them from the
day of first planting until they came into
full bearing and have paid the entire
cost with a few years of crops, having
now their orchards free from debt and
bringing them in a comfortable income.
This is why the valley is dotted with
beautiful homes whose surroundings tes-
tify to the prosperity and culture of their
owners.
It is readily understood that horticul-
ture on such a large scale means work
for a great many people during the pick-
ing, drying, and canning season, for be it
known that in the valley are located some
of the largest canning establishments
in the State, canneries which put up
half a million cases of canned fruit each
year. Much fresh fruit, also, particu-
larly cherries, apricots, peaches and
pears, is shipped by the car load, aggre-
gating some 20,000,000 pounds annually.
All this means work, not only for men,
but for women and boys and girls. So
urgent is it and so much does the hand-
ling of the fruit crop enter into the life
of the entire community, that the opening
of the fall term of school throughout the
county is postponed several weeks be-
yond the opening in some other counties,
in order to permit the children to aid
in saving the fruit crop and incidentally
to earn a neat liitle sum in wages.
When the picking season comes the
towns have a deserted look, while the
whole country seems to be alive with
people. Entire families go out into the
orchards to work, many of them camping
for a few weeks near the scene of their
labors. Others go to and from their work
morning and evening on bicycles or in
wagons specially run for the purpose.
Thousands are at work picking the fruit,
putting it into boxes, hauling it to the
dryers or canneries, cutting it up and
spreading it out upon wooden drying
trays, which are in turn spread out upon
the ground for the warm rays of the sun
to do the drying that in less genial climes
is done by artificial heat, or putting it
into cans for preserving. A dryer or a
cannery is a busy place. The people
work with feverish activity and yet with
cheerfulness and in comfort, as though
each one realized the necessity for haste
in saving the crop. Yet with all the
hurry ever3^hing is systematic and clean
and the fruit is kept in perfect condition,
thus preserving the reputation for quality
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that California canned and dried fruits
have so rightly earned.
While many orchardists dry their own
fruit the majority of them belong to
unions or exchanges, where the work
is done on the co-operative plan, thus
reducing the Individual expense. Fruit
is delivered to these union dryers and the
producer credited with it according to
quantity and quality. It is then handled
with the other fruit received and when
dried it is all graded together and when
sold, after the expense of operation has
been deducted, each member of the union
is paid a dividend in proportion to the
fruit delivered. There are half a dozen
such fruit unions in the county, all of
them prosperous and saving their mem-
bers considerable in the expense of cur-
ing and selling their fruits.
Cooperation has gone a long step far-
ther than this in the prune industry, as
the growers have organized a prune asso-
ciation which embraces more than three-
fourths of the prune acreage in the State
and numbers more than 3,700 individuals.
All the fruit unions and their members
belong to the larger association, which
is known as the California Cured Fruit
Association and handles the prune crop
only. Other fruits handled by the unions
are not united with the prunes in this
larger combination. The object of the
association is to prevent the unnecessary
low price paid the growers for their
prunes when they go into open market in
competition with each other, each one
endeavoring to sell his crop and get his
money first. It is realized that a good
price can be had for the entire crop if it
is not all crowded upon the market at
once. By handling the crop through the
association and all growers sharing
equally the dividends paid from time to
time, there is no necessity for the cutting
of prices in order to make sales, and thus
a good price can be maintained. This
is the first year of this association, and
like all new things on a large scale it
has not been as successful as it promises
to be in the future with the benefit of the
valuable experience it has acquired. By
these various unions and associations
the orchardists show their appreciation
of the money saving value of co-operation
and testify to their own high intelli-
gence and knowledge of business con-
ditions.
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But there is much besides fruit to In- these vines last year, besides the market
terest the traveler who rides through the grapes, there were made 330,000 gallons
valley of Santa Clara and observes the of brandy, and 5,430,000 gallons of wine,
factors combining to make her prosperity, (Ke sees some 60,000 acres of wheat,
whether he drives along the excellent barley, and hay. He sees many hundreds
highways or passes more rapidly through (fof acres of vegetables and flowers grow-
on the train. He sees thousands of acres ing for their seed, the Santa Clara Val-
of vineyards, both in the valley and ley being one of the chief producing
climbing the graceful sloping sides of the sections of flower and vegetable seeds in
encircling hills. From 12,000 acres of the United States, (^e sees dairies that
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handle the milk of 12,000 cows. If he
gets into the foothills he also sees thou-
sands of grazing cattle and angora goats,
Santa Clara county being famous in the
United States for its high grade animals
vrith. the long wool. He also sees some
splendid stock farms, where some of the
most famous horses in the country have
been bred. He might also by a special
effort, the making of which would be well
rewarded, see at New Almaden in the
mountains the most famous quicksilver
mine in the United States and the third
largest in the world.
One thing especially the traveler can
not fail to notice, and that is the numer-
ous and splendid school houses that dot
the rural districts. These are not the
famous "little red school houses" from
which so many of our great men have
come, but are, except in the most remote
districts, graded schools and in general
appearance resemble the school build-
ings of towns. The character of the
school houses alone is a splendid index
to the nature and density of the popu-
lation of the valley. Education receives
the attention to be expected from such a
community. More educational institu-
tions are located in the valley than in any
other portion of the State or any like
Hill and Tucker Photo,
territory, probably, in the Union. There
are 268 public schools maintained in the
county, six of them high schools, at a cost
of 1288,887 a year, the school buildings
being valued at |801,650. Teachers re-
ceive an average salary of f81.67 a
month. In addition to the public schools
there are the Leland Stanford Jr. Uni-
versity at Palo Alto, The University of
the Pacific at San Jose, the Santa Clara
College at Santa Clara, the College of
Gus Llon'8 Phaeton.
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Notre Dame and St. Joseph's College
at San Jose, and the California State
Normal School at San Jose. In addition
to these educational facilities there are a
public library at San Jose, which will
soon have a splendid new building, the
gift of Andrew Carnegie, and the famous
Lick Observatory on Mount Hamilton —
the drive to this is one of the finest in
the State, the road costing the county
$96,000 — besides several business col-
leges, art schools and conservatories of
music. Allied with these in their edu-
cational work are 98 churches, valued at
1300,000.
