; B E7M b3& The California Birthday Book LIBRARY OF THK UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA GIFT OF ~*-v c fv-t ^ <^-^ - ^J / \Aj ^ C/ass I 2.1 THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK Prose and Poetical Selections from the Writings of Living California Authors with a Brief Biographical Sketch of each Edited and Arranged, with an Introduction, by GEORGE WHARTON JAMES ARROYO GUILD PRESS LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 1 909 OF THE ..: " , , . Copyright, 1909, by GEORGE WHARTON JAMES To the dearest and best Literary Partner man ever had : MY WIFE whose critical discernment and fine judgment have materially aided in making the selections for this book 208715 CALIFORNIA GOD S COUNTRY. California land of the brightest dreams of our childhood; of the passionate longings of our youth; of the most splendid triumphs of our manhood. Cali fornialand of golden thoughts, of golden hills, of golden mines, and of golden deeds. INTRODUCTORY F^HIS BOOK, as its title-page states, is made up of selec- 1 tions from the writings of California authors. Most of the selections refer to California her scenic glories, mountains, valleys, skies, canyons, Yosemites, islands, foot hills, plains, deserts, shoreline ; her climatic charms, her flora and fauna, her varied population, her marvellous pro gress, her wonderful achievements, her diverse industries. Told by different authors, in both prose and poetry, the book is a unique presentation both of California and Cali fornia writers. The Appendix gives further information (often asked for in vain) about the authors themselves and their work. It is the hope of the compiler that the taste given in these selections may lead many Californians to take a greater interest in the writings of their fellow citizens, and no interest pleases an author more than the purchase, com mendation, and distribution of his book. If this unpretentious book gives satisfaction to the lovers of California, both in and out of the State, the compiler will reap his highest reward. If any suitable author has been left out the omission was inadvertent, and will gladly be remedied in future editions. GEORGE WHARTON JAMES. 1098 North Raymond Avenue Pasadena, California. October, 1909. THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK CALIFORNIA. Hearken, how many years I sat alone, I sat alone and heard Only the silence stirred By wind and leaf, by clash of grassy spears, And singing bird that called to singing bird. Heard but the savage tongue Of my brown savage children, that among The hills and valleys chased the buck and doe, And round the wigwam fires Chanted wild songs of their wild savage sires, And danced their wild, weird dances to and fro, And wrought their beaded robes of buffalo. Day following upon day, Saw but the panther crouched upon the limb, Smooth serpents, swift and slim, Slip through the reeds and grasses, and the bear Crush through his tangled lair Of chaparral, upon the startled prey! Listen, how I have seen Flash of strange fires in gorge and black ravine ; Heard the sharp clang of steel, that came to drain The mountain s golden vein And laughed and sang, and sang and laughed again, Because that "Now," I said, "I shall be known ! I shall not sit alone, But shall reach my hands into my sister lands ! And they? Will they not turn Old, wondering dim eyes to me and yearn- Aye, they will yearn, in sooth, To my glad beauty, and my glad, fresh youth." INA D. COOLBRITH, in Songs from the Golden Gate. LET Us MAKE EACH DAY OUR BIRTHDAY. WRITTEN ESPECIALLY FOR THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK. Let us make each day our birthday, As with each new dawn we rise, To the glory and the gladness Of God s calm, o erbending skies ; To the soul-uplifting anthems Of Creation s swelling strains, Chanted by the towering mountains, Surging sea, and sweeping plains. Let us make each day our birthday Every morning life is new, With the splendors of the sunrise, And the baptism of the dew ; With the glisten of the woodlands, And the radiance of the flowers, And the birds exultant matins, In the young day s wakening hours. Let us make each day our birthday, To a newer, holier life, Rousing to some high endeavor, Arming for a nobler strife, Toiling upward, looking Godward, Lest our poor lives be as discords, In Heaven s symphony of love. S. A. R., College Notre Dame, San Jose, Cal. 11 JANUARY 1. A NEW YEAR S WISH. May each clay bring thee something Kair to hold in memory Some true light to shine Upon thee in the after days. May each night bring thee peace, As when the dove broods o er The young she loves ; may day And night the circle of A rich experience weave About thy life, and make Tt rich with knowledge, but radiant With Love, whose blossoms shall be Tender deeds. HELEN VAN ANDERSON GORDON. JANUARY 2. THE MIKAO.E ON THE CALII-ORNJA DESERT. To the south the eye rests upon a vast lake, which can be seen ten or twelve miles distant from the slopes of the mountains, and when I first saw it, its beauty was entrancing. Away to the south, on its borders, were hills of purple, each reflected as clearly as though photographed, and still beyond rose the caps and sum mits of other peaks and mountains rising from this in land sea, whose waters were of turquoise ; yet, as we moved down the slope, the lake was always stealing on before. It was of the things dreams arc made of, that has driven