New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-04-26

Srr,poa IN say W, started out within an hodr
in the very same cart which lhd pIou!sHII Tj,ee
pon1. vas smaller than ever but he had the same
goCd-uatrrc possessed by every o,ien i 49, ,rcnre5
We hid seen. The hound and her puPpcl5 to tbcir
nl"rn "3 tro ,-rr,n da Mrs Hancock, with an
activity very remarkable, appeared NI'l i iod
cigarette at the always open door. ,, v 0 tTe
and waved her hand at us, tHei S"O Uo"" VII '''@
bcncif with the dogs ut her leel' 4 80, t,o oort
Tho Donv Strolicd of, and we sat Oh tlc CaIS
bottom and looked We VEN ,sa - alS. c lived
We wondered If it was ever baked IN, ana wIsheu
il might furnish Us viandS, so inau we heeu ioO
forage SO often in that queer olu idt,nCH. froroo
There were some boJghS spread over frame
Wor, TO protect the oven, and ladder with nearly
all the TungS gone led mp to the roof o. lhc
frame The red roofs Of the houses came acw
and willow trees standing ABOUT, ana the Wnoie
land. viewed from here, seemed asleep IN u'c
lovely liGht.
We went along by the Mission Creek following
its small valley the creek itself hidden from us
by the thicl, underbrush. We cou;j. hear the
long, soft roar Of the waves IN TIC pay 1,,bio}'
presently saw the wafer and the islands, Whlci
law i'm their blue setting dreaming creams, vi
plradisc: or at least that is the way they looKeG
as | ga2cd across at them from the rlckeuS or'
Here is Burton's Mound, where the Indians nave
long ago buried immense quantities OF Dig eaIt,icl
vessels. Here also is an old square adobe structtIr,
with its inevitable veranda, called inc D"i ~"
We are bound for La Patera." For some in
scrutabIc reason, Lemuel has elected TO tnke lbs III
this direction, instead Of toward the MISSION OIL
Santa barbara, witch is the place to when every
newcomer very naturally goes first. ,,., .,
To our establishment, the pony condesccnded TO
heed some pleadngs from his master, ana bcgui
to amblc, then to gallop. while We slld here ahI
there the cart bottom. Inc terrier plahtTru I
HIS front feet firmly ana tired TO conl Siori .i
antics Of the vehicle, but 10 no purpose. ClarlS5,
thanked her stars she had not worn her pee'
gown this trip.
While We were going along at this rate as II
the pony had gone crazy, saw ahead OF MS a
man ON u small black horse cantoring toward MS
Beside the horse lie rode lie was leadlug TWO
Others by haters. lie was little, brown. with
cred specimen ~ man. with thln' cray must lcnt
and hollow checks. When he saw us ne took OF
his hat with great flourish. Lcmucl called ont,
IIullo, Juan! Coin up to our place are
them the ponies"
Juan sirnifcl that he was going 10 Lcmuels,
and that them were the ponies. ." And how Is my
sister,
1t transpircd that this person was q. brother to
IncZ, and when he knew that CI2riSsa was
sister 10 Lemuel he took of his bot with another
flourish and tried 10 express something Of his 10Y
at meeting her. | do not think any man IN all
her life had ever greeted Clarssa in this way;
The urim. keen. Yankee face actually hluShed ana
the sharp, fantce voice was good deal modified
as she said: " How do ye do?'
Juan began 10 dcporc the fact that We were
not mounted. He said this was no kind OF
trip 10 go I'm carriagc-that is what hc called or
rnuShack,c lt;lc cart he advised rs. win much
I0pUftN EllHllSl, 10 90 bicf ana SlHfI aEdiu ''l
horseback, When ClarisSl asserted that She had
never been hors" since she was child, this
Spanish Gentleman told her II was no natter, the
least IN the world; ne would teach her; ne would
take carr of her. The lady hluShcd again.
Lomuc finally proposed thot We give il mp and
start on horSrh. ck. But before we went back We
climbed the hieh laVd i'm the rear Of the Ns5ion,
I'm obedience 70 Iuau'S advice. He said II was
pretty 10 look az there.
Pretty, n was picture 10 remember all ones
life. Eyrn Cl'rissa was Suhluod into rcvcrent
admiration. and acknowledged that Santa Barbara
was rs likely place for scenery as she had ever
looked ~.
SPREAD ont before ms lay a lovcliucs' for which
there are no worls-thc Sr1 and the mountains.
The ~ca Of such deep. divine blue. lrldcs"c1t,
hc0vipg hodHg iu its bosom The Gems Of islands
that wore morn thou mere islands. The great rough
mountains of tlc Santa NncZ or tho other side be-
tween thr water and he hills. the valley. \
softcrcl haze embraced the whole scene with
magic poWrt There were fields Of grain; there
were Hvc-oals and trees. whose ItmeS ! dil nov
know: there WAS the shining beach that makes here
n beautiful curve: thcrc w0s Mission Cree. there
WIS pond 1'''fori1r in ono direction; ami NOR"
mulrtrI0e which ar" called Santa cruz. and dina
sIlopc, of vet other mountains unknown - wc.
II was monv minutes before any ono spoke.
Then Lcuucl Hancock tlrrcd toward me, and
waved hls hard comprchouSiyelv above him
gucss it'll do, won't It ?' lie said.-lThe Over
land Monthly.