Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-02-12
ANOTHER LETTER FROM PANT.

HOUSE, kOy JLc bcst uo'Ci vi NH'
Francisco), and taking good bath, braeed ny
on cocktail and breakfasted royalty; alter
which l drove to the old Mission Church,
built in 1856 and is the third oldest mission OH
the coast. The bells were cast at Lima, Peru
in 1918, az the letters on them, rudely cut in
the brass, state. The walls of the church are
five feet thick, and of solid masonry. We
were kindly shown over this old relic OF past
days by that dear old "cuss Father Okief,
the jolliest friar that ever wore a cowl or
wrestled with sin. He is a round faced keen
eyed intelligent man, and good priest. He
can scatter holy water and drink good wine
easier than can, and | am considered better
! than q green hand at either. The view from
this mission looking toward the ocean Is most
beautiful, and it was with regret that | shook
hands and wished good bye to the hospitable
and talented priest who presides over this yer
liable Eden | next visited Col. Hollisters
famous ranch and other points Of interest in
and about Santa Barbara. The one hundred
year-o old grape vine, and Hot Springs in
| Guided.
IN BAD COMPANY.
At the latter place fell in with three un-
| gedly men of sin; in other words, three
| San Francisco commercial travellers. Roth
| child, Vandemark and Murphy: and such
| trio of cheek and good business qualities are
| seldom met with. Feeling the need of Chris
tan influence and moral example, they pro-
posed that they should travel with ae north
ward; and thinking that | might be the hmm
Bile means of reclaiming them back to the fold
of the good Shepherd, l consented, and the
following day we fsur took the stage for San
Louis Obispo; by some unaccountable freak
of fancy, or presumed idea that the rest would
forget to take a supply of liquors, all and
each of us had brought bottles of spiritual COM
fort sufficient for all hands, and if ever four
people made Rome howl, it was that quar-
tette of depravity and sinfulness. The very
trees seemed intoxicated as We whirled by, and
songs and jests and roaring laughter filled air
and earth. We rode all day and at night
passed Lompoc, temperance colony. and like
all such places nc. in fourishing condition
and never will se.
LoMPoC
Is noted principally for hyposrites who drink |
behind the door, the raising of all kinds of
beans, and tow headed children. The soil |
seems peculiarly adapted to the latter vegeta- |
BILE, and every house looks like recess at an |
Orphan Asylum. 1 never saw as many chill
dren to the acre IS did at Lompoc, and |
hurried out as fast as possible. q know why
but shant give it away. At Lompoc We
changed coaches and horses, took on one more
= native of the place, and started
OF course We offered him drink. He de-
clined, saying he was TEN Ierance advocate.
We respected his ideas and offered him no
more. Four miles from Lonlpoc and outside
Of the colony, We found a saloon, and around
and in it, a dozen or more old topers; noses
beautifully colored suggestive of many huge
time and many drinks. Here we had the cur
tains buttoned down and prepared for nights
ride, each taking ght cap" from our
own supply before commencing doubtful
game of coach sleep. We had each drank and !
he bottle corkea when our Lompoc passen-
ger said he believed he would just take ''llt {
lie nip" In an instant it was handed him, /
md from the familiar gurgle- gurgle sound we '
could tell what the darkness and his own cum t
ling was trying to hide-that he was taking a
God long nip. Intuitively we four sinners r
rasped at the same idea, and forthwith set
bout it. Sleep was quickly forgotten and h
re- commenced stories and adventures drink
az at each burst of merriment. Old Poky, 9
we had dubbed our Lompoc traveller Poky), h
Dining in each time; and long ere we reached a
ne next station, Poky was doubled up on "
ne coach floor drunk as Lord. Our mission "
We said good night and nodded fe
way until daylight fat San Louis Obispo. lie
Lere we separated Poky was lifted out of il
lie coach by the friends that were expecting Ii
m, and to whom he explained that he was 81
ladenly attacked with vertigo and fearful
ckness and had to lie down
BIG RANCE. A
| ate poor breakfast at a poor hotel, the. G
lily one in town, for poor price, and con de
naed my journey northward over a beauti b,
/ road, passing Mr.. Pat Murphys little gar al
N patch of ground, of only thirty miles in IA
agth and fifteen in width, called Santa Mar ia
rita Rancho Murphy is first class rancher ha
nater and citizen. He is as Irish as ''boiled tn