If Santa Clara County is one of rural
homes it is one of strong business com-
munities also, where the same culture
and intellectual life find expression in
public buildings, private residences,
churches and social and charitable organ-
izations. San Jose, the capital and me-
tropolis, is a city of 30,000 people within
the metropolitan area. It is distant from
San Francisco fifty miles, being connected
with it by twenty-eight daily trains over
three lines of railroad and by a line of
steamers on the bay, and having the pros-
pect of an electric line also. Its own
electric roads give it ample street service
and a steam motor line connects it with
a beautiful public park belonging to the
city and lying in a canyon of the Mount
Hamilton range. Alum Rock Park, as
it is named, contains among its attrac-
tions thirteen developed mineral springs
of hot and cold water, and sulphur baths,
and is a delightful spot. In the center
of the city is St. James Park, a charming
spot thickly grown with trees of many
kinds. Two other parks are also within
the city limits. The city is supplied with
splendid water from the mountains and
is lighted by both electricity and gas.
A large and efficient paid fire department
and a good police department contribute
to public safety and order. The public
buildings are handsome and imposing,
particularly the court house and hall of
records, the city hall, the postofflce, the
high school and the normal school. The
streets are wide, and those in the busi-
ness part of town have fine bituminous
pavements kept in good condition. Shade
and ornamental trees of pepper, eucalyp-
tus, elm, linden, magnolia, maple and
various varieties of palm trees beautify
both streets and yards, while from one
year's end to another roses, callas, ger-
aniums and other fiowers combine with
the perennially green grass to make
the scene one of continuous summer. -.
Summer it is indeed in the daytime all \
the year round. It is the cool nights \
which bring down the average of the
winter temperature, which is 41 degrees,
with 29 degrees as the minimum. The .
winter days are warm and sunny, as they ^j
must be indeed to keep the geraniums,
roses and callas in constant bloom. As
for the summer temperature, the ten-
dency is the same. In the extreme heat
of day the highest point for the ther-
mometer is 92 degrees, and as soon as
the sun goes down a delightful coolness
steals in from the ocean that reduces
the average summer temperature to 68
degrees. Warm sunny days and cool
nights are thus the climatic character-
ictic the entire year round, thus con-
ducing to comfort and enjoyment in the
day time and to refreshing sleep at night.
It is an ideal climate and combines with
the productiveness and beauty of the val-
ley and nearness to the metropolitan
city of the Pacific Coast, to make this the
most favored residence section of the
State.
Besides San Jose there are numerous
other towns in the county, all delightful
as places of residence. Santa Clara
almost adjoins it on the north and is
connected by an electric line. Palo Alto
lies in the valley toward San Francisco;
Gilroy is near the head of the valley to
the South, and Los Gatos is a charming
town in ihe foothills of the Santa Cruz
mountains. Other villages are Alma,
Almaden, Alviso, Berryessa, Campbell,
Evergreen, Mayfield, Madrone, Morgan
Hill, Milpitas, Mountain View, Rucker,
San Ysidor, Saratoga, Sunny Vale, West
Side and Wright's.
The Santa Clara valley is one of those
rare places where natural beauty com-
bines with a charming climate to render
life both comfortable and pleasing, while
it possesses the potentiality to supply
a livelihood to thousands of people in
pleasant and agreeable ways.
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St. James Hotel, San
Jose, is the starting point r
for the journey to the i
Lick Observatory, on Mt.
Hamilton. No one has
really seen California if |
Mt. Hamilton has been
left out of the itinerary.
It is one of the wonders
of the world. The Obser- j
vatory is the best equip-
ped on the continent.
Aside from this Ihe view ,
is magnificent, overlook-
ing the beautiful Santa |
Clara Valley at its feet.
There is a view of moun-
tain ranges, foothills, for-
est, rivers and ocean that
is inspiring. The drive
to the top is over a pic-
turesque mountain road,
each turn of which re-
veals new beauties of na-
ture to the traveler.
Stages leave the St.
James Hotel daily for the
top of Mt. Hamilton,
making the journey con-
venient for guests of the
hotel, which is situated
in the heart of San Jose,
convenient to car lines
and to the business por-
tion of the city. It faces
St. James Park, the most
beautiful in San Jose.
This hotel has two hun-
dred and fifty rooms,
most of which have pri-
vate baths attached. The
chef employed by Mr.
George M. Murphy, the
proprietor, has achieved
a reputation, and all his
assistants are artists in
their line.
Special provisions have
been made at the St.
James for commercial
travelers. Sample rooms
are at their disposal and
the hotel has become the
recognized headquarters
for the "knights of the
grip" who visit San Jose.
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Though the Floral Carnival held in San
Jose during the President's visit was
marred somewhat by Mrs. McKinley's
illness, which a^a not allow him so much
time in our sister city as had been ar-
ranged for, it was a great success. The
Santa Clara Valley in May is one great
mass of bloom and this was freely drawn
upon in the desire to do honor to our
Chief Bzecutiye. Tons and tons of flow-
ers, in quantities that made the Eastern
yisitors gasp in astonishment, were
brought to San Jose. Floats of gorgeous
color and fragrant almost to suffocation
though the President could not attend,
the members of the Cabinet and other
distinguished yisitors were present. It
was the most brilliant aftair ever held in
San Jose. Those who had the Garden
City's celebration in charge made a won-
derful showing, and their efforts to en-
tertain their yisitors will neyer be for-
gotten by either hosts or guests.
One and a quarter miles from Menlo
Park Station, San Mateo County, Cali-
fornia, and three miles from Stanford
University, in one of the most beautiful
Holtt's School, San Mateo County.
passed through the streets — ^great masses
of bud and bloom that held even the resi-
dents, those acquainted with California's
great iioral wealth, in breathless delight.
Schools and other institutions wore rep-
resented. The illustrations we present
give but a faint idea of the splendor of
the display. A huge bouquet containing
a ton of flowers was presented to the
President by a group of beautiful young
ladies arrayed in white.
A reception and ball were held and
spots in the State, is located a Justly
famous preparatory school for boys. The
school was established in 1891 by Dr.
