The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-08-16
".SAPPHO" ONCE AGAIN.
An Account of Trip to Point Rocks
In Old MexfcO.

An Account of n Trip to Point Rocks
In Old MexicO.
Just about a year ago. one beautiful
August morning
When the mists had rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
In the country where one first
learns what mists are. and can
truly realize the meaning of their roll
ing in splendor from the beauty of the
hiIIs-where the morning sun ever finds
mists to roll away and does her work
so rapidly-where 1 often stood spell
bound and watched in admiration what
seemed 10 me a vision, as if the sun
were driving a great army of women
holding up their draperies and marching
them rapidly up the nights into the
very skies-by the shores of the great
Pacific at beautiful Oneonta could be
seen party of three ladies, a guide and
the ever-anxious boy ready to start for
a days outing. The most interesting
part Of the starting was our attire. |
wish you might have seen the costumes.
Our guide wore the customary SLOUGH
hat. high boots and bandana kerchief
around mis- neck. Ny costume was most
unique, which 1 still keep as relic, and
would not dare to wear at home for fear
of being arrested. 1t consisted of a plain
skirt Of blue overall goods, trimmed
with a deep hem of the wrong side of
the same material. and a plain waist,
with the same trimming for cuffs, collar
and belt. a blue sunbonnet and the
necessary bandana kerchief. The rest
We're equally as we'll dressed and every
body laughed. My attire seemed quite
rustic for a tenderfoot and received
best Of all" OF course, l was the best
looking. How could 1 help it? Cause
1 am naturally gOOd-lool<Ing. The re-
mainder of our outfit consisted of a
twO-seated spring wagon and horse, a
good-sized basket OF lunch, two large
watermelons, about six cantaIOupes and
a few jugs Of water The melons proved
excellent thirst-quenchers when the wa
ter was gone.
At o'clock all was ready to start.
Our guide, who was a native of the
Emerald Isle and possessed of much
of the humOr and wit attributed to the
people Of his country, was in excellent
spirits, and as we rode along the road
BY the sea shore, leaving one range of
mountains after the other behind US,
we were entertained with Spanish songs,
which language he had mastered and
which seemed as strangely fascinating
as the scenery about US. We soon
passed a humble little home where some
good patriot dWellS, we judged from the
American flag floating from its roof.
In another moment we passed the foot
hill wherein stands the monument
which divides Mexico from the United
States, and found ourselves out of the
land we call home. Before us was a
great stretch Of desert, with little to
charm a travellers eye, nothing but sage
brush. cactus and a sandy road for
miles. 1t was becoming quite warm,
and the breeze from the ocean was our
only comfort. The horse began to go
slow. as If to tell us he did not like the
sandy road. We all got out and walked
20 release the poor beast Of our weight.
We did not find walking in the sand
very pleasant, and finally left the road
and followed as near the coast as We
could. Here We were occasionally re-
warded with finding a beautiful shell
or piece of kelp that had washed
ashore and seeing the waves dash
against the rocks This was. quite pleas
ant for US. but our horss was strug-
Cling with his burden, and we were
finally obliged TO assist him. Two of us
took the horse by the reins and three
pushed the wagon. and In this way we