Daily Los Angeles herald., 1882-06-01

bear tart testimony to this Gle
ment climate, and the royal
century plant displays its mira
Gle of bloom Between Los An
geles and the Villa nestles Pasadena,
n paradise of orange groves and beauty.
Just beyond the Villa is the great ranch
and vineyard of Mr.. L. j. Rose, who
left Iowa for this land of enchantment
away back in the fifties, had his train
stolen and many of his party murdered
by Indians while building RATS to cross
the Colorado near Yuma, returned pen
niless to New Mexico, kept hotel two
years at Santa Fe, earned another outfit
and came to his present home. We en-
joyed the hospitality of his son Harry
and his son-in-law, Mr.. Wachtel, and
sampled the marvellous vintage in his
great wine warehouse where are wines
that need fear no rival, be it from Italy,
France or Oporto One of his vineyards
has in it 720 acres, and produces port
the purest ever drank, while his Berger
and Blaue Elben will throw any foreign
hook out of the market. His brandies
are matchless, and could all of his vari-
GUS vintages reach the consumers pure
as they leave him no foreign wine would
find buyer in this country.
A FLATTERING PICTURE.
| cannot tell all the marvels of Los
Angeles. / may not live always in Iowa
and cannot afford to sacrifice my repute
for veracity, even in so good cause.
Here is country which produces corn,
wheat, barley and alfalfa, all the vegeta-
bles known to gardening, and the or
ange, shaddock, lemon, lime, English
walnut, almond, olive, grape, peach,
apricot, prune, apple, cherry, fig, banana,
strawberry, blackberry and raspberry.
Flowers are everywhere. The very
weeds so bloom and scent the air that
what is ruthlessly buried by the pillow
here would be cherished with us as o
thing of beauty and JOY forever. All
this, too, in climate that makes its
EXTREMIST range between 81 and 81,
where you may wear your winter clothes
all summer and and your summer clothes
all winter, where CRATE fire is a cheer
fnl evening comfort alike in January and
July, where the song Of the mosquito is
never heard and his bill is never present
ed, and thunder storms are unknown!
AT noon the temperature is about eighty
and begins to declna with the springing
OF the sea breeze. BY night it is down
to 60 and you sleep, regardless of the
quietude oil your conscience, under two
blankets. Homer described it all several
thousand years ago.
" Stern Winter smiles on that auspicious cline,
. The fields are forid with unfa,ing prime,
50 From bleak pole no winds incement blow,
i" Mould the round hail. or flake the iieecy snow;
6 But from the breezy deepthe blessed inhale
The fragrant murmurs of the western gale.
AMONG THE DARK EYED BEAUTIES.
Here the acute Spaniard planted his
empire and built his adobe. The first
has become the inheritance OF another
race, but the adobes are still here. Tie
Mexican quarter is called the ''Sonora.
My friend, Tommy Ocampo, the son of
q long Spanish line, born here, escorted
us to the Sonora, for | wanted some
nescal, the mellow Mexican liquor
which is distilled from the cactus, and
has the flavor of arrack. Dwelling in
the Sonora found the family OF Senior
Santa Cruz, a .joyerio, or jeweler, and
under his low adobe roof five daughters,
lusky and blackeyed beauties who
speak Spanish, French and German
and are now mastering Chi
nese. This Mexican father schools them
in his own house, where school-room
is fitted up, and they are fine samples of
The proud race which planted here civ
ilization and the cross.
Tommy, who is the best guide, as well
as philosopher and friend stranger here
can have, took us too lunch of tonates,
a triumph of the Mexican cuisine. 1t
is made of corn meal paste, enclosing a
bit of chicken, tied up in a corn husk
and boiled. You revolt at it! Let me
tell you it is royal tid-bit and the race
that invented tomales can never lose its
liberties. Go on into the Sonora and ask
the first little Senorita you meet for
Tommy Ocampo's adobe, find him and
he will prove a prize, guide board to
the tomales, a chaperone to the bale and
4 lexicon to the polite mysteries of the
cascarone. A social hop is bale, and
the Spanish custom improves 6pon your
style which produces the unhappy "wall
flower" If Senorita likes your face
she brings you an egg shell, filled with
bits of silver and gold tinsel and breaks
it upon your head. The effect upon a
bald head is ornamental but startling. 1t
is an invitation to dance with her. You
buy cascarone and break it upon her
black hair and accept the invitation or
politely excuse yourself, as you wish.
MISCELLANEOUS.
The limit to the settlement and pro-
ductiveness of Los Angeles county is
the water supply. Col. Banbury and
the Woodburys, of Marshalltown, have
just bought a new tract, east of Pasade
ma, of 1000 acres, for 81 cents per acre
andpaid $40, 900 fora mountain stream to
irrigate it. This irrigation makes their
raw land worth from $50 to 5000
per acre, for with water this land will
produce anything from the potato to the
olive.
The rain comes in November and at
intervals until April, during which
time Is inches shall fall to bring first
rate barley, wheat and corn. A dry
season is death to those crops and to
the grazing lands. For lack of rain
sheep will sell to Texans for export for
y cents per head, but shower brings
them up to $500. The orchards and
vineyards, mostly, are irrigated. Don't
buy land outside water district or you
are cleft" The water comes from the
mountains. 1t is conducted in narrow
canals, called "Zanjas" -Sankies, and
is flowed upon the lands about once in
six weeks, in the Summer. A 'head"
of water from the Zanja costs about
$3.50 if by night, and $500 if by,day, for
20 acres.
AS to the price in proportion to the
acres, am not speaking with certainty,
but it's dirt cheap for a shower, and, as
a former Iowa boy, a piously raised boy
too, declared to Inc, "beats praying for
rain, by large majority
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