Ira G. Hoitt, who up to that time was
State Superintendent of Public Instruc-
tion. It is now known as one of the fore-
most schools of its kind west of the
Rocky Mountains.
When the patronage of the school out-
grew its facilities, the Atherton place,
near San Mateo, was purchased and fltted
up at large expense, thus securing larger
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and more permanent quarters. The
school took possession on January 1,
1899.
The grounds, consisting of over forty
acres, are possessed of great natural and
artificial beauty. An orchard, a vineyard,
an olive grove and an abundance of pure
water are among the attractions and
utilities of the place. The school pos-
sesses a well-furnished gymnasium, ball
court, tennis court, croquet ground, ball
groimd, football field and running track.
Much attention is paid to the care and
instruction of the boys in all these sports,
but never to such an extent as to in-
terfere with their school work.
The teaching force is large and first-
class. The course of study extends from
the primary to the college course. It is
pervision or more thorough training than
at Hoitt's school. This, together with
the charming location, the healthful sur-
roundings, the opportunity for outdoor
exercise and the home influences, easily
place Hoitt's in the front rank of schools
for boys.
The University of the Pacific was rep-
resented in the Rose Festival by one of
the most artistic fioats in the procession.
This university was chartered in 1851,
and celebrated its Golden Jubilee during
its commencement week in May. FVom
its halls during the last fifty years have
gone about five himdred graduates as
clergymen, lawyers, physicians, teachers,
merchants and aggressive workei-s in the
various honorable vocations of life. On
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the aim of the school to contribute vigor
to the boy's physical development,
quicken and strengthen his manly im-
pulses and his sense of duty and moral
courage, and help him to the acquisition
of such mental training as to fit him for
the best universities or for business.
The number of pupils is limited to fifty
boarders and a few day pupils. In this
way the school is made strong in its work
by a large amount of individual atten-
tion to each pupil. The graduates of the
school are admitted to the University of
California, Stanford University and Dart-
mouth College on the recommendation of
the principal. It is believed that no-
where do boys receive more careful su-
its beautiful campus are found a college
with classical, philosophical, scientific,
and literary courses, each leading to the
bachelor's degree, and a conservatory of
music which offers students of music op-
portunities unrivalled on this coast. Its
professors in both instrumental and vocal
music received training from the masters
in musical centres in Europe. The conser-
vatory conferred the degree of bachelor
of music on twelve graduates at its last
commencement. Many of its gn^aduates
secure remunerative employment as
music teachers. The Academy of the
university is on the campus and offers
excellent advantages for young ladies
and gentlemen to prepare tor , the best
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imlyerBities. In addition to the above
there are opportimities for the comple-
tion of courses in art, elocution, and
business.
The institution is open to both sexes,
and ladies and gentlemen associate
freely with professors at the same tables
in the common dining hall. The general
control is under the Methodist Episcopal
church, and the constant aim of the
management is to stimulate and foster
Christian sentiments and ideals among
faculty and students.
The vigorous life and popularity of the
university is indicated by the fact that
this year it is freeing itself from a debt
of 160,000.
On the summit of Pine Ridge, at the
altitude of from twenty-five hundred to
three thousand feet, the long leafed
Southern pine trees attain the height of
one hundred and fifty feet and a diameter
as great as six feet and often thirty feet
to the lowest branches. Here on the
table summit the air has a peculiar dry-
ness, warm nights, equable temperature
and remarkable freedom from frost. It
overlooks the beautiful Santa Clara
Valley. Near the summit are hot and
cold mineral water springs of valuable
medicinal properties. Th^e conditions
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Pine Ridge Ranch, Santa Clara County.
combine to make Pine Ridge in more than
one respect a freak of nature.
Hotel Vendome, San Jose, Cal.
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WHBN California was in swaddling
clothes gold was plenty and people were
few. A combina-
tion of these con-
Our Traditions of ditions engendered
Hospitality. the hospitality
which made the
State famous.
Though conditions have been changed to
some extent and the second generation
rules, the latch-string still hangs out and
pilgrims are still given royal welcome to
our land.
This open, free-handed spirit made the
recent Western trip of President Mc-
Kinley essentially a visit to California.
Other States were visited and all gave
him fitting welcome — but California gave
him an ovation such as none of the oth-
ers attempted. From Redlands to the
end of his itinerary the way was flower-
strewn, and everjrwhere that he went
lavish entertainment was the order.
Regardless of party feeling or political
division the people of California Joined
hands in an endeavor to make the Presi-
dent's visit something to be remembered
and talked about for years to come. In
spite of Mrs. McKinley's illness the re-
ception accorded him made an ineftace-
able impression upon President McKin-
ley and the members of his party.
Then, too, outside of our attitude to-
ward them, the people and conditions of
life were something of a surprise. The
idea that California is still wild and
woolly has almost disappeared from the
minds of Eastern people; still, to those
who have not visited us we are yet looked
upon as somewhat primitive people, re-
taining many of the customs and manners
of pioneer days and far behind the East-
erners in most things modem. Very lit-
tle of that impression now remains among
those who have visited us. They found
a modem, progressive community, up to
date in everything and retaining very
few marks of early days, and among
them hospitality.
As regards our own condition, no betr
ter time could have been chosen for the
visit. California is more prosperous now
than it has been for years. Workmen are
scarce and wages correspondingly good.
Everything points to bounteous crops,
good prices and a consequent plentitude
of money. A feeling of contentment and
prosperity is generally noticeable. Such
things could not help making an Impres-
sion upon those who came among us.
Let us hope that they carried away with
them a pleasant remembrance and will
always talk of their trip to California as
a Joiimey to a land of contentment and
plenty, where nature smiled, where flow-
ers bloomed and fruit ripened in May,
and where the people lavished upon them
entertainment in generous abundance.
Commercially this visit has been of
more importance than we yet realize.
The visitors found a far-reaching empire
here, every diversity of landscape and
climate, and natural resources of which
they hardly dreamed. The launching
while they were here of the new battle-
ship Ohio called their attention to our
magnificent facilities for turning out
huge fighting machines and our possibili-
ties in the way of trade with the Orient
was brought forcibly to their view. Every
man in the party — and they were all men
to whom such revelations mean much to
us — ^took away with him some new ideas
regarding California.
