Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-11-19

other, the deep dark green of the
leaves, and tine rich golden fruit peep
ing through them. Is the sight not
pleasing to the eye? Then the San
Bernardino flowers! I cannot describe
them. 1t would take a florist to do
that. Chrysanthemums, orchids and |
roses stand at the head; then come |
ten thousand and one flowers after
wards 1t is flowers everywhere. The
air is fragrant with their delicate Cd
ors. Flowers of every hue that be-
sprinkles and beauties the earth and
converts the valley of San Bernardino
into one of the fairest of public gar
dens.
I encountered a sandstorm after
leaving Pasadena that was both novel
and interesting. The velocity of the
wind was something wonderful. It
didn't blow in ordinary gusts and
spurts like our winds, but wound it
self right up with the regularity of
clock and howled a perfect hurricane.
And there it hung until it had its blow
out and then it stopped. We had
reached the middle of a high trestle
when the sand overlook us. Sand?
There was oceans Of it. You couldn't
see two inches from the car-windows.
It drove through everything it came
in contact with. 1t covered every
thing. So fierce was the wind that
the train came to a stand still and the
cars careened over as if in danger of
tumbling into the gulch. Finding that
the trainmen did not appear to be
frightened I settled back and enjoyed
the spectacle. Finally the cloud pass
ed, the wind suddenly stopped, and
the train moved forward. Then a fine
view presented itself. AS the train
climbed upward I looked back and
saw several sandstorms moving like
great caravans across the valley. Each
one would have covered an area of
several acres, was dense and impene-
trable, and all of them moved in the
same direction with the swiftness of a
racehorse. [ was informed that those
storms originated only in the San Ber-
months, always travelled in the same
direction, and that the cause of them
had never been determined.
Take map and follow the line of
the Atlantic&Pacific railroad from
Barstow to Albuquerque and you will
find it as thickly studded with towns
as some railways in New England; and
yet with the exception of Flagstaff
and one or two more places, there is
not a village between the two points.
For over one thousand miles we ira
yelled and not two passengers board
ed the train. We passed a band of
Arapahoe Indians, and [ also saw a |
few Apaches, Navajoas and fewrem-
nants of other tribes. They were the |
worst looking specimens of humanity
I ever beheld. Not SO with the Pueb-
los. [ saw one of their villages at |
Laguna perched up high, among the
rocks. All of the houses are connect |
ed with the bottom, one tier was built |
on top of the other, and each tier was
reached by means of ladders. Their |
cooking ovens are on the outside of |
the buildings and the shape of a bee
hive. The MeXicans use the same |
kind. found the Pueblos to be quiet,
we'll dressed and good looking. They |
certainly are fine addition to this
country, SO far as objects of study are
concerned, in that, civilization has
not changed them from their primi
tive ways. AS they were hundreds of |
years ago, so are they to-day, even
to the wooden pillow and cumbersome
cart.
While crossing the Summit before |
reaching Colorado river I became in
terested in curious looking tree call
ed the Yucca Palm. 1t had a large |
prickly trunk stood twenty feet in
hight, and branched out into a great |
palm leaf top. It is the tree that wild |
horses eat into when water cannot be |
found. They are not plentiful in this
country, and being in great demand |
for the purpose of making paper, will
soon become extinct.
TO BE CONTINUED.
A great battle is continually going on in the |
human system. The demon of impure blood |
strives to gain victory the constitutions
to ruin health, to drag victims to the grave. |