men mad and to despair, its bed a level floor of alkali and clay, covered with a dry, im palpable dust that the slightest wind tossed and whirled in air. CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, in Life in the Open. JANUARY 1. JANUARY 2. JANUARY 3. When the green waves come dashing, With thunderous lashing, Against the bold cliffs that defend the scarred earth, He wheels through the roaring, Where foam-flakes are pouring, And flaps his broad wings in a transport of mirth. JOSIAH KEEP, in The Song of the Sea-Bird, in Shells and Sea-Life. JANUARY 4. A long jagged peninsula, where barren heights and cactus-clad mesas glow in the biting rays of an unob- scured sun, where water holes are accorded locations on the maps, and where, under the fluttering shade of fluted palm boughs, life becomes a siesta dream. A land great in its past and lean in its present. A land where the rattlesnake and the sidewinder, the taran tula and the scorpion multiply, and where sickness is unknown and fivescore years no uncommon span of life. A land of strange contradictions ! A peninsula which to the Spanish conquistador es was an island glistening in the azure web of romance ; a land for which the padres gave their lives in fanatic devotion to the Cross ; a land rich in history, when the timbers of the Mayflower were yet trees in the forest. Lower Cali fornia, once sought and guarded for her ores and her jewels, now a veritable terra incognita, slumbering, un noticed, at the feet of her courted child, the great State of California. Lower California, her romance nigh forgotten, her possibilities overlooked by enter prise and by the statesmen of the two republics. ARTHUR W, NORTH, in The Mother of California. 14 JANUARY 3. JANUARY 4. 15 JANUARY 5. Above me rise the snowy peaks Where golden sunbeams gleam and quiver, And far below, toward Golden Gate, ^ O er golden sand flows Yuba River. Through crystal air the mountain mist Floats far beyond yon distant eagle, And swift o er crag and hill and vale Steps morning, purple-robed and regal. CLARENCE URMY, in A Vintage of Verse. JANUARY 6. With the assistance of Indians and swinging a good axe himself, the worthy padre cut down a number of trees, and, having carried the logs to the Gulf Coast, he there constructed from them a small vessel which was solemnly christened El Tr in info dc la Cms. Let Ugarte be remembered not only as a man of fine physique, the first ship-builder in the Californias. but as an ardent Christian, a wise old diplomat and a fearless explorer. He stands forth bold, shrewd and aggressive, one of the most heroic figures in early Cal ifornia history. * * * At the same time that l : garte was exploring the Gulf of California, Captain George Shevlock of Kng land was cruising about California waters engaged in a little^ privateering enterprise. On his return to Eng land, Shevlock set forth on the charts that California was an island. This assertion was not surprising, for at this time a controversy was raging between certain of tfie Episcopal authorities on the Spanish Main as to which bishopric las Islas Californias belonged ! Guada lajara was finally awarded the "island." ARTHUR W. NORTH, in The Mother of California. JANUARY 5. JANUARY 6. 17 JANUARY 7. CALIFORNIA. A sleeping beauty, hammock-swung, Beside the sunset sea, And dowered with riches, wheat, and oil, Vineyard and orange tree; Her hand, her heart to that fair prince Whose genius shall unfold With rarest art her treasured tales Of life and love and gold. CLARENCE URMY, in A Vintage of Verse. JANUARY 8. BACK TO CALIFORNIA. To the Californian born, California is the only place to live. Why do men so love their native soil? It is perhaps a phase of the human love for the mother. For we are compact of the soil. Out of the crumbling granite eroded from the ribs of California s Sierras by California s mountain streams out of the earth washed into California s great valleys by her mighty rivers out of this the sons of California are made, brain, and muscle, and bone. Why then should they not love their mother, even as the mountaineers of Montenegro, of Switzerland, of Savoy, love their moun tain birthplace? Why should not exiled Californians yearn to return? And we sons of California always do return; we are always brought back by the potent charm of our native land back to the soil which gave us birth and at the last back to Earth, the great mother, from whom we sprung, and on whose bosom we repose our tired bodies when our work is done. JEROME A. HART, in Argonaut Letters. 18 JANUARY 7. JANUARY 8. 19 JANUARY 9. T.ivE ME CAI.H-OKNY. Blizzard back in York state Sings its frosty tune, Here the sun a-shinin, Air as warm as June. Snow in Pennsylvany, Zero times down East, Here the flowers bloomin , A feller s eyes to feast. * * * * Its every one his own way, The place he d like to be, But give me Californy It s good enough for me. TOHN S. McGROARTY, in Just California. JANUARY 10. If Mother Nature is indeed as we see her here, broad-browed and broad-bosomed, strong and calm- calm because strong swaying her vain brats by un ruffled love, not by fear; by wise giving, not by priva tion ; by caresses and gentle precepts, not by cuffs and scoldings and hysterics why, then she shall better jus tify our memories and the name we have given her. It is well that our New England mothers had a differ ent climate in their hearts from that which beat at their windows. I know one Yankee boy who never could quite understand that his mother had gone home till he came to know the skies of California. CHARLES F. LUMMTS, in The A /V/ Uand of ///,- Continent, Out ll esl, June, 1902. 