President McKinley was with us some
twenty years ago as a private citiien.
California has gone ahead wonderfully
since then — so has he. We were then
Just beginning to call attention to our
possibilities outside of gold producing —
were Just beginning to make ourselves
felt in the markets of the world as pro-
ducers of grain, fraita and wine. Now
our products go to all p^rts of the world.
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A man with the President's powers of
memory and observation cannot have
failed to notice all these things or to be
impressed by them. We have been glad,
too, to see the stride forward that he has
made in this score of years. He was al-
most imknown when he first came among'
OS. He came the last time as our ruler —
came in a state that befitted his position
as President of this Republic, and was
welcomed as royally as any man was ever
welcomed. California was proud to re-
ceive him and hopes that he feels a par-
nesB. But the fates were kind and the
latest and greatest addition to the Ameri-
can Navy slid into the water under the
eye of the Nation's Chief Executive.
Many other distinguished men were
present, and the Ohio was christened
under the most auspicious circumstances.
The Ohio is three hundred and eighty-
eight feet long and seventy-two feet, two
and one-half inches in breadth. Her
armament excels that of any other boat
in the Navy and her hull is amply pro-
tected from the onslaught of any enemy.
U. 8. Battleship Ohio.
From the designer's drawing.
donable pride In the welcome accorded
him.
THE laimching of the Ohio at San
Francisco on the seventeenth of May
was a success from
every standpoint. It
Our Latest Battle- was thought during
ship. the week that Presi-
d e n t McK i n 1 e y
would not be a spec-
tator on account of Mrs. McKinley's ill-
She is a credit to the Nation, to Cali-
fornia, to San Francisco, and to the Scotts,
who built her.
ABOUT the time
when that very tall
American, Mark
Twain, was smiling
sharply down on
that very small
American, the Rev. Ament, exposing the
while with an honest Yankee twang the
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"Christian" methods of exacting blood
money from The Person Sitting in Dark-
ness, our lion of satire was incidentally
finding time to pen a few seasonable let-
ters to his friends, among them Mr. An-
drew Carnegie, who was written to as
follows:
"My Dear Carnegie — I see by the
papers that you are prosperous. I want
to get a hymn book; it costs |1.50. If
you will send me this hymn book I will
bless you.' Ood will bless you and it
will do a great deal of good. Yours
truly, MARK TWAIN.
"P. S. — ^Don't send the hymn book;
send me $1.50."
As is the custom with our friend Mark,
he uttered a great many more syllables
in that short squib than were ever set
into type, for when he wrote he placed
himself (for the sake of satire) in the
place of the ubiquitous canting leech who
preys upon the foolishness of wise men.
Of late Mr. Andrew Carnegie has been
increasing his worldly store at the rate
of a million or so a day, and being a
Scotchman and a good man at heart, has
been confronted with the grave problem
of returning to earth that which he has
taken therefrom. In his declining years
Mr. Carnegie has been impressed with
the truth that it is more blessed to give
than to receive, but with equal force the
truth has come to him that it is easier to
receive profitably than to give wisely.
If the steel king were content to scatter
gold sinfully after the manner of the
mushroom millionaire from the Klondyke
or to lavish bread and combats like a
Roman parvenu, it is possible that with
a few added years of life and consider-
able industry he might be able to die
happy — and a pauper. The same reasons,
however, which prevent Mr. Carnegie
from holding on to that which fortune
has given him, also prevents him from
wasting the same riotously; so the prob-
lem is still hanging over the head of
one poor, flesh-ridden human being — how
to endow his fellow men with a multitude
of millions and to give them their money's
worth.
It is easier to say where Mr. Carnegie
should not give his money than where he
should. It is written in the volumes
of Sociology that it is unlawful to give
to the drunkard, the thief or the habitnal
mendicant: and by the same token it is
unlawful for a man of wealth to sign the
endowment list of any institution which
is unworthy to thrive. Missions, chari-
ties, colleges we have in abundance, a
majority of which no amount of endow-
ment can render beneficial. From these
arise the greatest danger, since among
men and institutions the most unworthy
are invariably the most persistent beg-
gars. Public and private institutions,
then, he should investigate before en-
dowing and no less should he be cautious
in his patronage of the sculptor and the
architect. The endowing of public stat-
uary is a benevolence that has done no
end of harm in this broad land, and un-
less Mr. Carnegie's taste equals his for-
time, we cannot but accept such gifts
with a degree of hesitancy.
So far as he has gone Mr. Carnegie
seems to be moving along the right track,
but, if he be not wary, he will find him-
self at the threshold of death with UtUe
more than the interest of his wealth given
away. Meanwhile California has been
the grateful recipient of several splendid
public libraries and can point out a mul-
titude of equally worthy objects for the
good millionaire's future generosity. San
Francisco needs an aquarium and a
bathing beach in Golden Qate Park. A
municipal opera house in any of our
great Coast cities; an increase of library
accommodations at Stanford Univer-
sity; an aid to Berkeley in the comple-
tion of her new University site; a
thoroughly equipped school of sculpture
or design in the West — in all these direc-
tions the Carnegie gold could find an
easy outlet while doing an inestimable
amount of good. '
THE unfortunate illness of Mrs. Mc-
Kinley while she was in San Francisco
was alleviated to a
large extent by her
An Act of surroundings. When
Courtesy. the Journey was first
decided upon Mr. and
Mrs. Henry T. Scott
courteously offered to the cemmittee in
charge of San Francisco's celebration of
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the event, the use of their entire house,
Benrants and stables. I'he offer was ac-
cepted, and when Mrs. McKinley was
brought here ill two days in advance of
the time scheduled for her arrival, she
was immediately taken there and made
as comfortable as though at home.
Her pleasant and homelike surround-
ings undoubtedly had much to do with
her recovery. The Scott mansion is sit-
uated in one of the best parts of the city,
at the comer of Clay and Laguna streets,
and as will be seen from the illustrations
herewith, is handsome and luxurious in
its appointments.
Mrs. McKinley's room, the most ad-
vantageously situated in the house, over-
looks Lafayette Square. Its windows
command a fine view of Mt. Tamalpais
and the Marin hills, with San Francisco
Bay in the foreground. Much of the best
part of the city can be seen from it
Then, too, the house has the advantage
of quietness, something that could not
have been secured in a public place.
