The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-02-06

CALIFORNIA.

night deposited at Murphy's Camp
by an open window, where | am SO
near distracted from my paper by the
songs Of the birds, the bloom and
breath Of the roses, aud the soft sigh
of the trees, that can scarcely write
of all | saw on the aforesaid journey
| had travelled 50 little, and had
lived 50 secluded all my life, that
If ! grow toD enthusiastic over things
that others see each day without
looking at,or caerless pass each hourly,
| know thai you will forgive it, and
say, with q smile Of indulgence, "Let
her talk; it Is only her." So - be-
gin, you knoV | lefG San Francisco
this morning. snd, alas. before break
fast, and here | am at Murnhy's
1 Camp tonight, some two hundred
miles away
10 right of my Importance as a
great traveller, yet to be-, would
not condescond to look at Oakland
as ! passe ihrough it. | had been
there before, aud ais, at Brooklyn, so
that place was put down ignomin-
iously as altogether too Insignificant
for my observation, and | buried my
self 10 a book, and, Of course, kne "
no more until we arrived at the San
lorenzo Station.
The ears stopped bat for a mo.
ment A man was sitting on a fence
waiting, and in bis hurry to jump to
the ground caught his heels in the
fence and came to grass, describing
al elegant circle as he fell | didn't
laugh, did +? Then an old lady,
who had attracted my attention on
the train by her immense adipose de-
yelopment, got of, and after going
| few steps, she seemed to miss some
thing, and turned back u the train,
which had now started, and in q
wbeezy treble screamed "Stop the
train On, Lord, stop the train"
After several jerks, almost enough to
dislocaie anyone's front teeth, the
train stopped, and she waddled up,
breathless, exclaiming; Oh, Lord !
Oh, dear, I've left one of my gloves;
why, no | didn't, either here it is,
on my hand, for sure you can go
OF, conductor" The conductor did
so and the general laugh which en-
sued put everybody in good humor,
including the proverbial baby
After that We stopped at several
more stations, all about the same in
appearance, smoky and disagreeahle
looking, with demoqiae engines, each
with their one eve diaholically star
ing at one till unpleasant sensations
We're experienced by me, at least.
Then iyr long distance the cars
ratified and jolted on over the level
plains, through fields Of grain extend.
ing northward over the long, low
range Of hills, and already turning to
the yellow aud brown that makes
them 50 admired by all travellers.
Peaceful little cottages nestle in
almost every Glen, and impart a
soothing beauty to the eyes of town.
weary souls, for every vine-clad
porch teens with rosy bloom, and
crowds Of rosy children cluster at the
gates, with cheeks like crimson ap-
Piles. and they wave their hats as we
pass by, making a pleasing picture
for many q weary eve. At last we
left the level plains behind US, and
entered the hills on each side Of Liv-
ermore Pass.
Here many lovely picture glided
into view, and faded past again, that
would have delighted the soul OF an
artist. My ambition as a writer is
sadly dampened when | would de-
scribe them. | want to be a painter.
| was looking and enjoying to the
full a most lovely view, when We
went into tie tunnel with a sudden
ness that almost took away nv
breath. 4 chorus of feminine
screams came from a group Of young
girls aud men behind me, and when
we emerged again much banter was
passed as 10 who it was tha; kissed
Mary.
Afte: leaving Livermore Pass be-
hind us, we descended into the San
Joaquin Valley. On each side of
the road are immense fields Of grain
ready for the reaper, and swaving in
the gentle breeze like al evening sea,
with the track and glory Of the set
ting sun, and scarcely ripping It's
surface. Then we came to bridge,
and the next moment were crossing
the river, which is said to be higher
there at this season than for MANY
years before. The scenery on that
river is extremely beautiful, not
Grand, but with a calm and serene
loveliness. The river is broad, and
looks in most places to be very shall
low, and all through it are inter-
spersed tiny islands covered with a
dense growth of trees and shrubs,
the silver willows showing brightly
against the daIke branches Of the
white oak, which seems to be abun
dant oil along the liver, and far
handSomer trees than the live oak of
our lower counties Our next stop
ping place was e. Lathrcp, where
there was twenty minutes for din
ner had started without any
breakfast in my hurry, but by this
time the feminine enemy-sick head
ache-had overp0wered me, and nv
appeti was non est. | could not
eat, but | sent in for a cup Of coffee.
which the urbane waiter charged
me two d:llirs for. | thought
tba, pretty high, in fact, the
best for high | ever saw. and made
few remonstrances. but lie put them
all down with the dignifed remark
"Them's our charges, ma'am, and
we never go back on them" | paid
il, but under a mental protest, while
o young man, an invalid. swore au.
dibly, and forcibly. too, at the charge
of Eve dollars for bowl Of oyster
soup and piece of jelly cake.
Lathrop is very good place to |
eat your dinner at, but you should
take it with you Another long ride,
made exceedingly refreshing by the
presence Of number of Cinnamon,
who vere heinO transnorted from one