Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-16

Ich. bHt Ne udN mas ieas ana at lstd expense of his old-time. wholesouled geniallty. Even bis human affiliations were descending Playing a lone hand. coutemptuous of most of fbe men with whom he played, lacking in sympathy or understanding of them. and certain ly independent Of them. he found lit- tie in common with those to be en- eountered, say at the Alta-Pacific. In point of fact. when the battle with the steamship companies was at its height and his raid was infieting iHealculs, ble damage on all business interests, he had been asked 10 resign from the Alta-P Pacific. The idea had been rath- CT to his liking. and he had found new quarters in clubs like the Riverside. organized and practically maintained by the city bosses.
 One weekend. feeling heavy and de pressed and tired Of the city and it's ways, he obeyed the impulse of a whim that was later to play an impor- tant part in his life The desire to get out of the city for a whiff of coun- try air and for a change of scene was the cause. Yet. to himself. he made the excuse of going 10 Glen Ellen for the purpose of inspecting brickyard which Hoidsworthy had sold him He spent the, night Tn the little country hotel, and on Sunday morning, astride a saddle horse rented from the Glen Ellen butcher rode out of the village. The brickyard was close at hand on
 the fiat beside the Sonoma Creek
 Resolving 10 have his fun first. and to look over the brickyard afteTward. he rode up the hill. prospecting for a
 way cross country to get to the knolls. He left the country road at the first gate he came to and captered
 through a hayfield. The grain vas waisthigh on either side the wagon. road. and he sniffed the warm aroma of it with delighted nostriis Al the base of the knolls he en eountered a tumble-down stake-and-rider fence.
 He -tethered -the horse and wsn- dered on foot among the knolls Their tops were crowned with century-old spruce trees. and their sides clothed
 with oaks and madrOnos and native holly But to the perfect redwoods be- longed the small but deep canyon that threaded its way among the knolls, Here he found no passage out for his horse. and leading the animal, he forced his way up the hillside On the crest he came through an amazing thicket of velyet-trunked young ma dronos, and emerged on an open hill sile that led down into tiny valley. The sunshine was at first dazzling in its brightness, and he paused and rested. for he was panting from the eXertiOu Not Of old had he known shortness Of breath such as this. and muscles that so easily tired at a stiff climb A tiny stream ran down the tiny valley through a tiny meadow that was carpeted -knee.high with grass and blue and white nemophila.
 Crossing the stream, Daylight fol- lowed a faint cattle trail over a low. rocky hill and through a wine-wooded forest of manzanita. and emerged upon another tiny valley. down which filtered another spring-fed, meadow bordered streamlet
 "It sure beats country places and bungalows at Menlo Park" he com muned aloud, and if ever I get the hankering for country life, it's me for this every time"
 An old wood-road led him to a clear ing, where q dozen acres of grapes grew on wine-red soil A cow-patn. more trees and thickets, and he dropped down a hillside 10 the southeasl ex- posture. Here, poised above a big for ested canyon. and locking out upon Sonoma Valley Gas a small farm house. With it's barn and outhouses it snuggled into a nook in the hill side which protected it from the west and north. It was the erosion from this hillside, he judged, that had formed the little level stretch. of vege- table garden The soil was fat and black. and there was water in plenty. for he saw several faucets running wide open. Forgotten was the brick yard. Nobody was at home. but Day light dismounted -~d ranged the vege- table garden. eating stra wbcrries and green peas, inspecting the old adobe barn and rusty blow and barrow. and rolling and smoking cigarettes whilo he watched the antics of several broods of young chicks and the moth sr hens.
 Nothing could satisfy his holiday spir- lt now but the ascent Of Sonoma Noun tain! And here on the crest, three hours afterward, he emerged, tired and sweaty. garments torn and face and hands scratched but with sparkling eyes and an uuwcnted zestfuiness oF expression. He felt the illicit nleas ure Of 2 schoolboy playing truant The big gaming table of San Francisco seemed very far away But there vas more than illicit pleasure in his mood l. was as though he were going through a sort of cleansing batn. No room here for all the sordidness meanness and viciousness that fusC the dirty pool of city existence IIc was loath to depart. and it war moi for an hour that he was able to tear himself away and take the descent of the mountain. Working out a new route just for the fun of lt, late after noon was upon him when he arrived back at the wooded knolls.