The comfort of the first lady in the land
in her deplorable illness is a matter of
moment to everybody. The public owes
a lasting debt to Mr. and Mrs. Scott for
this act of courtesy, which did so much
toward lessening Mrs. McKinley's suffer-
ing.
Bret Harte In Early
San Francisco.
THE short story is a form of art which
is as modem as the invention of the tele-
phone. It serves
in two cases the
same purpose.
For it precludes
a circuitous
route and it
necessitates one's sticking to his busi-
ness. It is like modem life itself — ^in that
it has no time for non-essentials. A short
story has rightly no room for extraneous
description, sub-plot or lengthy conver-
sation. Hence it is the most popular
form of literature to-day. Whereas poetry
is said to be practically a dmg in the
market, too delicate for the leviathan
digestion of \he Great American Public,
the short story is its antidote, for it is
all the G. A. P. has time to read. A tale
of the proper measurements to be called
"short" should be at the same time terse,
perspicuous and unencumbered. One
episode, one situation will do, but it must
suggei^t, pique continually the curiosity,
be^mplete. Can we forgive the writer
who falls to keep us mystified until the
very last stick for the final conflagration
is laid? This is what Bret Harte's stories
evince. He must always (to use a slang
phrase) finish ofT with a "snapper," and
he delights in surprising us into ad-
miration. His plots are never common-
place. This may be perhaps because he
had the new West in his youth as a mine
of material, and far away over there in
England he still startles us with the
strange, wild, "woolly," if you will, doings
in California. But the Califomla and the
San Francisco of which he writes and
romances in his "Under the Redwoods"
are depicted as they were in the early
fifties. The characters which move to a
lively measure in these pages are a
motley, Bohemian gathering, including
Indians, Chinamen, gamblers, miners and
children. Bret Harte is always at his
best when depicting the touching effect
of children upon the otherwise hardened
"man of the world." Thus in this later
volume, "Jimmy's Big Brother" and
"Three Vagabonds of Trinidad" have
more than have the others of that deeply
touching fidelity to human nature which
made "The Luck of Roaring Camp" one
of the greatest short stories ever written.
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His "Heathen Chinee" Is also almost In-
variably drawn from a ylyid memory if
in no way "peculiar." But to read of a
white Indian squaw with red halr» en-
camped near the Golden Gate, even early
in the fifties, fills us with misglying;
though without doubt it is the sort of
thing about America which the British
still receive with an enthusiastic
"Reallyr In this story of the white
squaw there is something of that ultimate
romance with which French writers al-
ways picture the American Indian, and
the ending is as sudden and stinging as
the unexpected cut of a whip. )t is the
stroke of realism which restores the bal-
ance of the tale'. Bret Harte's humor is
also of a most convincing sort, and
clothes situations which might otherwise
appear almost melodramatic with a recog-
nizable Western air. The "Youngest Miss
Piper" drawls in a good natured Cali-
fomian way and says independent, keen
things in a manner funny enough to make
us forgive such Southern expressions of
hers as "I admire to hear" and "So I
reckon ru go." "Under the Redwoods"
though she blooms, she has some of the
flowering speech of an Alabama girl.
But her manners are not soft; they par-
take rather of the unregenerate sharp-
ness of a mountain pine cone. Tet we
suspect her right along of that Western
big heartedness with which her master
endowed his famous Miggles — ^to her im-
mortality. "A Widow of Santa Ana Val-
ley," around whom the hearts of a whole
community throb, and who became a
helpless, religious centre at parties of
deacons and Sunday-school teachers, is
a blonde. Hence mourning is becoming
to her. Hence she has adventures. In
her timidity she is unconsciously humor-
ous. This humorous view of her is what
saves her, we feel sure, from the other-
wise impending fate of all -blonde hero-
ines— ^to become lachrymose and insipid.
As it is, she lives a weak, charming, but
somewhat trying woman. The last chapter
of all is entitled "Bohemian Days in San
Francisco," which involves some of the
old-time horrors of Chinatown, mysteries
in Italian caf6s along the water front and
wanderings along the wharves. The book
is altogether interesting and a good
volume to take on your vacation trip this
summer.
("Under the Redwoods," by Bret Harte,
Houghton, Mifllln & Co., New York.)
PBRHAPS the most
interest! n g book
An Englishman's which has yet been
Opinion of Us. written on Cali-
fornia is Mr. Va-
cheirs "Ufe and
Sport on the Pacific Slope." Its value
lies in the fact that its comments are on
the California of to-day instead of the
past, and in the fact that it takes a dis-
cursive and inclusive view of the varied
and interesting life on the shores of the
Pacific— not sifting the subject matter for
the needs of the novelist, nor mincing
matters for purposes of flattery. Mr.
Vachell's book is a volume of chatty es-
says written in an almost conversational
style, full of anecdote and incident, never
too lengthy and always entertaining.
Many Englishmen have written books of
American notes but not like this, for Mr.
Vachell has stayed long enough with us
for this to become for a time the land
of his adoption, and he understands us
as well as an Englishman can. His topics
are such as are likely to appeal to the
visitor: "The Women of the West,"
"Ranch Life," "Anglo-Franco-Americans,"
"The Side Show," "Ethical," "Big Game
Shooting," "Small Game Shooting," "Sea
Fishing," "Fresh Water Pishing," "Busi-
ness Life," "The Land of To-morrow,"
"The Englishman in the West." He also
adds seasonable appendices, including
"A Few Statistics" and notes on Horti-
culture, Beet Culture, Irrigation, Hints
to Sportsmen.
Mr. Vachell has a way of hitting from
the shoulder in the typical British way
of stating an opinion. "Mrs. Eddy," he
says, "bottles the wine of Christ and sells
it under her own label." "The same spirit
that makes men build false fronts to
their houses, forces them to Iceep up ap-
pearances' in everything else. They pay
the price of lies— the word is too harsh
perhaps — by being constrained, as the
poet tells us, to lie on still. Finally the
lie masquerades as truth; the liar be-
comes convinced that he is an honest
man." "The good qualities," he says, "of
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the children of the Pacific Slope are:
Originality, Inuependence, pluck and per-
spicuity. They are extraordinarily quick-
witted and plastic, full of quips and odd
turns of speech, and blessed with the
strongest Imaginations." With great en*
Joyment he tells the story of a Callfomlan
youth who was selling books. He "had
heard that at a certain bank the clerks
had agreed to hustle any book agent who
Invaded their premises. Our young
friend took his own line. Rushing into
the bank he exclaimed excitedly, 'Boys,
have you seen him?'
