The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-10-27


said we did not see anyone to ask for
them.
Whom did you expect to see, pray?"
"Oh, we did not care particularly,
said she. swallowing another fig.
by George, must man roost peren-
nIally in his trees wonder?"
i At this our committee on fruit supplies
grew snappy, and told him to set his old
trees farther from the road; they were
too tempting anyway. | thought it time
to come boldly to the front and offer to
pay for the hat tull of trouble | couldn't
throw away. took step from behind
the tree where, l had been concealed
successfully and stopped. l recognized
in this bronzed Californian, looking out
so wrathfully from under most becom-
ing som brero, a former fellow traveller,
and a gladsomeness akin TO youth took
possession OF my ancient frame. For | an
ticipated forgiveness--and more figs. But
L reckoned without my host, or with him
rather. He did not remember me. Alas,
it is this to be on the shady size of 30.
But the preparations for that climb
were most interesting 60 me-yet a ten
der-foot inasmuch as | had never seen
buiro packed for trip. OF course every
one thinks 1T wonderful the loads they
carry. There is nothing new in that re-
mark; still it is wonderful, and most pa
thetic to me. For simply because they
do carry the load strapped to them is no
indication that it is comfortable. The
man who packed them told us, should
they lie down, they were too heavily
loaded, and to assist them by lifting on
the packs. If they did not get up then
to ighten the load. What pity mankind
will not make such provision for fallen
brother. Happily our four packs got IN
all right, but lived for the first few
miles in all greenhorn's dread of bur-
70 falling Gown the mountain side, a
4. T &oll 4 T
many things of these little animals dur
ing our trip. They ars the most careful,
patient and kind, and (the world to the
contrary appreciate kindness. | find
ones first i'm pressions are right, and the
rule applies to nv experience with burros.
When | first saw one eleven years ago |
felt they had affection: the kind, sad
eyes showed it. Still l allowed myself to
be ridiculed into the belisf that they live
to bite and kick. and feed on tin cans to
keep them up to the war point. But
had several quiet talks with them, and
one veteran that the keeper told me was
As years old land J. didn't dispute,
never do in California; told me that they
never bite and do not kick anyone except
dudes and new women, and do not eat
tin cans but do eat paper, and while | was
petting the old scamp he abstTactenly
Tapped my handkerchief out of my belt
and chewed it up just to keep his hand
in | suppose.
But the trip. About 10 o'clock. with
four packs and three saddle animals, we
started. We all walked long distance,
and unless you are really tired it is more
pleasant. OF the strange (to me) shrubs,
vines and grasses along the trail can
give no information, save as to their
Nesuty and the pleasure they gave. for
have forgotten the names. We wound
about the mountain radiant in the sun
oh aI briu no1O GA
d:aped and festooned with vines in
manner that would drive an upholsterer
into bankruptcy if he attempted half the
lavishness. The trail fringed on either
side with everlasting flowers that partake
of the color of the adjacent rock or soil.
when the surroundings are neutral. But
wnen near red or brown rocks or soil
they are shaded to match, making a pleas
ing variety. So you see it does not re-
quire an imported gardener to mix the
colorings of plants. 1t is so with us.
Our associates leave an indellble mark,
but not always to our credit. l cannot at
Tempt to describe to you the beauty of
the ferns, moss and grasses that are
spread over these California mountains,
and in midsummer, too. The grandeur
of the views from the different poi n ts
the lights, the shadows, the billowy haze
and the ri2ening sheen OF the sun. is 1T
So al Whcio Vloos WOhoci1 eoh ohiJ
hope to make you, perchance. feel 1.-THE
of my enjoyment of it all. For descrIp-
ton of California mountain scenery that
will carry you so near that you can sniff
the bay, hear the lullaby of the pines, OF
see the scarlet fash of the mountain
pink, | respectfully and reverently refer
you to Mrs. Margaret Collier Graham s
and Mrs. Kate Douglas Virgins books,
but best of all, 60 and see it yourself. 1t
is yours. God gave you share, and il It
is part of your Kingdom you have not
yet se5n-do.
And found the love vineEup there too,
friend of my girlhood, that l used to
gather in the Ozarks in old Missouri.
And it carried me backa to my aunt's
humble leg cabin of two rooms with the
puncheon floor, where it used to be my
blessed privilege to spend my summers,
where we used to throw the love vine
over the left shoulder in the moonlig ht
to see who it would be. Daddy says it is
called love vine because it feeds upon.
kills and consumes everything it touches,
but beg you will not treasure this Gym
zeal remark, for l do not think Daddy is
pessuimist except when he is away from
home and mother is not along. AS we
looked back over fair Pasadena and the
many orchards. green fields and gardens
| so carefully tended, and the cottages
growing smaller with each step. I thought
OF my first farm given me at one Christ
a. 10 you remember the kind? The
dear Ii tie, lop-sided pines that wouldn't