Los Angeles herald., 1891-09-09
A HOTEL ALL TO HIMSELF.


The accomplished editor OF the Stock
ton Evening Mail has lately taken trip
to the Yosemite; and, amongst other
incidents in that romantic and august
region, he pulled up at the Stoneman
House. Shakespeare tells us that there
is soul of good in things evil if men
would but observingly distill it out, and
our friend Colnon seems to have struck
the poets aphorism between wind and
water. He even admits that the pro-
prietor of the Stoneman House was a
lovable creature, as witness the fol-
lowing:
The proprietor of the Stoneman is one
OF the most affable and obliging land
lords j ever met during varied and
rather comprehensive experience. 1t is
pleasure to state this, as my friend ].
D. Lynch, of the Los Angeles HERALD,
WAS here few weeks ago and for some
reason went away in huff. A copy
of his excellent paper was handed 20
me by gentleman connected with the
administration of affairs in the valley,
in which Mr.. Lynch, in his peculiarly
strong and somewhat ferocious style,
endeayors to convey the impression that
this is an excellent place to starve to
death. All ne said he could get to eat
was tripe and molasses. Tripe in the
Spanish way is good enough oc
casionally and molasses has been
known to work wonders in connection
with hot cakes, but the two together are
deficient in the element of gastronomic
harmony, and if Mr.. Lynch was not
deceived in what he was eating he had
right to register protest. But am COM
PEELED to think he was deceived, for sew
eral reasons. Ihave not been confronted
by piece of Yosemite tripe since came
here, and whereas from every granite
wall that is to be seen there issues 9
spring OF some sort, have failed to dis
cover any outflow OF molasses. The night
that | arrived it was so late, l was go
stew ed by the heat, so dirty and so tired,
| that | ordered cup OF tea and some
bread and butter sent to my room to be
consumed after the highly essential bath.
This reference to bath is something
very emolfent. The editor of the HER
AID arrived after a. bath of delightful
continuity, which he had spent in the
noble alignment of mountains between
Wawona and the Yosemite valley. 1t
had been drip, drip, drip for many weary
miles. What he and the ladies of the
party wanted was some place to dry
themselves, and they found not single
fire in the whole expanse of the Stone
man House with the exception of that
in the Office of the hotel.
The editor of the Mail says that he re-
tired to bed after ordering a cup of tea,
and being served in his room with a
most satisfactory menu, from which he
selected at his pleasure. In this connec-
ton the Stockton editor says:
congratulate Mr.. Lynch on the style
OF his living at home if he must famish
in the presence Of this display Of viands.
The Merced river is only few rods
from the hotel and is teeming with
trout. Why did he not postpone opera
tions until he should have caught few
and had them fried? The river passes
at the immediate rear of Bernard's, the
other hotel, and they say that in dull
times like these when an order comes to
the cook for trout he casts a line into
the liquid water and hauls as many out
as the guest requires. When the guest
gets impatient, the waiter yells to the
cook to inquire the state of the situation
as regards bite.
There is no question but that Bernard's
would have been an immense improve
ment on the Stoneman house, and we
heartily recommend all tourists to try
it in preference.
But Editor Colnon's ecstasy in the
Stoneman house is not without ex-
planation. He had that whole ex-
pansive caravansary to himself. Hear
him: