The Newtown bee., 1900-05-25

quickly as possible. The sea was smooth and lady who lives in San Francisco
 pointed out all the places of interest as
 we passed, ,the Cliff House, ,the seal rocks, the Presidio, where the boys from the East who expected to be sent to Manila
 were in barracks until they were sent there or home again. Our pier was one of the first after entering the harbor so that we were soon on land. We hurried of to dispose of our luggage and made
 arrangements to have our vaIises taken to the ferry for Oakland to go with us to
 Santa Cruz, where had arranged to stop
 over and visit my cousin, Rev George
 Foote. Across the ferry we took nar-
 row gauge road to Glenwood, three
 hours' ride including ferry. For quite 6
 distance the railroad is on spikes and ss
 it was high tide we seemed still sailing
 over the bay, but we very soon came in-
 to the most beautifully fertile tract I
 have ever seen. Rich black soil that
 does not need irrigation, with tropical
 growth, and beautiful cottages embow-
 cred in vines and roses were on every
 side for several miles, then we passed in-
 to grain and grazing country. There
 seems to be no grass like ours, but oats
 are sown and cut and cured for hay
 while yet green. We passed fields of
 pastures where we saw some of the fat
 test beeves ever saw. The trip to Glen
 wood is the crookedest, most picturesque one ever took. We passed into the region of Big trees" several miles be-
 fore reaching Glenwood but didn't know what they were or that we were likely to see them, only expressed wonder at their
 size and were told Lthey were the red wood or gigantea sequola. We passed through two tunnels, each more than 8 mile long. I knew from the lighting of
 the lamps and from the placing of red lantern at the rear of the car that we were approaching tunnel. We were
 in the rear car and after leaving Los
 Gatos, we thought we would go to the rear seat which was unoccupied. So we
 we started down the aisle, but just two seats from the rear, the car swung around curve and hurled me to one
 side and landed in the lap of an inn mensely fat man. He said, "No harm, madam, that thing often happens on this
 road. I hope you are not hurt" I said Nothing but my pride." But really if
 the fat man had not been sitting there
 think might have been hurt. AS soon as we alighted at Glenwood saw stout man with gray beard and by the twin kle of the black eyes ag we approached each other, knew George Foote. He had span of horses with roomy wagon and we were soon on the road for a seven mile drive through the most pict- uresque country have ever seen even in Mill Creek Canon or any of the canons in Southern California have been so fortu- nate as to visit. We wound in and out among the mountains, rising for.quite a distance, then descending. The road al- most all of the way was shelving upon the side of the mountains where, except at certain places, we could never have passed a team if we had met it. Imagine the hemlocka in the Glen in Pootatuck each an immense redwood anywhere from six to nine feet in diameter and many of them probably 5000 years old. They are not the giants of the Yosemite but the same family. Yesterday my cousin took us out for awhile and I did more walking than do st home in a month. This morning we have been climbing among the redwoods until I was really 50 tired had to rest
 We returned from Santa Cruz to San