Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-09-14
LETTER FROM SANTA MONICA.

IE len fhViH cRNtH mOuteH.
Aristocratic Notions "Reminiscences
Strange Faces-Improvement
ises of a Skeleton.
EDITOR HERALD:-Wedn
morning we left Los Angeles for our
old camping ground beside the sea.
About eight o'clock found us perched
upon the high spring seat of large
farm wagon, in which were packed all
our camping utensils, to be used at
the beach. Our aristocratic companion
tried to turn up her nose, (t is inclined
to turn up, any way,) at our vehicle,
but we soon gave her to understand
that she could come up with us or stay
at home. She finally concluded that
the horses were very fine; and having
q weakness for fast horses, she decided
to mount. The seat being about ten
feet high, and she somewhat awk-
ward, it was rather lengthy opera
ton.
On the road we discovered that the
owner of this fine team was an old
Californian, who was we'll acquainted
with the scenes, and many friends of
our childhood.
"REMINISCENCES OF THE PAST
came up in our minds, and memory
brought up to our view many friendly
faces, now pale and cold as they sleep
in the silent grave, long hidden meath
the mountain fiowers-those stars of
the earth that have stolen their sweet
ness from the bitterness of human
lives.
We came trotting along until we
reached the San Vicente ranch; here
we took the stage and went round by
New Santa Monica. We counted about
sixty houses as we came through.
Everything seems progressing In that
wonderful city by the sea.
About noon we reached old Santa
Monica; the hotel Is here and seems
to be doing very well. There are also
quite number of tents.
AFTER LUNCH
we pitched our tent, and named 1t
Idlewild; and here we are. Most of
the campers "have struck their tents
and stole away" yet we hear of 9TH
ers who are coming to take their places.
We wonder how they could leave this
grand old ocean in such pleasant
weather. The days are perfectly de-
lightful, and the moonlight evenings
defy description. The waves come
rolling up at our feet
With their wild infatuation,
Ever calling from the sea,
In its mystic es,uation,
And Its unsung pOesy.
The campers that are here are all
strangers to us. We have looked in
vain for one member of the Bohemian
tribe. "Lou Lewis" Domnorix,"
"Cory Espondent," have all passed
away; yet should we be so successful
as to find skeleton, or even we'll
preserved mummy of these extin-
guished geniuses, you may be sure
that we will endeavOr to send the i'm
mortalized reliques up to your angelic
city; providing the Express will not
60 to raking up a character for the si-
lent Bohemian.
LAST EVENING
a friend who knew we were camping
here, very kindly came down and
spent few pleasant hours with US.
We were delighted to see his familiar
face, and hope that the pleasant visit
may often be repeated, for there is no
loneliness SO dreary as that of being
alene amidst crowd. One Of our
company contemplated suicide on this
account, but she has changed her
mind, as the water is too cold. She
is also rather timid. Late last even
ing she became alarmed by hearing
some one walking near the tent; but
her fears soon vanished when man
commenced whistling "Ten thousand
miles away" She openly declared
that she wasn't afraid of any one who
could whistle that tune. This MORN
ing there were about twenty bathers
in the surf.
Looking from our tent door this af-
ternoon, we saw steamer stop at the
new wharf. There are also two sail
ing vessels lying there.
Zoe ZELLA.
Santa Monica, Sept. 10th, 1875.