Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-11


In its series Of mountain sketches the
Gold Hill Nssos says that Emerald Bay
and its surroundings, situatsd on the
western shore Of Lake Tahoe. three
miles from its fartheEest southern limit.
il one Of the most secluded. yet sweetest.
most pleasant and magnificent retreats
Of oil the many beautsous and absorbing
points Of interest surrounding the lake.
A gem of . bay. half mile in width BY
two in length. encircled with lofty. grand
old mountains. rising abruptly from the
water edge with just enough of beau
tiful mountain dell nestled beneath the
lofty cliffs, clothed with natures ehoi-
cest garnishments. and sparkling with
the brightest OF crystal waters, leaping
in ever changing forms OF loneliness
from ledge to ledge. tho roar of the fall
ing cataracts, ever mingling with the soft
cadence Of quietly murmuring stream
let's, and the hushed lullaby of the
waves on the shore; a fit home for fairy
sprites. The lands bordering on the
bay are the property Of Is. Holiday, ir.,
Who has erected q comfortable Summer
residence at the upper end OF the bay,
which, with its surroundings of lofty
precipices. tall pines and arched path
ways Of dropping willows, is one of the
most romantic and loveliest fpots in the
universe. During the Winter season OF
the year the place is closed, and man
is employed to reside at the bay and
care for the property, but during the
Summer season the house ia thrown
open to all respectable visitors. At tho
present time, the premises are in charge
| OF Mr.. VIM. Coleman and his estimable
wife. friends of Mr.. Holiday. who never
seemed to tire, in the kindest, and most
| hospitable treatment of guests. The fare
is unexcepiioual, and the cost Of living no
! more than would have TO be paid for the
same entertainment in Virginia City or
Gold Hill. Mr.. Holiday, sometimes in
company with his estimable wife, some
times with gentlemen friends, and some
times alone, will spend days and weeks
in this most enjoyable resting spot. re
turning again, refreshed in body and
mind. TO his residence and business in
San Francisco. A larger number of WIS.,
present Summer than ever before. A
hundred yards or more from the shore,
| near the middle Of the bayis
! EMERALD ISLAND,
| Halt an acre in extent, rising to the
| height of one hundred feet or more
above the water level, an almost barren
! rock with few stunted trees and laurel
bushes springipg from the crevices. On
the summit of the rock, facing the
rising sun, is a little chapel, above
| which is reared a Christian cross, the
whole surrounding an empty tomb, cut
into the solid granite. If the tomb was
new ard fresh 1t would occasion little
surprise; but it is not, and the rough
slabs out OF which it Is constructed are
fast going to decay. A few years ago
Ben. Holiday, Sr., had in his employ an
old man, Richard Baxter - Captain
Dick, as the boys familiarly called him.
who in young and better days, had served
| him faithfully and well as first mate and
| afterwards commander Of ship in the
| East Indies, as is shown by the records
! of the English Navy. But Captain Dick
had become too old to longer follow the
rough seas, and in gratitude for the old
mans past services, the Commodore
gave him a home for life, by placing in
bis charge Emerald Bay. Here Captain
Dick spent his time in his favorite pas
time of sailing on the lake, fishing, etc.
in pleasant weather, and in framing
models of his favorite ships during the
stormy days of winter. Feeling that his
years were growing short, he erected for
himself tombnpon the top of the little
island vhere until the first bright RAYS