20 JANUARY 9. JANUARY 10. JANUARY 11. California, the orchid in the garden of the states, the warm motherland of genius, the land of enchantment, the land of romance, the land of magic; California, the beautiful courtezan land, whose ravishing form the enamored gods had strewed with scarlet roses and white lilies, and buried deep in her bosom rich treasure ; Cali fornia began the twentieth century with another tale, fantastic, incredible. * * * Until the oil was discovered the land had been worth from one to four dollars an acre, but now offers were made for it from five hundred to as many thousands. MRS. FREMONT OLDER, in The Giants. JANUARY 12. A CALIEORNIAN TO His OLD HOME. I oft feel sad and lone and cold Here in the Golden West, When I recall the times of old, And fond hearts laid to rest ; The gladsome village crowd at e en, The stars a-peeping down f> And all the meadows robed in green Around Claremorris Town. ^ JJ5 * * # This is, in truth, a lovely sphere, A heaven-favored clime, Here Nature smiles the whole long year, Tis summer all the time, With spreading palms and pine trees tall And grape-vines drooping down But gladly would I give them all For you, Claremorris Town. LAURENCE BRANNICK. 22 JANUARY 11. JANUARY 12. 23 JANUARY 13. The rslahlishiiirnl dl" ihe Mission of S;ml;i Calarina marks the close of what may well he termed the third period of Lower California history. It is a period re markable for progress rather than for individual act ors. The great Junipero Scrra passes quickly across the stage, figuring as a man of physical endurance and a diplomat not as an explorer or a founder of many missions. His most historic act on the Peninsula was performed when he drew a line of division between the territory of the Dominicans and the Franciscans, lie is a link between the two Californias. ARTHUR W. NORTH, in The Mother of California. JANUARY 14. To THE V. S. CRUISER CALIFORNIA. Godspeed our namesake cruiser, Godspeed till the echoes cease Fore all may the nation choose her To speak her will for peace. That she in the hour of battle lk-r western fangs may show. That from her broadsides rattle A listening world may know She s more than a fighting vessel, More than mere moving steel, More than a hull to wrestle With the currents at her keel ; That she bodies a living spirit, The spirit of a state, A people s strength and merit, Their hope, their love, their fate. HAROLD S. SYMMKS. 24 JANUARY U JANUARY 14. JANUARY 15. CALIFORNIA AND ITALY. More and more it becomes apparent to me that the Climate of California spoils one for any other in the world. If Californians ever doubt that their winter weather is the finest in the world, let them try that of sunny Italy. If they have ever grumbled at their gentle rains, brought on ine wings of mild winds from the south, let them try the raw rain, hail, snow, and sleet storms of sunny Italy. And then forever after let them hold their peace. JEROME A. HART, in Argonaut Letters. JANUARY 16. I see thee in this Hellas of the West, Thy youngest, fairest child, upon whose crest Thy white snows gleam, and at whose dimpled feet The blue sea breaks, while on her heaving breast The flowers droop and languish for her smile, Thy grace is mirrored in her youthful form, She lifts her forehead to the battling storm, As proud, as fair as thou. * # * * * Like thee, she opens wide her snowy arms, And folds the Nations on her mother-breast. The brawny Sons of Earth have made their home Where her wide Ocean casts its ceaseless foam, Where lifts her white Sierras orient peak The wild exultant love of all that makes The nobler life; the energy that shakes the Earth And gives new eons birth. S. A. S. H. of College of Notre Dame, San Jose, in Hellas. 26 JANUARY 15. JANUARY 16. JANUARY 17. THE RETURN TO CALIFORNIA. Across the desert waste we sped ; The cactus gloomed on either hand, Wild, weird, grotesque each frowning head Uprearing from the sand. Through dull, gray dawn and blazing noon, Like furnace lire the quivering air, Till darkness fell, and the young moon Smiled forth serene and fair. A single star adown the sky Shone like a jewel, clear and bright; We heard the far coyote s cry Pierce through the silent night. Then morning bathed in purple sheen; Beyond the grand, eternal hills ; With sunny, emerald vales between, Crossed by a thousand rills. Sweet groves, green pastures ; buzz of bee And scent of flower ; a dash of foam On rugged cliffs ; the blessed sea, And then the lights of home ! MARY E. MANNIX. JANUARY 18. Around the Southern Californian home of the lov ing twain the roses are in perpetual bloom. The vines are laden with clustered grapes, the peach and the ap ricot trees bend under their loads of luscious fruit, the milch cows yield their creamy milk, the honey-bees laying in their stores of sweet spoil, the balmy air breathes fragrance, the drowsy hum of life is the music of peace. KitMrxn MITCHKU.. in Only it .Y/<vr. 28 JANUARY 17. JANUARY 18. 