The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1892-07-10

patriotic that the soil belongs to the United
States. The children in the streets spoke
Huently III mixture of three or four
tongues: Unkempt colts those children
were. 1t was quite superfluous TO educate
them at school in the accepted fashion.
There was very little respect for the
schoolma.m. The beach. the sea
and the woods were sufficient peda-
gogue for those children of the sun In
a primitive. 0ut-of-the- world SPOT, which,
as it then existed. was an ideal commune,
but lazy one. There being nothing to do
people did it with hearty co-operation.
Money could hardly be said to be in circn-
iation. People lived on a system of barter
or credit or mutual obligation in the lOoSest
sort OF nODehalant hope that all would end
we'll. At least there was food enough.
Game was abundant, and the bay teemed
with fish, as it does still. but | suspect the
wholesale groceTs of San Francisco had oc-
caslonally exasperating difficulties in col
Letting their bills in q community so pro-
vokingy iaissez faire and dolce far niente.
In Its architecture the town vas charm
ingly higgledy-I iggledy. Everybody laid
down his house in accordance with his own
notions OF north, east and west, and there
were many high walls incosins or
chards. The streets had no definite
plan. 1t was sufficient that people could
bump over them or meander along the side
walks, sometimes on whale VertebI3 and
sometimes in loose sand up 10 the ankles.
1t mattered not Jot. Nobody studied the
wasted money on fine clothes. But for the
chlils OF evening and the occas ional fdgS
there might have been a return to the birth
day suit and tattooing for variety.
The credit of having discovered Monterey
is due to Jules Tayernier, and the now pros
porous inhabitants ought 10 give him
monument somewhere uear Simoneau's hos
telry barracks. II was in 1873. or possibly
the spring Of 1874, that TaVernier. wearled
OF the sands and winds of San Francisco.
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paint. set off for Monterey on voyage of
discovery. He returned in week a radi-
ant and Jubilant man. The paysage was
all he wanted, veritable FOntainebleau
for his susceptible and imaginative mind,
with the sea thrown IN as majestic access
sorry. 1t was at Jury'S restaurant, on Mer-
chant street, that Jules sought TO cOmmu-
ncate his enthusiasm to Paul Frenzeny, his
artist companion across the plains on a
sketching tour for Harper'S Weekly. This
journal had treated the artists we'll in the
commercial sense OF art. 1t accepted all
they sketched, and paid SIS for single
page OF illustration and $3.50 for double
page. But the love of Color which was the
dominant quality in Tayernier's art. over
came all considerations of commercial pru-
deuce. lie would rather paint and starve
than work with the point and pocket dlcatS.
As to FrenZeny, he was infinitely more
clever with the point than brush and had
grand, free manner in banding charcoal
His figures in the Bohemian CIub-dra-
matte groups of the early members-attest
his surprising facility in this artistic diree-
tlOn These sketches were all dashed OFF in
couple OF days and nights in room over
the first quarters of the Bohemian Club,
where there was much less gorgeous carpet
than the BohemlanS now possess by the acre.
The clipper steamer tor Mon terey in those
days cast off from Broadway wharf. l said
"Au Tevoir. mais pas adieu!" to Tavernier
and FrenZeny one raw, fUggy night, when
they started for the paradise of painters. ali
hopeful, strong and joyous. But they were
about to be released from the restraints of
city lie, with It's eternal dinners and parade
OF proprIel lies. The goods ard chattelS of
the partnership had been packed in stave-
bound four-barrel. and | am afraid that
many good picture was torn into shreds
in the effort to I'LL that barrels interior. To
the difficulties of TRANSPORTATION | owe the
possession of brilliant sketch of the sun
dance OF the Sioux, an engraving OF which
was published both in Harpers and in the
Illustrated London News. 'Twould have
gone to the dumps had not | rescued the
precious fragment. One treasure FrenZeny
could not part with. He took with him q
favorite pointer, Judy, which had come
across the plains with him and was toll
erabiy plump animal of hunting instincts
but no skill, although Of high pedigree De-
heleneies of education made, however, no
difference in FrenZeny's Judgment. The
dog was his friend, and he always defended
it against unfriendiy criticisms, which. how
ever. were rare, because he was uncertain
In temper when anybody said sharp thing
about his friend.
The good people of Monterey, after few
months dr0wsy contemplation. woke up to
discover that they had resident in their
midst whom tho outside world pronounced
genius. They inferred this from the fact
that the Steamer-the one steamer week.
brought him canvases and packets of pig
mentS and took away occasionally a
painting, fresh from his easel carefully
packed and corded as il il were treasure
Inere were also occasional strangers who
inquired Tor Iaye rnier aud for nobody else.
Strangers began TO perceive the charms of
Monterey through Tavernier's eyes. They
saw the wildness of the shore, the sOlemnity
OF the sea, the stately aspect of the forest
the depth and variety OF cloud effect, through
his glow of natural feeling. and in
his joyous company they forgot that
business had mortgage upon them.
| doubt whether Tavernier would have
discovered Monterey but for one
congenial spirit, truly Bohemian. How
| do not know. He began life with high
notions OF a career, as most young people
do. and he was university graduate of his
beloved France. Time had whitened his
locks and scalped some of them over the
crown. but he was youthful even in the
autumn OF life. aud had phosophic spirit
which reconciled him to calamity with
gentle. forgving smile, and a laugh. il the
worst happened. lie was not prepared to
struggle through the breakers of life, but
was willing to float in the Gains. aud above
all was ayerse to doing any thing violent
Simoneau took possession of the Mon
terey Tolbootb. or town jail. What rent he
paid it is immaterial to inquire. There
we're no prisoners to keep, and il was better
t hat the merry old man should set UP as
restaurateur and entertain visitors. Like
every Frenchman, he understood how to
cook. and had an affection for good edibles.
A conganial housewife would have kept his
establishing In better order hut Simonsau