Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-09-26
LETTER FROM SANTA MONICA.
An Ideal GentIeman-Camp Life-Ba-
king Bread under DislicuIties-Ak pal
DabIe Hit.

EDITOR HERALD.-That neophyte
student of ours has been interrupting
our reverie in the land of shadows, and
of dreams, through which we have
been wandering with John Halifax,
Cent eman, so true gentleman that
this poor little world OF ours holds
very few, who will ever reach the
height attained by the English lad
who drove Abel Fletcher's cart to the
tan yard. We close the book and lay
1t down, having seen in its pages the
perfect picture of a true home. Look
in towards
NEW SANTA MONICA
we see the ware house they have built
out on the end of the wharf; it looks
small from here, but may be much
larger than it seems. Quite a number
of hunters have passed here, going up
the coast, some of them have returned.
Game seems to be plenty, as they
passed through here with eight deer.
Both stages run no farther than New
Santa Monica; we are left out in the
cold with no way to receive our mail,
except when some friend brings it ov-
er.
OUR CAMP LIFE
is not entirely devoid of incident, as
was demonstrated by our bread giving
out, Just after the last camper, who
had u stove, had packed it offto town,
and according to the old adage "It
never rains but it pours,n the baker
never came again, so for few days
we lived breadless, excepting the
pan cakes the good girl 1--WE mean our
neophyte student) baked, but when
she burned her fingers one morning,
and declared If we wanted any more
pan cakes we might bake them, we
declined, recollecting for the first
time that we had seen an old stove up
in Hazel DELL The way we put that
bread to rise, and went after that
stove should be warning to all cam
pers not to leave anything behind
them
OH DEAR! WHAT A PLACE!
1t was plain enough to see that no
woman had ever ruled in that kitchen.
We have heard men say that they
were neat housekeepers and good
cooks, but what are words with such
evidence before us. If this is the ef-
feet of suffrage, spare us, 0 spare us!
Well we got the fire started at last,
but it would not burn, and would
smoke. We waited in vain, looked
for the damper but could not find it,
so We commenced pushing the loose
iron around in every direction. 1t
was burning nicely when we stopped
to survey each other.
OH DEAR!
said our neophyte student, I hope no.
body will come to day. AS she held
up her tattooed hands and looked at
ours, we told her she need not put on
any airs as she had few such marks
on her face. She returned the COM
pliment; we sought to change the sub
ject by asking her to look in the oven
and see if it was hot enough to bake;
she opened the door and said "yes /
guess SO, its full of fire." but as she
had not graduated in the culinary de-
partment yet she didn't know wheth-
er the fire ought to be in the oven, or
the oven in the fire. We looked and
found that the loose iron we had mov-
ed around was the top of the oven.
HERE WAS A DILEMMA,
the bread up and no oven. Well we
guess we laughed, anyway she eX-
claimed "come pain or pleasure, veal
or woe, but bring the .fated Fairy
Prince We were startled by hear
ing a step, and looking up beheld "a
Fairy Prince with joyful eyes," 1--WE
hope his eyes were not made joyful by
what he saw He came to our rescue
with all the gallantry of the Feudal
ages, and offered to escort us up to a
tained what we sought, returning to
the tent for the bread. On the way,
our companion informed us that that
Fairy Prince was the handsomest man
she had seen on the beach. She took
the bread, inquired If we didn't want
it to rise any more, receiving an affir-
NATIVE answer, she raised it to the
top Of her head; and marched up to a.
stove, just in time to see buggy dis
appear towards Narrow Escape hill.
In almost an hour she came back as
lighthearted as ever, in fact, q great
deal lighter than the bread was.
WE SPENT THE MOST OF LAST WEEK
excavating the sand pits of Santa
Monica in search of the skeleton of
that lost Bohemian. At last on Sat-
urday there came a clairvoyant requi-
EN- which thrilled and echoed from
the "garden of the deado while its
spirit sought his reflection in the mir
ror Gust like mani and throu gh this
medium informed us that he enter
tanned no doubt but that the skeleton
would be forthcoming. This encour-
aged us to greater exertion, and final
ly in our researches we discovered
THE oS HYoIDEs
belonging to that Bohemian, we are
positive that this old white bone be-
longs to him. "Whyw Because with
our neophyte student most strenuous
exertion we have been unable to keep
it quiet, and being only comparative
anotomist we fastened up to the City
in quest of better information meet
ing one who should have been his
best friend, we propounded the mo-
mentous question. Imagine our sur
prise when we received this answer,
"oh! it may be a part of the skeleton
of that lost Bohemian, or q bone from
the mortal framework of burro;
don't worry over the question, Zoe, it
will make very little difference in the
cause of science, as the two are so close
ly related that it would take an expert
anatomist to distinguish between the
human, or the lower animal tribe.'
We returned to Idlewild with clear
conscience and wondered what that
old Gallie cheiftain who fought against
Caesar would think of his namesake.
We are glad to know that two of those
Rnhamiaus are still in n good state of
preservation, but third-Oh! Dunno