29 JANUARY 19. CALIFORNIA SONG. DEDICATED TO GEORGE WHARTON JAMES. Proud are we to own us thine, Land of Song and Land of Story, All thy glory Round our heart-hopes we entwine, In our souls thy fame enshrine, California ! Dear to us thy mystic name, Leal-land; Love-land; Land of Might, We would write On the walls of Years thy fame, With thy love a world inflame, California ! Dear to us thy maiden grace, Dear thy queenly Motherhood, Fain we would Keep the sun-smiles on thy face, Worthy live of thy strong Race, California ! Land of Beauty ! Blossom-land ! Land of Heroes, Saints and Sages, Let the Ages Witness all thou canst command From each loyal heart and hand, California ! S. A. S. H. JANUARY 20. I always appreciate things as I go along, for no knowing whether you ll ever go the same way twice in this world. ALBERTA LAWRENCE, in The Travels of Phoebe Ann. 30 JANUARY 19. JANUARY 20. JANUAKY 2\. MOUNT TAM AI.I-AIS. Monk 1 of the elements where battling hands Of clouds and winds the rocks defy Mute yet great, old Tamalpais stands Outlined against the rosy sky. Tlis darkened form uprising there commands The country round, and every eye From lesser hills he strangely seems to draw With lifted glance that speaks of wonder and of awe. It is the awe that makes us reverence show To men of might who proudly tower Above their fellow-men ; the glance that we bestow On one whose native force and power Have lifted him above the race below The pigmy mortals of an hour We almost bend the knee and bow the head To the mighty force that marks his kingly tread. * # * * # MRS. PHIIJP VERRIIX MIGHELS, in Readings from the California Poets. JANUARY 22. Broadly speaking, California is the only elective State. Its people are not here because their mothers happened to be here at the time ; not as refugees ; not as ne er-do-wells, drifting to do no better; not even, in bulk, as joining the scrimmage for more money. They have come by deliberate choice, and a larger pro portion of them, and more single-heartedly, for home s sake than in any other as large migration on record. CHARLES F. LUMMIS, in The Ritfit Hand of the Continent, Out West, August, 1902. 32 JANUARY 21. JANUARY 22. JANUARY 23. Is there any kind of climate, Any scene for painter s eye, The Almighty hath not crowded Neath our California sky? Is there any fruit or flower, Any gem or jewel old, Any wonder of creation This Garden doth not hold From the tiny midget blossom To the grand Sequoia high, With its roots in God s own country And its top in God s own sky? FRED EMERSON BROOKS, in Old Abe and Other Poems. JANUARY 24. A MENDOCINO MEMORY. I climbed the canyon to a river-head, And looking backward saw a splendor spread, Miles beyond miles, of every kingly hue And trembling tint the looms of Arras knew A flowery pomp as of the dying day, A splendor where a god might take his way. ***** It was the brink of night and everywhere Tall redwoods spread their filmy tops in air; Huge trunks, like shadows upon shadow cast, Pillared the under twilight, vague and vast. ***** Lightly I broke green branches for a bed, And gathered ferns, a pillow for my head. And what to this were kingly chambers worth Sleeping, an ant, upon the sheltering earth. EDWIN MARKHAM, in Lincoln and Other Poems. 34 JANUARY 23. JANUARY 24. 35 JANUARY 25. CALIFORNIA. Queen of the Coast, she stands here emerald crowned, Waiting her ships that sail in from the sea, Fairer than all the western world to me, Is this young Goddess whom the years have found. Ocean and land, with riches rare and sweet, Loyally bring their treasures to her feet; In her brave arms she holds with proud content The varied plenty of a continent; In her fair face, and in her dreaming eyes, Shines the bright promise of her destinies; Winds kiss her cheek, and fret the restless tides, She in their truth with faith divine confides, Watching the course of empire s brilliant fate, She looks serenely through the Golden Gate. ANNA MORRISON REED. JANUARY 26. Here was our first (and still largest) national ro mance, the first wild-flower of mystery, the first fierce passion of an uncommonly hard-fisted youth. To this day it persists the only glamour between the covers of "our geography. For more than fifty years its only name has been a witchcraft, and its spell is stronger now than ever, as shall be coolly demonstrated. This has meant something in the psychology of so unfanci- ful a race. The flowering of imagination is no trivial incident, whether in one farm boy s life or in a peo ple s It may be outgrown, and so much as forgotten ; but "it shalfnever again be as if it had never been. Without just that flower we should not have just this fruit. CHARLES F. LUMMIS. in Out West. June, 1892. JANUARY 25. JANUARY 26. 87 JANUARY 27. As time goes on its endless course, environment is sure to crystallize the American nation. Its varying elements will become unified and the weeding out pro cess will probably leave the finest human product ever known. The color, the perfume, the size and form that are placed in the plants will have their analogies in the composite, the American of the future. And now what will hasten this development most of all? The proper rearing of children. Don t feed children on maudlin sentimentalism or dogmatic re ligion ; give them nature. Let their souls drink in all that is pure and sweet. Rear them, if possible, amid pleasant surroundings. If they come into the world with souls groping in darkness, let them see and feel the light. Don t terrify them in early life with the fear of an after world. There never was a child that was made more noble and good by the fear of a hell. Let nature teach them the lessons of good and proper living. Those children will grow to be the best of men and women. Put the best in them in contact with the best outside. They will absorb it as a plant does sun shine and the dew. LUTHER BURBANK. JANUARY 28. Let us embark freely upon the ocean of truth; listen to every word of God-like genius as to a whisper of the Holy Ghost, with the conviction that beauty, truth and love are always divine, and that the real Bible, whose inspiration can never be questioned, comprises all noble and true words spoken and written by man in all ages. WILIJAM DAY SIMONDS, in Freedom and Fraternity. 