" 'Seen whomr' repeated the clerks In
chorus.
" 'That book agent.'
'"No. We want to see him! We're
fixed for him. The last fellow made us
weary. We're going to skin the next one
alive. Where Is he?'
" 'He is^-here!' said the youth dramat-
ically. 'Start right In, boys, and enjoy
yourselves. When you get through I'll
sell you some books.' He sold his books."
("Life and Sport on the Pacific Coast,"
by Horace Annesley Vachell. Dodd,
Mead & Co., N. T.)
"THIS Is not an his-
torical novel," says
Irish Experiences Kate Douglas Wlg-
of a California gin of her "Pene-
Woman. lope's Irish Experl-
e n c e s,"
"but
'chronicle of small
beer.'" She has a merry way with her
at the end of her pen-point, this charm-
ing and cultured woman, and a draught
of her brewing, be It wine of Burgundy
or small beer. Indeed, has a way of set-
ting you up in fine style. She Is In no
sense a novel-writer: her characters are
rather tjrpes than Individuals, arousing In
the breast of the ever gentle reader no
stronger emotion than that experienced
on making a pleasant new acquaintance,
In the conventional drawing room of
every day life. The qualities of her
charm are rather those of an ^essayist
or letter-writer, consisting of condiment
such as a pure literary style, the dash
and humor of a woman of the world, the
observation of a keen and sympathetic
eye, and always the wee bit of fun. What
could promise better for a book of travel?
"Penelope's Irish Bxperlences," like her
"Scotch and Bngllsh Itineraries," could
no more bore you than could meeting a
fascinating woman, and ten to one you
close the book quite daft over her, and
meditate selling the farm In order to fol-
low In the care-free way of one Molra
O'NeUl—
"Sure a terrible time I was out o' the
way.
Over the sea, over the sea.
Tin I come to Ireland one sunny day, —
Betther for me, betther for me:
The first time me fut got the feel o' the
ground
I was stroUin' along In an Irish city
That hasn't Its aqull the world around.
For the air that is sweet an' the girls
that are pretty."
This merry yet melancholy Isle, where
Tom Moore sung his matchless melodies,
where Goldsmith, Steele and Samuel
Lover wrote, peopled as It is with Nora
Crelnas, Sweet Peggies and Pretty Girls
Milking Their Cows, shows Itself off at
its very best, in the dainty habiliments
of Mrs. Wlggln's raillery and unquench-
able ardor. Even the elves, fairies and
legends, realities bom of the dreamy,
lazy souls of the life loving Irish, are
treated with a respect at her hands (quite
out of the ordinary way of the practical
American tourist), which must have de-
lighted their irresponsible souls. It is
all on a par with her charming courtesy.
"A modem Irish poet," she says, "ac-
cuses the Scots of having discovered the
fairies to be pagan and wicked, and of
denouncing them from the pulpits, where-
as Irish priests discuss with them the
state of their souls, or at least they did,
until it was decided they had none, but
would dry up like so much bright vapor
at the last day. Of course it is an age of
incredulity, but I have not come to Ire-
land to scoff, and whatever I do, shall
not go to the length of doubting the
fairies; for as Bamey O'Mara says, 'They
stand to raison.'"
"Loughareema, Loughareema,
Stars come out and stars are hldln'.
The wather whispers on the stone.
The fiittherln' moths are free.
Onest before the momln' light.
The Horseman will come ridln'
Roun' an' roun' the Fairy Lough,
An' no one there to see."
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One of the most valuable pleasures of
the book is the frequent, inimitable
lilt of the Irish melodies^ at the begin-
ning of the chapters, starting you off in
a rollicking mood, as it were.
The Irish experiences are diyided neat-
ly into five parts, Leinster, Ulster, Mun-
ster, Connaught and Royal Meth. Nor
need you fear that in the author's amus-
ing Junketing you will be called upon to
miss any more castles, cities or villages
of importance than if you went by the
more staid guide book.* As a book
of travel, the Irish experiences of
"Penelope" are outdone by nothing
unless it be Mark Twain's "Tramps
Abroad," and the former, we have faith,
is the more reliable if the less humorous.
Being feminine it is conscientious.
To tne average person Ireland means
just Paddy, the Merry Andrew of the
Bnglish speaking world; and in the south
of the isle Penelope finds him — ragged,
lazy. Jovial, whimsical. "A clock is an
over-rated piece of furniture, to my mind,
ma'am. A man can ate whin he's hun-
gry," says Paddy (only she calls him Mr.
Brodigan), "go to bed whin he's sleepy
and get up whin he's slept long enough;
for faith and its thim clocks he has inside
of himself that don't need anny winding! "
And at the time of Queen Victoria's
visit to Dublin this voice is heard : "Look
at the size of her now, sittin' in that
grand carriage, no bigger than me own
Kitty, and always in the black, the
darlin*. Look at her, a widdy woman,
raring that large and heavy family of
children; and how well she's married off
her daughters (more luck to her!),
though to be sure they must have been
well fortuned! They do be sayin' she's
come over because she's plazed with
seein' estated gintlemin lave iverything
and go out find be shot by them bloody
Boers, bad scran to thim! Sure if I had
the sons, sorra a wan but I'd lave go!
Who's the iligant sojers in the silver
stays, Thady?"
Mrs. Wiggin's literary career had its
commencement while she was still a resi-
dent of San Francisco, although she has
never written upon any distinctively
Western subjects. However, she is
proudly claimed as another star of the
first magnitude in the galaxy of Cali-
fomian litterateurs whose work has
drawn them "back East."
("Irish Experiences of a California
Woman," by Kate Douglas Wiggin.
Houghton, Mifllin & Co., Publishers.)
