Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-05-25

There are great fields of corn, wheat and
barley, substantial farm houses, surrounded
by fine gardens, and a general look Of
thrift and contentment. In course of the
morning we pass the ruins of a Jesuit mis-
sion, nearly two centuries old, and the ex-
tensive rancho of Senior Aguillar, a Next
can, who owns most of the country here
abouts. The sun is at the meridian as We
toll up a series of low hills, and presently
we find ourselves in another valley, equally
fertile, but not so well cultivated. Right
here begin the lands of the International
Company of Mexico-the great tract ex-
tending southwark more than 800 miles
and including half the peninsula, which
the Mexican Government transferred a
few years ago to a syndicate of American
capitalists. Here and there are houses
with a squatter look about them and
patches of titled ground, but most OF the
colonists have settled around or below En-,
senada.
FARTHER SOUTH.
Crossing another dividing ridge, we
lose sight of the Tia Juana river, but soon
find another and smaller stream, which is
more like a succession of springs. Later
on we come to another river, which can
be forded without difficulty, and then
enter the Garlic valley, narrower than
that behind US but 'incomparably lovely,
The few families who reside in this Sc
Guided spot seem delighted to see travellers,
though strangers. Wayside children
cheer us as we pass. and men and women
come out of their houses to shake hands
and inquire the news, afterwards bidding
us a courteous adios.
Out Of this sleepy hollow we literally
crawl up a narrow pass, terriically steep,
where the spring rains have worn the road
into appalling ruts. Being obliged to
walk, while the carriage topples from side
to side in a manner fearful to contemplate,
considering what the descent may be, we
divert ourselves by gathering some u the
flowers which cover these wild heights in
infinite variety.
Below this second divide we enter El
Vale de las Palnas-the valley of
Palms-one of the most beautiful spots it
has ever been my good fortune to behold.
By this time night has come, and we Jour-
ney by moonlight, the tall trees and
bushes casting ghosAy shadows. We
cross dry river-bede STREAMS running
upside DOWN and long stretches of bot.
tom land and fields of sweet-smeting
alfalfa, and at last, tired and sleepy, make
the little village OF Los Palmas and
anosher dry-goeds box of a hotel, kept by
a pleasant German family, who gave US a
good supper and comfortable bed.
At the earliest peep of day a horn
blown vigorously outside signals the hour
for arising. Breakfast is quietly dis
patched, and sunrise finds us
AGAIN ON II ROAD.
Almost Immediately we plunge into
a clear, halIow stream, the Palmas
river, afterwards following a beauti-
full canyon fringed with ferns and carpeted
with greenest grass, shaded by large trees
and thick underground. The stream zig
zags through the narrow gorge so that we
were obliged to cross it a score of times.
keeping a sharp lookout for the
rattlesnakes which here abound. Before
noon we came into Vallecitos, Little Val
ley where Ex-Governor Ryerson and his
brother-in-law, Senior Serano, have fine
ranches, fat cattle, good residences, or
chards, wheat fields, a steam Touring mill,
and other desirable possessions.
Later We enter Burro canyon, a narrow
dehle, where enormous live-oahs interlock
their branches overhead, and a clear stream.
fed by innumerable springs, winds in and
among the rocks and trees, between
banks that are like soft green plush, strewn
with wild lowers. In one place the err
ratio river suddenly crosses the road.
leaps over a fallen tree into a natural
basin, and then, diving under a mossy
bank, runs away and hides itself among
rocks and ferns. By and by it reap
pears, grown broader and %noisier, jumping
over rocks and making such a racket that
can hardly believe it to be the same
modest little stream whose quiet begin
ming we saw at the head of the valley.
OF Burro canyon we come into
GUADALUPE VALLEY,
Where "all along the river lie long fields
Of rye and barley" and it is easy to i'm
agine that Camelot is at hand, especially
IS piles OF gigantic white rocks somewhat
resemble castle walls. This valley is
by its own river, the Guadalupe.
which runs bottom up
wards, but remains visible the whole
year through. Irrigation is mot needed
here, and wonderful crops are said to be
Infallible. The Flowers brothers own
here, and at one of their houses
stopped for luncheon. The genial host
added fresh milk and butter to our
stock and store, and our soldier
companions contributed some savory
ribs of lamb broiled over the
Goals on the point of stick. Around the
lower case grow enormous palm trees of
he fan variety, tall banana bushes and
orange trees laden with fruit, while on all
'ldes, far as the eye can reach, lie fields of
voung wheat, like smooth green carpets.
Farther on we pass another deserted
whose crumbling walls
TELL A MELANCHOLY TALE
)f patient priests, who toiled and PRAYED
md taught the natives the beauties of
holiness. We can see how the land all
around had once been laid out in fields and
before the cruel edict of Danish
nent came, and some old pear and apricot
.rees still bear fruit in their season.
Then we hurry on, as twilight is ap-
preaching, through miles of wheat and bar
.ey, fording a river every now and then,
passing scattered ranches and long stretches
If u~noccupied country. Then come the long
nills which form the last divide" then
Town, down, down, now in almost total
darkness, A wavering moon m out at
asst, uncertain whether to show her face
to hide it behind the clouds. In any
,ther country rain would fall from such a
sky; but here, of course, it cannot for
months to come. AT last a glimmer of
ocean is before us, and its roar is again in
our ears. After leaving Sanzal lone of
he show ranches of the International
1ompany) we drive so closes to shore
hat some of the fercer breakers actual
y sprinkle us with their spray. Then
he road runs inland a mile or two, max
.ng way for a line of low hills. Then old
Neptune's voice is heard again, and the
.winkling lights of Ensenada, the ssnew
,ity by the sea-" announce the journeys
end. FANNIE r. WAN
Chronic Deadheads.
The lengths to which chronic applicants
or free passes will go is well illustrated by