38 JANUARY 27. JANUARY 28. JANUARY 29. Westward the Star of Empire! Come West, young men! Westward ho! to all of you who want an oppor tunity to do something and to be something. Here is the place in the great Southwest, in the great North west, in all the great West, where you can find an op portunity ready to your hand. We arc only 3,000,000 now. There is room here for 30,000,000. Where each one of us is now finding an opportunity to do some thing and be something there is plenty of room for ten more of you to come and join us. G. W. BURTON, in Burton s Book on California. JANUARY 30. IN CALIFORNIA S MOUNTAINS. Mid the far, fair hills, beneath the pines With their carpet of needles, soft and brown, Dwells the precious scent of rare old wines, Where the sun s distilling rays pour down : Away from the city, mile on mile, Far up in the hills where life s worth while. There the rivulet in gladness leaps Down a fronded valley, sweet and cool, Or pausing" a little moment sleeps In a mossy, rock-bound, limpid pool : Away from the city, mile on mile, Far up in the hills where life s worth while. The wild bird carols its sweetest lay, And the world seems golden with love s good cheer; There is never a care to cloud the day, And Heaven, itself, seems, oh, so near! Away from the city, mile on mile, Far up in the hills where life s worth while. WIT.T.IS GEORGE EMERSON. 40 JANUARY 29. JANUARY 30. 11 JANUARY 31. OUT HERE IN CALIFORNIA. Out here in California, when Winter s on the scene And the earth is like a maiden clad in shimmering robes of green; When the mountains way off yonder lift their snowy peaks to God, While here the dainty flowers raise their faces from the sod; When the sunbeams kiss the waters till they laugh beneath the rays, And nature seems a-joining in a matchless hymn of praise ; When there s just enough of frostiness a sense of life to give, Right here in California it s a comfort just to live. Out here in California in the January days The soul of nature seems to sing a jubilee of praise, And the songbirds whistle clearer, and the blossoms are more fair, And someway joy and blessing seem about us in the air. It s cold perhaps off yonder, but we never feel it here, For the seasons run together through a Summer-haunt ed year, And Dame Nature in her bounty leaves us nothing to forgive Right here in California, where it s comfort just to live. 42 JANUARY 31. Out here in California where the orange turns to gold And Nature has forgotten all the art of growing old, There s not a day throughout the year when flowers do not grow ; Inere s not a single hour the streams do not unfettered flow ; There s not a briefest moment when the songsters do not sing, And life s a sort of constant race twixt Summer and the Spring. Why, just to know the joy of it one might his best years give Out here in California, where it s comfort just to live. A. J. WATERHOUSK. 43 FEBRUARY 1. Night-time in California. Elsewhere men only guess At the glory of the evenings that are perfect nothing less; But here the nights, returning, are the wond rous gifts of God As if the days were maidens fair with golden slippers shod. There is no cloud to hide the sky ; the universe is ours, And the starlight likes to look and laugh in Cupid- haunted bowers. Oh the restful, peaceful evenings! In them my soul delights, For God loved California when He gave to her her nights. AU RED JAMES WATERHOUSE, in Some Homely Little SOUPS. FEBRUARY 2. There it lay, a constellation of lights, a golden ra diance dimmed by the distance. San Francisco the Im possible. The City of Miracles ! Of it and its people many stories have been told, and many shall be ; but a thousand tales shall not exhaust its treasury of ro mance. Earthquake and fire shall not change it, ter ror and suffering shall not break its glad, mad spirit. Time alone can tame the town, restrain its wanton manners, refine its terrible beauty, rob it of its name less charm, subdue it to the commonplace. May time be merciful may it delay its fatal duty till we have learned that to love, to forgive, to enjoy, is but to un derstand ! GELETT BURGESS, in The Heart Line. 44 I ERRUAKY 1. FEBRUARY 2. ia FEBRUARY 3. INCONSTANCY. The bold West Wind loved a crimson Rose. West winds do. This dainty secret he never had told. He thought she knew. But there were poppies to be caressed When he returned from his fickle quest. He found his Rose on another s breast. Alas ! Untrue ! IDA MANSFIELD-WILSON. FEBRUARY 4. THE FIRST FLAG RAISING IN CALIFORNIA. In February, 1829. the ship Brookline of Boston ar rived at San Diego. The mate, James P. Arthur, was left at Point Loma, with a small party to cure hides, while the vessel went up the coast. To attract passing ships Arthur and one of his men, Greene, concluded to make and raise a flag. This was done by using Greene s cotton shirt for the white and Arthur s woolen shirts for the red and blue. With patient effort they cut the stars and stripes with their knives, and sewed them together with sail needles. A small tree lashed to their hut made a flag-pole. A day or two later a schooner came in sight, and up went the flag. This was on Point Loma, on the same spot, pos sibly, hallowed by the graves of the seventy-five men who lost their lives in the Bennington explosion. July 21, 1905. MAJOR W. J. HANDY. 