Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-12-28

| such he is in reality. He has master and
q home, bat peripatetic life suits his taste
more apily that the regular course of bones
and beating, and so he trampeth where he
listeth, and no man knows whence he
| cometh nor whittier he goeth. He Is
huge cream and white animal of no par
ticular breed-just only dog-with droop-
ing ears, q deep forehead, and soft, intelli-
gent eyes. On this day he was taking
| little run over the sandhills for any coons
or Jack-rabbits that might be tempted to
! wander from the cover Of home. His eyes
lit up with joy d6speakale when he
chanced upon the coassins party. Here
was rare sport that was far n advance OF
the most exciting coon chsse. The slide
soon lost its charm, and .he long, low
stretch OF beach and tumblng breakers
lew hundred yards to the wst invited their
attention. Over the soft yidding sand the
pare feet went pattering, sno bull was
| the happiest boy in the tunc1: One little
fellow. whose pockets were bulging over
with carrots, and the tops waving with
every Jump, secured him b, q long, stout
piece of kelp. But captivity Is a word un.
known to Ball." and ne was soon
swimming and barkini and swal-
lowing salt water at every howl.
The little pantaloons were reefed
higher and secured, and six little white legs
ghmmered in the blue green water. Every
punch OF seaweed was overturned, and
every time their pet hope las biasted-that
OF finding dead sailor or chest of doub-
looms in the trash ihe sea had rejected.
Every abalone, every crab, every living
thing received its amount of attention, and
many an old vete.an sea gull was made TO
wish it had never seen the light of day.
The eye of heaven sank down, down. throw.
ing rosy glow over all. The breakers
flung themselves higher, as if waiting il
good night K IS. The tender rays slanted
on the giistening sands, in the wake of the
last receding wave, and mirrored plainly /!
the tired youngsters with rosy cheeks, and |
Bull, with his pink tongue loiling out |
and his tail dropping, holding grand
pow.wow as to the advisability of turning
their little red heels on grand old ocean |
and vending their wap homeward.
The seventeen mile drive is patronized |
but little. Now and then a winter bridal |
party is driven over it, having come down |
from Psjaro or Milpetas to spend an ex-
ttavagant three days honey. moon at Del |
Monte. The drive has its attractions, even
IN the dull winter. Every little ravine is
oyerhupg with vines in gorgeous yellow
and red beauty, and the spruces end cv-
presses take on greener complexion and
q breath as spicy as the man who goes out
between acts. One of the prettiest features
is Cypress Point, Where the green sward
extends to the waters edge, and the
briny winds have battled with the old
cypress trees until they have succumbed to
Its strength and have lsin themselves down
on the grassy knolls in sheer fatigue. The
forest is as dense and uncanny-looking as
those in fairy lore and from under the
green shelves and gnarled branches
brownies and gnomes seem ready to pop
out and dance wildly. Gentle moses creep
up around the fallen monarchs and cover
their deformities. The heavy fogs creep in
from the sea and hang like a great, wet
gray curtain. How the winds sport with
It and tear it into parts that gradually close
together.
There is snake in the Eden; there is
fruit. There is the element
whose heels are itching 10 dance to the
ingle of the timbrel and harp, and there
S the element who say the sound of rev.
,lry shall not disturb their ouietude.
There is skating rink, and skating is al
owed, but that is the difference 'twixt
weedledum and tweedledee. 1t seems
bat at the founding OF the place the Pa
ahc improvement Company agreed that
here were to be no saloons nor high links
If any kind. The little place is renowned
or its quiet and temperate habits, and the
bowers propose to have peace if they have
o fight for it. The other faction claim
hat that jurisdiction does not extend on to
he territory on which they dance, and so
he wordy war wages. A.R.L.