Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-07-15

guez and .she Trujillo swing their business
signs al sng the main street. We saw the
ghost grown old of senorita who must
hive been young when the town was
young. Before long, low adobe, cracked
in half and crumbling with time, was tied
sleepy, slab-sided burro, and from out
narrow, deep-set window leaned the head
and shoulders of the old Mexican woman
who looked az old as the town. Her trowzy
black hair bristled at her ears, and her lace
was crossed and scanned with lines Could
she ever have been young? The old
church, with its quaint confesslonals and
its daubs of religious paintings, Is the one
sight of the place, save the very strange
and tumble-down convent, now delivered
over to ruin. As left the church an old
dame wrapped in black vail hobbled In
and knelt in one of the pewa, crossing her.
self and beginning her prayers, with ro-
sary hanging from her fingers. She seemed
to have been condensed from the ar so
well did she harmonic with
THE BREATH OF A CENTURY
That filed the place. The Carmel Mission
is the most picturesque and beautiful ruin
l have ever seen. 1t stands at the mouth
of the Carmel river, with the remains OF
its ancient wall about it, the venerable
pear trees, large and hourishing, that line
the approach, bearing fruitful testimony to
the industry of the priests A little bare
foot, black.eyed girl ran out to the gate and
shyiv took our toll ere we entered, but she
was the only church fair l ever knew who
failed to charge for getting out. 1t seemed
very odd to stand in awe of ruin, but
the place echoed with painful sweetness OF
the bells that rung in the belfry OF the
chants that swelled in the choir OF the
feet that went up the aisles such long
time ago. Every spot in its floor OF
earth seemed to be followed by knees
long since stifened beyond prayer, and
the tears of mourners, methought,
had dried with the dust that received the
prints OF orr unsanctifed feet. The dis
TURNED swallows went to and fro above our
heads, the blue sky looked in between the
uncovered arches, and the yellowest sun
shine that ever was shot through chinks.
The graves of the old fathers, since I'M
tombed, lay in front of the dismantled
altar, and the place needed but the GER
tainty of human death about it to bind 1t
completely to our reverence. Going up
| the spiral stair to the choir, | discovered
the name OF a friend, carved go many years
ago that it was crumbling with the wall.
/ It seemed like reminder of his boyhood,
when he cut the letters gayly with his
knife, boyhood long since given over to
the past, and something of melancholy
clings to its memory, to those who knew it,
as a tinge of sadness always clings to what
is gone. 1t was another day when l went
/ on the most awful
FASHIONABLE DRIVE
That ever was macadamized. How people
ever can be gay as they drive along it, l do
not know. It is the road to Cypress
Point. A peculiar formation of rock lies
along its rough shore, and there is nothing
of light and play to the waves of its ocean.
The waters are deep. dark and sullen to
the very edge, and tangled masses of weed
lie as still as if they knew no tide or cur.
rent. 1t is dreadful water In one
spot pebbles as large as marble and from
! that on to greater size, are washed up and
| drawn back again with grit and a grind
that make the flesh creep, for the waters
seem to be going over grim monotone OF
Come down, down; we'll suck you in
and cast you out, and suck you in again
like this, like this and the pebbles wash
up and out again, and up and out with
sickenipg regularity. The Cypress Grove
! is collection of the most weird, fantastic,
grimacing, deformed, twisted trees, mag
ination can produce. Talk about wander
ing in cypress groves | wouldn't spend
a night alone among these nightmare
expresses for money. Faces allied to the
| human peered from them in broad day
light. Their agonized branches were
writhing, tossing arms, and the wind that
went through them had moan l shall hear
in nv dreams. What must it be at night,
| then, when these trees become creatures
and whisper But here among the sun.
shine
DRIFTING AMONG THE PINES
l forget it all, and am glad to be but
terdy. 1 warm my heart among the
people, and feel the golden glow of bon
homie along my veins. Just over there
are Mr.. and Mrs. Grimes, of the Sacra.
mento valley, who have bought and will
build here. Mrs. Henry Stevens has taken
the Mosgrove cottage. Mr.. and Mrs, J.
I T. Hamilton have been here, also Mrs JAS
Felter, of Sacramento Harrison and wife
and Haight and family, from San Fran
cisco, are here Rev. l. f. Dwinell,
! whose scholarly reputation is as
/ well known as his name,
preached here, and so did Rev. II. E.
Jewett, formerly of Golden Gate Academy,
Oakland. MIR. and Mrs. Jerome Banks, Of
Red Bluff, he immersed in politics and she
in the quiet pleasures of the place. have
/ been familiar faces. Mrs. P. D. Brown, a
large factor in benevolence, has spent her
summer vacation here SO has her friend,
Mrs. Kelley, SO have many others too
numerous Tor mention and so has
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