46 FEBRUARY 3. FEBRUARY 4. 47 FEBRUARY 5. Live for to day nor pause to fear Of what Tomorrow s sun mav bruit;! To-day has liours of hope and cheer. ^To-day your songs of joy should ring. The Yesterdays are dead and gone A down the long, uneven way; P. ut Hope is smiling with the dawn Live for To-day! * # * * * Live for To-day! He wins the crown Whose work stands but the crucial test ! Who scales the heights through sneer and frown And gives unto the world his best, Bend to your task! The steep slopes climb, ^ And Love s true light will lead the wav To perfect peace in God s own time- Live for To-day! E. A. BRlNINSTOOf,. FEBRUARY 6. It is a peculiar feature of our sailing that within a few hours we may change our climate. Cool, windy, moist, in the lower bays; and hot, calm, and quiet in the rivers, creeks, and sloughs. As you go to Napa, for instance, the wind gradually lightens as the bay is left, the air is balmier, and finally the yacht is left be calmed. We can, moreover, in two hours run from salt into fresh water. In spring the water is fresh down into Suisun Bay; and at Antioch, fresh water is the rule. The yachts frequently sail up there so that the barnacles will be killed by the fresh water. CHARLES G. YALE, in The Calif o ni mn. 48 FEBRUARY 5. FEBRUARY 6. FEBRUARY 7. Across San Pablo s heaving breast I see the home-lights gleam, As the sable garments of the night Drop down on vale and stream. * # * * Hard by, yon vessel from the seas Her cargo homeward brings, And soon, like sea-bird on her nest, Will sleep with folded wings. The fisher s boat swings in the bay, From yonder point below, While ours is drifting with the tide, And rocking to and fro. Lucius HARWOOD FOOTE, in A Red-Letter Day. FEBRUARY 8. A few years ago this valley of San Gabriel was a long open stretch of wavy slopes and low rolling hills; in winter robed in velvety green and spangled with myriads of flowers all strange to Eastern eyes; in sum mer brown with sun-dried grass, or silvery gray where the light rippled over the wild oats. Here and there stood groves of huge live-oaks, beneath whose broad, time-bowed heads thousands of cattle stamped away the noons of summer. Around the old mission, whose bells have rung o er the valley for a century, a few houses were grouped; but beyond this there was scarcely a sign of man s work except the far-off speck :>f a herdsman looming in the mirage, or the white walls of the old Spanish ranch-house glimmering afar through the hazy sunshine in which the silent land lay always sleeping. T. S. VAN DYKE, in Southern California. 50 FEBRUARY 7. FEBRUARY 8. 51 FEBRUARY 9. The surroundings of Monterey could not well be more beautiful if they had been gotten up to order. Hills, gently rising, the chain broken here and there by a more abrupt peak, environ the city, crowned with dark pines and, the famous cypress of Monterey (Cy- prcssns macrocarfa.) Before us the bay lies calm and blue, and away across, can be seen the town of Santa Cruz, an indistinct white gleam on the moun tain side. JOSEPHINE CLU-FORD MCCRACKIN, in Another Juanita Los ALTOS. The lark sends up a carol blithe, Bloom-billows scent the breeze, Green-robed the rolling foot-hills rise And poppies paint the leas. HANNA OTIS BRUN. FEBRUARY 10. SANTA BARBARA. A golden bay neath soft blue skies, Where on a" hillside creamy rise The mission towers, whose patron saint Ts Barbara with legend quaint. HiUJ X ELLIOTT BANDINI, in History of California. Dare to be free. Free to do the thing you crave to \ do and that craves the doing. Free to live in that ) higher realm where none is fit to criticise save ones 1 self. Free to scorn ridicule, to, face contempt, to brave : remorse. Free to give life to the one human soul that ; can demand and grant such a boon one s own self. MIRIAM MICHELSON, in Anthony Overman. 52 FEBRUARY 9. FEBRUARY 10. FEBRUARY 11. In Carmel pines the summer wind Sings like a distant sea. O harps of green, your murmurs find An echoing chord in me ! On Carmel shore the breakers moan Like pines that breast the gale. O whence, ye winds and billows, flown To cry your wordless tale? GEORGE STERLING, in A Wine of Wizardry and Other Poems. OAKLAND BERKELEY ALAMEDA. O close-clasped towns across the bay, Whose lights like gleaming jewels stray, A ruby, golden, splendid way, When day from earth has flown. T watch you lighting night by night, O twisted strands of jewels bright, The altar-fires of home, alight I who am all alone. GRACE HIBBARD, in Forget-me-nots from California. FEBRUARY 12. On the Berkeley Hills for miles away I went a-roaming one winter s day, And what do you think I saw, my dear? A place where the sky came down to the hill, And a big white cloud on the fresh green grass, And bright red berries my basket to fill, And mustard that grew in a golden mass- All on a winter s day, my dear! CHARLES KEELER, in Elfin Songs of Sunland. 54 FEBRUARY 11. FEBRUARY 12. FEBRUARY 13. TIIK SrxsKT Gr.