Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1891-05-28

Our Trip.
Continued.

(Continued.)
/ can imagine no greater nor more re-
freshing change of country than is found
in passing from the desert of Eastern Cal
ifornia into the Los Angeles valley. Short
ly after we entered the mountains, the
sand aud sage brush and barren rocks
gave way to pine; short and scrubby at
first, 1t soon became forest pleasant to
look upon: little later the crevices and
little valleys are covered with grass few
inches high and in moment every where
among the rocks, spread over every patch
of earth, are carpets of flowers, red and
crimson and white Almost as soon as we
had reached these wild flowers of the val
ley, the train pulled into san Bernardino,
an old Mexican town, the first going down
towards the sea. We shall make no pause
to note the beauty spread out with such law
ism hand until we reach Pasadena two hours
later. 1t is a city with about the popula-
ton of Bangor, about twenty five miles
from the sea and about half as far from
the city of Los Angeles that lies between
it and the ocean. should like TO write
with perfect truth; | should like to speak
of this fair land just as ii is; for even
then, if any number OF my friends should
honor me.with perusal of this paper
must reckon on loss in their respect for
ne.
Seriously we were all astonished beyond
measure The town has hardly the APP
pearauce of 4 city, the land is undulating
and at the centre of the town are few
blocks containing the shops, banks. etc,
with cottages and stately residences lying
all around it. Almost every house is sit
uated in the centre Of block of land
from one-hali Ia three or four acres, that
broadens out into ranches as you pass the
city limits. To the north and very near.
il the range of mountains that separates
the southern from the central portion Of
the state, adding much to the pictur-
c>que appearance of the town and valley.
After lunch we separated, | Ia search
out a friend, whom | was glad to learn
lived far enough out to give me walk of
mile or more. The gentleman whom !
accosted fortunately lived near him and
accompanied me Very soon we had pass
ed out of the business portion OF the town,
by two beautiful churches aud library
building that would honor any city, out
into an avenue shaded on either side with
alange and eucalyptus trees, borlered
with the hedge plant aud garde.s that
amazed me. 1t was not long before my
new friend. understanding that had neg-
er picked an orange and that was enam-
ored of his town, invited me into hi
garden. His little cottage sets back from
the street about fifteen rods; on either
side of the walk that lead, To il j. caila
lily hedge, every stock bearing It's flowers,
large and white and beautiful to the north
Is an acre Of orange trees full Of fruit and
blossoms. A. pluckci s large naval and
pared it eagerly, the rich juice dropping
over my fingers. / looked TO the north and
behold 'Old Badly" that had been hid
den thus far since our arrival behind a
heavy clond stood forth high above h-
fellows cold and white in his covering Of
eternal snow
The grove to the south OF the path Is
full OF ripe lemons: to the rear are plum
trees Of various kinds, and picked
handful of Strawberries from a bed that
had furnished til, table with fruit during
every month IN the year. Palm trees.
many and varied. add much to the tropical
appearance. roses of every hue. flowers
whose names | never knew and cannot
now recall grew in profu>ion and clam
bered over the hedge that surrounded it
all The air filed with the sweet fra
GRANGE of many flowers; the summer sun
sinking in the west reflected from noun
tain white with snow which it never
melts away; the ripe fruit; the hooking
birds song, the first had ever heard and
everywhere up the street and down. over
the town and away up the valley the same
wild extravaganza of tujt and flowers:
what wonder if when we Law down that
night we were sure absolutely sure that
here was the veritabe Garden II Eden
or that We al. should think it strange in
deed that there are some even yet who
doubt it, existence.
"Wednesday morning We are in the hands
Of p. g. Wooster. | need not Introduce
him to the readers Of this journal; have
always been glal that he took up" his
ranch some fifteen years ago in the wilder
ness and woke one fine morning to find the
! city of Pasadena all around him. | was
infinitely more glad after he bad placed
| himself and fine horses at our disposal
He may grow richer still, he can scarcely
grow more hospltable than he is now
The plan 50 he tells US is a ride up the
valley a, far as Lucky Baldwin's farm.
The streets here, and in fact everywhere
We 90, are wide, clean and in thorough
repair. Every town, no matter how small.
Is excellent in this respect and patterned
with the expectation of large town