THB early history of California is full
of romance and charm. To the novel-
writer in search qf in-
teresting material it
Good California offers a field scarcely
Romance. equaled for adven-
turous episode and
picturesque Bltuation,
and perhaps the years when California
lay under Spanish rule and the life was
one unrestrained pleasure, appeal most
to the modem reader, who is always on
the lookout for a tale full of action and
ruled by the rules of melodrama. And if
you are looking for another such swash-
buckler romance (there are so many of
them) you will enjoy "John Charity," by
Horace Annesley Vachell.
It is a story of Monterey, placed about
1837, told by a young Englishman who
seeks his fortunes in the new Alta Cali-
fornia, where ranchos and senoritas are
in abundance. The character drawing is
simple but vivid, involving a Spanish
villain who would do credit to the stage
and a passion-ruled little Spanish heroine
who is less stereotyped. The interest in
the tale never flags and it is decidedly
well told. In fact, we are rather of the
opinion that Mr. Vachell (an English
resident of Southern California, we are
told) is to be numbered among the "bom
story tellers," who are bound to be read
and enjoyed, whatever their subject
("John Charity," by Horace Annesley
Vachell, Dodd, Mead & Co., New York.)
A FEW months ago there appeared a
small volume dubbed "The Love Letters
of an English-
woman." I will
NeedleM Answers to say that it was a
a Silly Book. literary event
whose impor-
tance was some-
what overrated, but there were two rea-
sons which caused the inane attempt to
be widely read: — it was published an-
onymously and it contained a mystery.
At the bottom of the bundle we came
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upon the sudden separation of the episto-
lary lovers. The man never explained,
at least to the maddened and victimised
public; the woman — died. There was no
one to tell us what had happened. Forth-
with appears a sequel, "The BCissing
Answers to an Bnglishwoman's Love Letr
ters." And the author of this volume also
quakes under the mantle of "anonymous-
ly." Filled with a misguided and trusting
gratitude I hastened to possess myself
of the little cardinal book, and waded
through its listless pages with but one
purpose. But the secret is not divulged.
In this book also occurs the factitious
parting, for which no reason is given.
Here also occurs the unreasonable act
of the hero (?). for which we have no
redress. We would suggest now the
writing of a yellow volume entitled "The
Missing Answer, to the Missing Answers,
to an Englishwoman's Love Letters."
It has been suggested by a member of
the tribe of reviewers that the man to
whom the Bnglishwoman wrote simply
dropped out of sight through utter bore-
dom. We feel quite sure that any girl
who was the recipient of these "Ans-
wers" would be driven into violent
hysterics at least once a day.
These letters are not only dull beyond
description, but are heartless beyond the
usual bounds of masculinity. They urge
the girl again and again to curb her
ardor and consider the delights of un-
selfish love, by which he means to pre-
pare the soul for some such pleasures as
Peter Ibbetsen knew when he met his
lady, in dreams alone. This strangely
bloodless creature likes "unco* weel" to
lie on his back and discourse with pad
and pencil upon the delights of soul meetr
ing soul, the mysteries of one's "aura,"
the lustfulness (he calls it) of Browning's
poetry, against which he feelingly warns
her as being of the earth earthly. On
the other hand he advises that Swin-
burne is the most spiritual poet England
has produced. He descants continually
upon the selfless joys of love, bids her
"lose herself in his," until she can reach
his high spiritual point of not caring if
the "earthly marriage (which is merely
to be seen of men) is delayed." There
is so much in this strain that we have
dire suspicions of him. Is he not already
preparing her ardent and earthly soul
for the final catastrophe, when his high-
ly spiritual love is to be withdrawn for-
ever? With fine ingenuity he appeases
her with a new name for every day —
"My Joy of Life," "My Star and Goddess,"
"Light of the Age," "Dear Witch's Curve,"
"Peach Blossom," "Querida BCia," "Dear
Bird of Paradise," "O Fond Dove," "Twin
Soul of Me," "Sweet Spirit," "Dearest
Dulcinea" — when all she wanted was
"Wife!" Oh, well, by the terms of the
mystery we are supposed to feel he was
not to blame when he gave her up, but
it is just what we expected of the weak-
kneed, cloud-gazing charmer all along.
We must own, however, in justice to
the case, that a love letter is a difficult
thing to write. The Brownings made a
tremendously fine thing out of it, but
they were rare souls. Yet five out of six
readers even of the Browning love let-
ters are sure they have nicer ones in that
trunk in the attic at home. Nevertheless
every one who is a failure at other forms
of literature opines he can write letters.
There is such entertainment in racking
one's brain for the hundredth beginning
and closing term of endearment. It is
like the "parlor game," my love begins
with A, with B, etc., but in which yonr
disgusted audience are not at close
enough range to catch you — and lock you
up. These "Love Letters" have only one
theme, one situation— on 249 pages we
listen to the same changes rung on the
same hazy idea. The pursuit of the "se-
cret" was all that made us read it. Do
thou not go and be taken in likewise!
("The Missing Answers to an Engliah-
woman's Love Letters," Frank F. Lovell
Book Company, New York.)
'The Last Man/' a novel by N. Monroe
McLaughlin, is a love story of the times
during and 'following the Civil War, and
contains a prologue with an optimistic
forecast of our country's conditions and
circumstances in 1926. Its literary value
is not great ("The Last Man," by Mon-
roe McLaughlin. The Neale Company,
Publishers, Washington.)
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AN INDUSTRIAL INNOVATION
BY FAIRFIELD JONEa
¥
ITH her manufacturing inter-
ests California places her best
hopes for the future, since in
this direction she is the least
developed. She is Just entering, as it
were, the age of manufacturing, and in
this age it is not too much to say that
California will find herself in her greatr
est era. Though limited as yet, our
manufactured products are the best of
their kind, as exemplified by the recent
shipbuilding triumphs of the Union Iron
Works. Our present achievements, how-
ever great they may be, are yet more in
the line of prophecy than accomplish-
ment, pointing to the day when California
shaiKlead the world in manufacture as
well as production.
