The record-union., 1891-08-08

speedily, and, had not been headed off,
most likely would have been going yet.
but oisetting this statement was the fact
tnat the night before q party of campers
had been rained in-their camp para
phernalla was Sodden wreck. A COM
modlous barn was donated for their use.
and the entire community assuaged their
grle1 by turning out and giving jolly
dance in their honor
For the benefit of those who indulge in
summer resorts it is nay duty to offer my
experience as warning. 1t is always
well to have q haven in view when you
leave the shelter of home, because
it is an unpleasant and un-
profitable employment to ride thirty
miles and try at every dairy ranch to es-
tablish yourself in the bosom of a private
family. After YOU are refused the doZ-
enth time you begin to feel like you are
Wanderer on the face of the fair earth.
ou wonder if you look like bandit, if
you have the appearance of a dog-poi-
soner, or If they saw the Henry rifle and
railroad spike you had innocently pro-
Vlded yourself with to brave the dangers
OF Bodega. You pull yourself up by the
roots and take an inventory of your faults
and shortcomings, and move on with an
etferyescing think tank.
In conjunction with the sportive potato
they also raise cream and butter, and
though the land glows with plenty, the
dogs bark at strangers. There is one
| thing that the coasters are to be especially
commended upon, and that is their posi-
tiveness. They have been so bored with
campers that party looming up on the
road is q small edition Of the black
plague. They do not want you, and there
is no y-shallying. Their answers are
stereotyped, and used all along the route.
At Mr.. Giovanni Banjonini Mandolini's
we received the same negation as at his
uncle's, Mr.. Nerlnicelli Bizzini Hiccuppi,
also Mr.. Giuseppi Frangipanni Tomato
canni:
How do you do, sir"
DO you want some summer boarders?"
Can Cant you take one?"
Cant you take two?'
How far on docs the next man live?"
whats his name?''
"Giachromo Cantelopi Macaroni.''
is he good-natured?"
"No.n
Good day, mister. He's my man,
The party upon whom the task of ad-
vance agent devolved grew limp and de-
Jected, and all the rest of his natural life
tune he Will involuntarily put the rising
infection on every sentence that he ut
ters. Ills manly form took on the exact
shape of an Interrogation point, and
strangers cast queer glanceS at the six
1eet OF living questioning. But we who
know him will carry the secret to our
graves that it was that day among the
Swlssmen that wrecked useful life.
The bitterest sorrow to me was the
fact that L had expended So cents, cash
money, in bathing suit, and not to
chrlsten that in the surging pillows
wrung walls of woe from my inmost
heart: felt the stinging drops of rain
mlngle with my tears, and / imagined
myself 11oundering about in the curling
breakers, holding an umbrella over me
meanwhile to ward off the moisture from
the skies. The picture was tiny bit alb
Surd, l will admit, but it was my sole
hope Of getting the worth of my 65 cents
In Wanton extravaganza such an outlay
would compare we'll with the s'billion
dollar Congress-" Perhaps you have
noted that the Democratic press still
chews on the mutilated remains.
The mighty Pacific spread before US
did not soften the ragged edge Of our dis
appointment, and the battle between the
frowning fog and tumbling pillows waxed
tiercer. The breakers threw themselves
higher and higher in its forbidding
scowl, but it only settled more densely
and sullenly down like the shadow of an
evil dream.
1t is an original idea to have the pig
sty at the end of the carriage drive and
in close proximity to the entrance, The
odor will persist in outsmellIng the sweet
lavender and Glove pinks, and it be-
comes tangled up in ones draughts of
cream. There is place in the bay where
! the waters wash at its sloping edge and
! where the Odor asserts itself to such an
! extent that boats in the bay are arrested
| IN their progress, and not until a passage
way is hacked through it with hatchets
can they proceed.
| In passing the charmed spot the occu-
| pants of a boat bow their heads as if in
deep grief, and suspend breathing until,
| to an on-looker, it would be inferred that
1T was funeral cortege in transit. If
/ bells were tolled in passing the charmed
! spot 'twouId highten the Illusion. An
! ex-sea captain told me he could tell eX-
! actly where his good ship was as soon as
! he rounded Point Reyes, and set his sails
accordingly, for the brave and Jolly smell
struck them there forcibly. He said, also,
| that he was going to petition the Board of
Trade Of Bodega to whitewash the sand
! hills IN the Immediate vicinity with a
view to giving it a stronger and more
| fitting background.
1t was through the intervention and
! tender sympathy of woman (bless every
| one of their gentle hearts) that 1 was per-
/ mitted to linger through sunny days at a
! little castle by the sea, on an eminence
/ overlooking the placid waters of the bay
and the shimmering blue and green of
who starts with heavily-laden camp
wagon for the coast. 1t is popular re-
! sort. Go to good old misrepresented
/ BOdega when ye seek rest, recreation, fun
and frolic, and-yes, potatoes.
A. R. L.