\ AT AXGKI. ISI.AXD. A touch of night on the hill-tops gray; A dusky hush on the quivering Bay; A calm moon mounting the silent East White slave the clay-god has released; Small, scattered clouds That seemed to wait Like sheets of fire O er the Golden Gate. And under Bonita, growing dim, With a seeming pause on the ocean s rim, Like a weary lab rer, smiles the sun To the booming crash of the sunset gun. LOWEU, OTUS REESE. FEBRUARY 14. MY VAT.EXTIXK. My valentine needs not this day Of Cupid s undisputed sway To have my loving heart disclose The love for her that brightly glows ; Kor it is hers alway, alway. Whate er the fickle world may say. There s nought within its fair array That for a moment could depose My valentine. Where er the paths of life may stray, Mid valleys dark or gardens gay, With holly wild or blushing rose, Through summer s gleam or winter s snows, Thou art, dear love, for aye and aye. My valentine. CUI- KORD HOWAUK. 56 FEBRUARY 13. FEBRUARY 14. FEBRUARY 15. JOAQUIN MILLER S HOME ON THE RIGHTS. ***** Rugged ! Rugged as Parnassus ! Rude, as all roads I have trod Yet are steeps and stone-strewn passes Smooth o erhead, and nearest God. Here black thunders of my canyon Shake its walls in Titan wars ! Here white sea-born clouds companion With such peaks as know the stars. ***** Steep below me lies the valley, Deep below me lies the town, Where great sea-ships ride and rally, And the world walks up and down. O, the sea of lights far streaming When the thousand flags are furled When the gleaming bay lies dreaming As it duplicates the world. ***** JOAQUIN MILLER. FEBRUARY 16. I have watched the ships sailing and steaming in through the Golden Gate, and they seemed like doves of peace bringing messages of good-will from all the world. In the still night, when the scream of the en gine s whistle would reach my ears, I would reflect upon the fact that though dwelling in a city whose boundaries were almost at the verge of our nation s great territory, yet we were linked to it by bands of steel, and Plymouth Rock did not seem so far from Shag Rock, nor Bedloe s Island from Alcatraz. LORENZO Sosso, in Wisdom of the Wise. 58 FEBRUARY 15. FEBRUARY 16. FEBRUARY 17. We believe that when future generations shall come lo write our history they will rind that in this city of San Francisco we have been true to our ideals ; that we have struggled along as men who struggle, not always unfalteringly, but at least always with a good heart ; that we have tried to do our duty by our town and by our country and by the people who look to us for light, and that history will be able to say of San Francisco that she has been true to her trust as the "Warder of two continents" ; that she has been the jewel set in the place where the ends of the ring had met ; that she is the mistress of the great sea which spreads before us, and of the people who hunger for light, for truth, and for civilization; that she stands for truth, a flaming signal set upon the sentinel hills, calling all the nations to the blessings of the freedom which we enjoy. FATHER P. C. YORKE, in The ll ardcr of Two Continents. FEBRUARY 18. FROM THK Mor. \TAIN Tors. LOOK INT. TOWARDS SAX FRAXCISCO BAY. From the mountain tops we see the valleys stretch ing out for leagues below. The eye travels over the tilled fields and the blossoming orchards, through the tall trees and along the verdant meadows that are watered by the mountain streams. Beyond the valley rolls the ocean, whereon we see the armored vessels, and the pleasure yachts, and the merchant ships, laden with the grain of our golden shores, sailing under every flag that floats the sea. LAURENCE BRANNTCK. 60 FEBRUARY 17. FEBRUARY 18. FEBRUARY 19. THE POET S SONG. I gather flowers on moss-paved woodland ways I roam with poets dead in tranced amaze ; Soon must my wild-wood sheaf be cast away, But in my heart the poet s song shall stay. CHARLES KEELER, in A Season s Sowing. FEBRUARY 20. Morning of fleet-arrive was splandid. By early hour of day all S. F. persons has clustered therselves on tip of hills and suppression of excitement was enjoyed. Considerable watching occurred. Barking of dogs was strangled by collars, infant babies which desired to weep was spanked for prevention of. Silences. De pressed banners w r as held in American hands to get ready wave it. Many persons in Sabbath clothings was there, in cluding 1,000 Japanese spies which were very nice be haviour. I was nationally proud of them. Of suddenly, Oh ! ! ! Through the Goldy Gate, what see? Maglificent sight of marine insurance ! Floating war-boats of doz ens approaching directly straight by line and shooting salutes at people. On come them Imperial Navy of Hon. Roosevelt and Hon. Hobson ; what heart could quit beating at it? Such white paint like bath tub enamel, only more respectful in appearance. * * * From collected V 2 million of persons on hills of S. F. one mad yell of star-spangly joy. Fire-crack salute, siren whistle, honk-horn, megaphone, extra edition, tenor solo all connected together to give impressions of loyal panderonium. WALLACE IRWIN, in Letters of a Japanese Schoolboy. 62 FEBRUARY 19. FEBRUARY 20. 63 l Kl!Kr.