At the beginning of the Twentieth Cen-
tury the Pacific Coast looks to her capital-
ists to put their shoulders to the wheel
of progress and aid the working classes
in sending our material development for-
ward with mighty impetus. In the past
when they have been appealed to it has
often been in vain, and the promoters of
legitimate enterprises have turned Bast-
ward for funds. Happily this feeling is
rapidly passing* away, and it only needs
the wealth, brains and energy of our
Coast, properly applied to its resources,
to give us the greatest decade of material
progress we have ever had.
Under Just economic conditions, our
fertile soil, our rich mines, our flowing
wells and our large forests* combined
with the establishment of great factories
and the accumulated wealth of the peo-
ple, will produce the happiest land the
world has yet seen.
Soon the din and noise of a great man-
ufacturing plant will be heard and the
shrill sound of factory whistles will echo
and re-echo on the shore and hillsides
of West Berkeley. The contract for one
of the greatest enterprises on the Pacific
Coast has been let. It is for the con-
struction of the buildings that are to be
occupied by the Pacific Coast Lumber
and Furniture Manufacturing Company,
an enterprise of such magnitude that it
is destined to inaugurate a new era in
the industries of the Coast and turn the
tide of purchasers westward. The plant
is to be built in West Berkeley, on the
line of the Southern Pacific Railroad, and
facing the Bay, with a water frontage of
nearly one mile. The company has ac-
quired by purchase thirty acres of land.
The plant will occupy three acres. In
the cluster of buildings will be four prin-
cipal structures of two stories each,
situated in the block bounded by Oilman,
Harrison, Second and Third streets.
These structures will have basements
for machinery 600x286 feet. The raw ma-
terial will be delivered at the water front
of the factory, pass through the vari-
ous processes of manufacture, and the
finished article will be shipped to the
markets of the world from the opposite
frontage of the plant. In the dry kiln the
lumber will be seasoned, thence taken to
the machinery building, where all kinds
of furniture, household and office fixtures,
utensils and ornaments will be manu-
factured; thence to finishing departments,
and then shipped to all parts of the world
where these articles are used. The
greatest office buildings and the most
costly residences In San Francisco will
bear evidences of the excellent work
made by the company.
The idea of this new company is mod-
em in the extreme, and in the way of a
corporation is unique. It stands in no
danger of being dominated by either trust
or labor union, since its shares will be
held by its workmen. The company was
organised purely on the industrial plan.
Bvery employe must be a shareholder.
The system works admirably, as it makes
strikes, boycotts, lockouts and similar dif-
ficulties impossible. Bvery employe feels
that he is working for his own interest.
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and gives to the company his beat talent
and energy.
This plan is less Utopian than it ap-
pears. It has been tried in several no-
table Instances in the Bast and where
the trial has been fair has succeeded.
It stands to reason that a workman will
give more conscientious effort to a work
with which he thinks he himself is iden-
tified as a personal shareholder. He feels
himself to be one of the firm, not a hire-
ling, and his earnest desire will always
be for the well being of the undertaking.
To convey an idea of the magnitude of
the enterprise and the beneficent results
• which must of necessity accrue from it,
it only needs to be said that the plant
includes the completion of the first great
concrete wall, 1,770 feet long, three and
one-half feet broad, and five and one-
half feet high. All the machinery and
shafting will be in the basement, work-
ing and resting on concrete foundations;
every machine will have a concrete base
of its own, thus removing danger to life
and limb of employes.
The company owns 4,000 acres of the
very best timber land near Corbin,
Oregon, and practically controls all the
available oak for the purposes intended.
The raw material will be brought to the
factory in the company'^ own steamers
and sailing vessels. One steamer and
one sailing vessel are now in contem-
plation. The company owns the mills and
store at Corbin, which are in full oper-
ation, and has over^ 1,000,000 feet of the
finest lumbiar ready for shipment The
material will cost |16 per 1,000 feet landed
at the factory, when Eastern manufactur-
ers have to pay |75 per 1,000. One item,
that of wheelbarrows, of which thousands
are used each year: not one has hereto-
fore been manufactured on this Coast.
This company will manufacture at Cor-
bin all the wheelbarrows required on this
Coast, and many thousands more to be
sent Bast, which will be a great saving
and enable it to compete successfully
with all factories of the wortd.
In the way of first-class building ma-
terial the West is entirely independent.
Instead of depending on the East for the
best quality of oak for furniture and
interior finish, the Pacifla CJoas^ %n^ <i8-
r* .. .
sumed the lead, for it has in its controi
all the material available. All it needed
was the factory. Besides the oak, the
company owns an almost Inexhaustible
supply of fir, maple, white cedar and
other valuable timber.
The investments in land and buildings
and machinery at West Berkeley amount
to 1160,000, and will give employment
to 160 persons at the start, though that
number is likely to be increased in a
short tin^e to 1,600. The value of the
timber land, mills, store, wharf, shops*
railroad and other assets aggregate over
11,000,000. The net profits per annum,
at a conservative estimate, are figured
at 1300,000, or 30 per cent on an invest-
ment of 11,000,000.
The output of this great plant is by no
means limited to the home market and
the Pacific Coast, for the Western States
cannot fail to avail themselves of the best
and cheapest market. There is also a
growing demand for the best class of
these manufactured articles from Mexico,
Central and South America, Au£tralia,
the Hawaiian Islands, and a demand is
being created in the Philippines and the
trans-Pacific countries, as Western civtti-
zation reaches these Oriental regions and
Western commodities become known to
the inhabitants. The company enjoys
every facility and advantage of owning
the raw material, the means of carrying
it, manufacturing it and sending it to
market, and has its factory where ship
and rail are brought together at its very
doors.
The officers are: Mr. William Corbin,
president and treasurer; Mr. R. A. Bog-
gess, vice-president; Mr. D. Gilbert Dex-
ter, secretary; Mr. C. J. Bruschke, man-
ager furniture department; Mr. A. B.
Rudell, assistant secretary, and Dr. Jo-
seph O. Crawford.
Considering the company's million dol-
lar capital stock, the sensible lines upon
which it is founded and the unparalleled
advantages which our Coast offers to the
manufacture of furniture, there appears
no reason why the Pacific Coast Lumber
and Furniture Manufacturing 'Company
should not open a new future to us, both
industrially, sociologically and finan-
cially. ^^
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