Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-02-05
PANTS LETTER.
Hs VISITS THE ANGELS AND THB BAD SMELL.
ING sPRINGS-FALLs IN WITH NAUTICAL
COMPANION AND SPICES PIE MAIN
BRACE OF HIS PRAYER

JAS bEdlU at odu anu loHdluOd
few days. This town is noted chiefly for be-
ing situated too near Los Angeles for pleasure
and too far from San Francisco for business,
and the result is the deadesu town In America
The place derives its support from mertgaged
farms i'll the vicinity, overwsrked bees on
honey ranches, and English tourists who visit
the place armed with Railroad Guides, three
umbrellas, two pairs of eye glasses and bun
die of canes Zone for each day in the week., to
see the San Fernando mission. g Its such a
blarsted queer old Rooksry, you know" From
San Fernando started for the city of the an
gels and found the back streets " full Of en- "
[ remained III Los Angeles long enough to tad
| that did not own the town and then went
to Fulton Wells. Getting of the train at
Norwak Station, | found the wagon waiting
for passengers and piled in with the rest of
the sick humanity seeking these celebrated
! waters for health
TIE ODoRIFERoUs SPRINGS.
| The driver of the concern was an old sailor,
and he handled the reins of the team ike he
was hauling ships signal hayward. He
took the whole of the 60 foot street to turn
| around in, and off we sailed, the chain tugs
of the sckly old plow harness rafting away,
k, epng time to the voice of the half frightened
nuts and loose springs of the tumble down
wagon. Somehow my feet beat time to the
same noisy jingle and ere | knew it, the whole
diseordant strain was as musical as the 81 Bells
n IL IL a. Il
gle-dingle dingle ding and voluptuons Al
NEE was again before me, ia this, her best
role. | was awakened from my reverie by
peculiar smell in the atmosphere, and asked
what it was
We are nearing the springs" SAID the
driver.
"Oh, indesdl What are the medicinal prop
critics of this famed a'que Ferrosaf' asked |.
I" Avast there, shipmate, and no shore lingo
TO me; back your main yard show your col
ors at the fore; lay along side and signal me
in plain English. | can't make out your log
Cant make out my what said I in au,aze-
ment
Your log, Cap. I'm all adrift as to yer
questions. Give me an open sea and can
sail; but you befog me with big words and |
have to anchor, or go on the breakers of your
quarter deck lingo
''Oh see now. Your pardon, ancient
mariner. merely wished to ask what does
this water have in it, that makes it smell like
a shrimp beach at low tidel'
well, Cap, they say it has soda, lime,
iron, sodium and gas.
Is that all!' l asked
Eyes, | think it is. 'Praps theirs more"
Gould you not add few more drugs to
the list, my gay old rover of the dark blue
seal
He said he couldn't and what was more, he
wouldn't, and seeing that was getting into
muss, put a Delaying pin on my tongue and
kept quiet; and soon we were at the door of
quite nice hotel and this was Fulton Wells.
The sailor was correct as regards the analysis
IF the water. 1t contains all he said and more
90; but to me the perfume from it could not
De worse if it contained cid rubber boots, Bo-
lie butter, Omaha eggs and decayed teeth I
The water will cure anything but love sick i
less: consequently it did me good as / had {
verything but that i
OUR CORRESPONDENT DRUNK. a
During my stay at the Wells, we rugged up 7
four in hand and visited Baldwin's Ranch,
be most beautiful farm in the world. From c
here We drove to Sierra Nadre Villa, win
er resort, and royal place it is; even
rushed and bleeding love sick heart could get II
eli at this place. Distracted maidens take
eed). From the Villa we drove to Sunny q
ide, a fine paying rancho owned by Mr.. Rose, u
le largest wine and brandy manufacturer in u
ae Union, from his own vineyards. We were II
lown ali through the wine room, the distill- p
~, Press and mash rooms The last name Il
FUNDS suggestive, but in this it is merely II
mash of grapes). We were kindly shown
yer the place by Mr. Rose in person, who w
I'VE as detailed accounts of tho process of 90
inc making and grape growing. / cannot be, ,,s
n to remember the number of gallons of wine ~
I'd brandy Mr.. Rose makes during the year, ! a.
I | got SO drunk figuring out how many ~,
mes ne grows on one half of his rancho that ..
stood talking to an ingeniously contrived or.
for twenty minutes, before ] found !.
t that it was a wooden image to brighten -
IDS from young vines. l shall always re- 81
smbsr Sunny-Side, bot 50 much from ths ~.