Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1903-06-24
Correspondence.
Across the Pacific.
PASADENA, CAL. May Il, 1908.

PASADENA, CAL, May IL, 1903.
To the Editor of The American:
The following is an extract from my
diary of my recent trip to Hawaii. Theirs
will be other extracts from the same diary
to follow this, each an independent letter
In itself.
We, my friend and 1, leave our homes
here for our trip to Hawaii on April 2.
There had been three days OF rainstorm.
Arrogos (dry rivers) had swollen into tor
rents. There were many washouts along
railroad lines.
We had paid for round trip steamer
tickets, and were therefore very anxious
to get to San Francisco to catch our steam
ship advertised to sail on the 4th. The
storm broke during the night. Now It is
the morning of the I'd. There is no sign
of cloud sailing across the azure sky. The
air is pure, sweet and bracing.
Songs OF birds fall upon my ear with
sweetest melodies. ] am IN tune, the song
sters are in tune, the day is In tune. All
is harmony within and without. 1t is a
propitious starting on a journey. All
circumstances and conditions seem to have
run our way from the beginning of our
planning for the trip.
We are at the station now. The bell
rings; the train moves. We wave good
bye to friends and are off. We make
run of about nine miles to Los Angeles
where we change cars for San Francisco at
a. M, going the "sbore routen.
As we roll along, l make notes of a few
things see. Nature charms me with her
trappings, her carpets OF wild flowers and
tapestry bangings on hillsides which serve
as walls to her spacious chant ers, the
valleys, rooted by the heavens above.
We go, as it were, through long, wind
ing corridors, passing from room 10 room
in rapid succession as we round curve,
dart through tunnels and pierce gorges
that had been cut through solid rock
Here are fields of waving barley almost
ready for the mower; there are planes of
sage-brush aud crossword stretching
away to the green foothills where cattle
feed. Yonder are lofty, gray mounta ms.
Along the road are scattered one. story
houses, and now and again we pierce the
heart of some little town. We see its
church spires in the distance We notice
the horrid sign ''saloon" in low, dark
corners. We think of the powers OF good
contesting the powers of evil, out OF which,
we believe, must come all good sometime,
somewhere.
Now we are rolling along over seashore
| sands amid the deafening roar of tossing
| breakers. Like goat we walk the sides
of cliffs which form point and headiand,
and when enough of this, we turn inland
an1straverse ranch after ranch and sugar.
! beet plantations and their mills.
| 1t is all very interesting and instructive.
Now we slowly creep along the side of
mountain with the valley below in
beautiful perspective. All day long we
have been in the midst Of "the smiles of
| nature and the charms of art'.
Now night comes on, and hides the land
scape; we fall back into our seats and try
to sleep. AT midnight we roll into the
depot at San Francisco. A cab takes us
to hotel; we are soon in our rooms, and
lost in stun Der. One day more before we
get on board the II 600 ton steamship
"Korea"
Goodnight. Yours truly,
P. G. WOOSTER.