The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-08-18

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sheet iros iso tee, square lad on top O
the bricls Al onr end . xiie chimney y
im pro,lse,l uat II Old store pipe. and ih'
other !. TIE ~ .rr 10 put Ia .c'Hl II u
wend~slal bAt a ipR sticks sad oSss aud
bits az ,.a,k sill do 10 the way Of heating
all ihis suriac. smoking bot. and what
good things can be eoolel IN trying pans,
old tla cans AID bake kettles We iars
sumptuoasly The boys go hshlng ior
mountain front and sometimes have been
known 10 catch few, but generally our
Ash come out of the big pond aud are
brought 10 Ne il a cart by al Italian fisher
man. SAa bass, ocean trout aud rouudrrs,
all delicious The butcher visits as coca.
sionAlly '.~ls.n be fe.s like taking ride, :
As the one a, Deepha,en did And shen
he comes be- is hks eonquering hero.
All the woman. kind OF Skyland crowd
around him with the mosi unaffected
pleasure, while be deals out TO Que a steak,
10 another some chops or roast with sub
lime condsscension. Excellent vegetable.
aud fruits are brought 10 US from neigh
boring garden patches aud lorcharls. ioi
these high valleys are being rapidly set
tied and cultivated. Right adjoining
Skyland is as good field Of corn u. ever
grew ia Vermont, much OF 1t twelve feet
high, and never drop Of rain falls upon
it from the time il is planted till It ma
lures, neither does 1t have drop from ar.
tificiaI sources Of supply. Just the dew
and a semi occasional sea fog furnish Its
atmospheric moisture. Ofcoure its roots
strike deeply into the earth where last
winters stores are not exhausted.
Ny kitchen has only roof and so us !
stir and skim and boil and fry the airs OF
heaven visit me but not roughly, and can
look away down over red wood forests and
wild mountain canyons to the blue and
shining sea. 1t quite sublimates cookery.
In every direction around us lies world
Of beauty. The hills are just about the
height OF the Green Mountains and the
outlook is not unlike that from the sum
NIT OF Equinox with the exception OF our
western view which terminates, after
plunge OF two thousand feet, in the great
Pacific. We can see the pretty and pic
turesque villages OF Santa Cruz and So
auel nesting each by its little bay, while
all the lesser bays and caves are included
in the vast sweep Of the bay OF Monterey.
This bay is some forty miles wide and is
very beautiful. The coast mountains
slope down to the waters edge, leaving
only strip OF beach with here and there
q wider piece OF land where some narrow
valley or mountain pass makes its way to
the sea. Down two OF these canyons rail
roads run, The Southern Pacific, and the
"South Pacific Coast. One terminates at
Santa Cruz and the other at Monterey.
With q glass We can see the train az it
creeps across bridge and enters Santa
Cruz, and with the unassisted eye eau see
the steamer which daily crosses the bay.
Nothing can be more pleasant than the
blending OF mountain and sea and sky
which forms our western view. We see q
long line OF clouds always skirting the
horizon, bank OF fog with shifting out
lines and delicate prismatic hues and then
the wide, blue sea, often like a mirror, but
sometimes heaving and tossing and break
ing on the shore in white capped pillows.
We can see across the the bay the white
spray where the ocean dashes against the
cliffs OF Monterey l would like to write
you a whole letter about that picturesque
and ancient town but will reserve for an
other time.
Between us and the shore lie mountain
peaks aud wild goryes thickly covered
with redwood and frs; river about like
the Battenkill; yellow fields OF grain with
picturesque farm houses Nesting among
orchards ani vineyards; winding mount
ain roads and two or three sav mills deal.
ing ont destruction to the great forests
which surround them.
As the sun goes dropping down we gath.
or on the plaza to watch the wonderful
play OF light aud shade on the hillsides
and OF color on the sea II is all indiscrib
ably grand and beautiful. When tho sun
ia gone the distant bank Of fog slowly
rises and comes creeping sboreaard. Soon
there is only narrow bit OF blue sea,
then 1t is gone. The soft white inunda.
ton oyerHovs the villages and hamlets by
the coast and nov it comes stealthily up
the mountain sides. One familiar land
mark after another disappears; the gorges
fill; the high peaks look like islands. the
long ridges like promintories and capes;
they. too. are soon swallowed up. the first
waves Of the soft, aerial ocean are breaking
at our feet and''all the world is in the sea. "
Often We spend the night on little lonely
green island and sometimes, though very
rarely, we, too. are overwhelmed. When
this befalls us ~e go into our tents or cab
ms and turn rather liseonsoIately into our
cots aud hunks, though some light their
candles and make AN evening Of 1t with
books and cards and tho usual pastimes'
In the morning We are vakened by the
glorious shining VI the sun. the dancing
shadows on the canvass roof. the songs OF
birds and all the pleasant sounds ofsylvan
life. We hurry gu, to see the fog'ope'
Again below us lies the great, billowy.
white, fog ocean, like molten silver tossed
into huge wares by some vast silent up
heaval. We seem 10 he standing by at
new creation. The spirit OF God Is again
n,,nu thu fac. of the waters The hrina-