The herald., 1895-01-01

among the orange groves and fine coun-
try homes OF Alhsmbra. Here we in.
epected model packing house and saw
the. PROCESS of picking, sorting and pack.
ing the fruit, from start TO finish, and
enjoyed the novelty of picking some of
the fruit with our own hands, through
the courtesy OF an indulgent orchardist.
Then the ancient San Gabriel mission
claimed an hours attention. and after
that the fields, groves, stables and
winery on the Baldwin ranch.
Returning along the TO othills to Psss-
dena in the waning afternoon as the last
rays of the setting eun bathed the noun.
tain peaks 10 floods OF flame and cest a
warm, rose-hued light over hill and
plain, we voted the day tne most pleas
ant OF all our experience. The follow.
ing day was spent in ''doing" the Mt.
Lowe railway, an enterprise sufficient in
itself to give Pasadena distinction
throughout the world.
1t is operated by electricity and scales
the cliH-like sides of the Sierra Medre
range to an elevation of $500 feet. By
means OF this railway one can literally
go IRON the orange groves to snow'' in
less than an hour, while the delights in
cident to the trip are too varied and ex.
tensive for enumeration here. The PAN
oramic view gradually unfolded ss the
car ascends, extending for miles and
miles on either hand. is grand beyond
description.
In Rubio caflon, at an elevation of
22OO feet, is cosy pavilion, possessing
many unique features. At the TOP OF
the incline is the Echo Mountain hotel.
beyond which aud extending to the
loftiest aummit in the range are some
thirty miles of wide bride roads. whose
ramihcstiona among the immense caflons
and rsvines afford wonderful views of
great wooded abysses where silence and
solitude reign supreme.
CHAPTER II-BY JESSIE.
Papa has Get the styls with long pres
smble and preface and l suppose in
making my bow l am expected to
do likewise. But L won't. Pll mat
tell you that after our mountain trip we
slept like tops and just barely finished
breakfaat in time to reach the train on
which We were to continue our tour
around the kite.shaped track.
Nome OF us expected to equal the first
two days OF Sightseeing, but we found
that they were just merely an introduc.
ton to the pleasures that awaited us.
We had hardly gotten seated in the
train before papa hustled us out again
at Santa Anita-the very identical place
we drove through on the frat day, and
near the residence of Lucky Baldwin.
couldn't think what his reasons were for
stopping there again, but found later he
had great treat III store for US.
Three miles toward the mountain in
an open bus brought us to the little
village of Sierra Madre. Here we
mounted five of the cutest donkeys and
started for a climb to the summit of
Wilson's peak. Away we went in single
file in the lead and papa bringing up
the rear. We wers hardly on the trail
before the view of the valley was shut
out by little ridge around which the
trail twisted and turned, and there we
were in the mountain fastness, to all ap-
pesrances miles from civilization. High
er and higher we went, our patient
little burros plodding along.
The trail doubled and turned, crossed
and recrossed. ever upward, and looking
back down the trail | watched the others
OF our party as they appeared, one after
the other around iutting point of the
mountain. and this called TO mind my
school days and the geography illustra.
tions of mule trains crossing the Andes
or the Alps.
After an hours climb we could again