Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-11-30
in the evening breeze like the folds of a

in the evening breeze like the folds OF a
| flag.
Up on steep side Hill is blue cloud
that suggests flock of bluejays. The soil
is red enough to suggest a white horse,
and it is thrown down long chute and
lights at the bottom of the hill. The jays
are moon-eyed Celestials in the blue
blouses of their religion.
This claim is lighted by electric lights.
All along the sdb-fume are gibbets, as |
thought, but on the approach of evening,
each one, instead of holding out the stiff,
dangling carcass of stray dude or book
agent, held diamond star that cleaned
and sparkled with metallic, diabolical
grin and lighted the lonely canyon and the
signing pines. Looking up the dry bed of
the river the eye lights on some objects on
the dam that looked, to my serio-comic
eve, even in the midst of this sublimity,
like train of huge spiders. 1t was a
string of Cinnamon with wheelbarrows,
on the dam, and outlined against the clear
sky, was an imposing procession.
The moon came up like great soft she'll,
and smiled wan pale smile at her keen
eyed rival. There is a delightful suspen-
sion bridge that sways and rocks, and
comes up to meet your foot at every step.
Then it commences to go the other way,
and chases backwards in such marked
manner, that if you had not perfect faith
! in your temperate state you would think
you were ''razzled." There is also little
| colony at the head of the mine, where the
| miners live with their families. Some of
the most cunning abodes-half tent and
half weather. boards, built into the side
hill on one side and propped up on high
stills on the other. The fragrant steam
from the kettle of brown beans, the sizzling
slices of bacon on the open fire, and the
Dutch oven of faky biscuits, floats upward
among the slim wasted pines and red
stemmed manzanitas i the odor, not the
Dutch oven. Troops of youngsters scoot
around among the brush, and at the first
lntimation of the nocturnal hash being
ready, swarm around the table like bees
around a honey-pot. Happy little b.
hemians!
Homeward-bound in a cart, over the
mountain road. We were three, and the
seat was two. There were bumps and hol-
lows in the road, and our horse had an ec-
centric gait. His name was Monkey"
His teeth were long and his eyes not
mates. No one foot was alike, and his
ragged hide was unshorn. We uprooted a
telegraph pole and carried it for whip,
and rolled in on the home-stretch in state
If there is one thing above another on
which / am able to expatiate and elabo-
rate, it is the science of mining. No COM
pliments. Interment private.
See Thermalito and bust 1t is not all
there-the funds ran out. Oh, it is such
a beautifully-located little colony, about
three miles from Oroyille, by circuitous
route, but by rowing across the river you
are there while you are thinking about it.
The hotel is built on a curve of the river
and within rod of the high bluff that is
it's bank. Approaching on one side, the
building has the appearance of some of the
quaint and massive architecture of the
converts and castles of the Old World.
But the other side inherits all the eccen-
tricities of the modern, and gingerbread"
was administered in unstinted quantities.
The building has only reached the stage
where the plasterers will take up the
work, and, lying empty in its vastness, it
presents sorrowful appearance. Hornets,
spiders, bats and wasps occupy the most
desirable suites and send an intruder flying
down the echoing corridors, stumbling
over piles of refuse lumber and banks Of
curly shavings in undignifed haste.
The view after clambering to the top of
the building is magnifcent-the river, the
town of Oroville just across, the marked
| table mountains in the distance, and the
red hills, adjacent to the colony all in or
derly rows of orange trees. There are
streets laid out, now abandoned to weeds,
there are over a score of pretty houses, a
number of them tenanted, and an air of re-
fnement manifest in the well-kept little
lawns and carefully trained flowers. The
broad avenue entering the heart of the
place is planted on either side with beau
tiful ornamental trees of many varieties.
While Monkey" waited in quiet dignity
at the grand entrance, three nomads
munched dainty lunch of corned beef
and raw onions, in the very atmosphere
where some sweet day will rustic stiff bro
cades and creamy laces, and the sparkling
champagne will brighten the eye and
loosen the tongue of the butterfly tourist.