\KY 21. CALIFORNIA TO THE FLEET. Behold, upon thy yellow sands, 1 wait with laurels in my hands. The Golden Gate swings wide and there I stand with poppies in my hair. Come in, O ships ! These happy seas Caressed the golden argosies Of forty-nine. They felt the keel Of dark Ayala s pinnace steal Across the mellow gulf and pass Unchallenged, under Alcatraz. Not War we love, but Peace, and these Are but the White Dove s argosies The symbols of a mighty will Xo tyrant hand may use for ill. DAXJEL S. RICHARDSON, in Trail Dust. FEBRUARY 22. The splendors of a Sierra sunset cannot be accu rately delineated by pencil or brush. The combined pigments of a Hill and a Moran and a Bierstadt can not adequately reproduce so gorgeous a canvas. The lingering sun floods all the west with flame ; it touches with scarlet tint the serrated outlines of the distant summits and hangs with golden fringe each silvery cloud. Then the colors soften and turn into amber and lilac and maroon. These soon assimilate and dis solve and leave an ashes of rose haze on all far-away objects, when receding twilight spreads its veil and shuts from view all but the mountain outlines, the giant taxodiums and the fantastic fissures of the can yons beneath. BEN C. TRUMAN, in Occidental Sketches. FEBRUARY 21. FEBRUARY 22. ttfi FEBRUARY 23. GOLDEN GATE PARK IN MIDWINTER. The dewdrops hang on the bending grass, A dragon-fly cuts a sunbeam through. The moaning cypress trees lift somber arms Up to skies of cloudless blue. A humming-bird sips from a golden cup, In the hedge a hidden bird sings, And a butterfly among the flowers Tells me that the soul has wings. GRACE HIBBARD, in Wild Roses of California. FEBRUARY 24. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. JOHN MUIR. It was indeed a glorious morning. The bay, a molten blaze of many blended hues, bore upon its se rene surface the flags of all nations, above which brooded the white doves of peace. Crafts of every conceivable description swung in the flame-lit fathoms that laved the feet of the stately hills, then stepping outgone by one, from their gossamer night robes to receive the first kiss of dawn. Grim Alcatraz, girdled with bristling armaments, scintillating in the sun. suggested the presence of some monster leviathan, emerging from the deep, still un- divested of gems, from his submarine home. EUGENIA KEU.OGG, in The Awakening of Poc calif o. FEBRUARY 23. FEBRUARY 24. FEBRUARY 25. THE SIERRA NEVADAS. They watch and guard the sleeping dells Where ice-born torrents flow A myriad granite sentinels, Helmed and cuirassed with snow. * * * * # Yon glacial torrent s deep, hoarse lute Its upward music flings The great, eternal crags stand mute, And listen while it sings. () mighty range ! Thy wounds and scars, Thy wierd, bewildering forms, Attest thine everlasting wars Thy heritage of storms. And still what peace ! Serenity On crag and deep abyss; O, may such calmness fall on me When Azrael stoops to kiss. GEORGE N. LOWE. FEBRUARY 26. Tamalpais is a wooded mountain with ample slopes, Riid from it on the north stretch away ridges of forest land, the out-posts of the great Northern woods of Sequoia sempervirens. This mountain and the moun tainous country to the south bring the forest closer to San Francisco than to any other American city. Within the last few years men have killed deer on the slopes of Tamalpais and looked down to see the cable cars crawling up the hills of San Francisco to the south. In the suburbs coyotes still stole in and robbed hen roosts by night. WILL IRWIN, in The City Thai IV as. FEBRUARY 25. FEBRUARY 26. FEBRUARY 27. DAWN ON MOUNT TAMALPAIS. A cloudless heaven is bending o er us, The dawn is lighting the linn and lea; Island and headland and bay before us, And, dim in the distance, the heaving sea. The Farallon light is faintly flashing, The birds are wheeling in fitful flocks, The coast-line brightens, the waves are dashing And tossing their spray on the Lobos rocks. The Heralds of Morn in the east are glowing And boldly lifting the veil of night; Whitney and Shasta are bravely showing Their crowns of snow in the morning light. The town is stirring with faint commotion, In all its highways it throbs and thrills; We greet you! Queen of the Western Ocean, As you wake to life on your hundred hills. The forts salute, and the flags are streaming From ships at anchor in cove and strait; O er the mountain tops, in splendor beaming, The sun looks down on the Golden Gate. LUCIUS HARWOOD FOOTE. FEBRUARY 28. ENOUGH. When my calm majestic mountains are piled white and high Against the perfect rose-tints of a living sunrise sky, I can resign the dearest wish without a single sigh, And let the whole world s restlessness pass all un heeded by. MARY RUSSELL MILLS. 70 FEBRUARY 27. FEBRUARY 28. 71 FEBRUARY 29. MAKSHAI.I. SATXIIKKS ON SAN FKAM isro. How we all love a city that we have once content plated making our home! Such a city to me is San Francisco, and hut for unavoidable duties elsewhere. I would he there today. I loved that bright, beauti ful city, and even the mention of its name sends jny blood bounding more quickly through my veins. Thai might have been my city, and I therefore rejoice in its prosperity. I am distressed when calamity over takes it_l never lose faith in its ultimate success. The heart of the city is sound. It has always been sound, even in the early days when a ring of corrupt adven turers would have salted the city of the blessed herb with an unsavory reputation, but for the care of staunch and courageous protectors at the heart of it. San Francisco is not the back door of the continent. San Francisco is the front door. Every ship sailing out of its magnificent bay to the Orient, proclaims this fact. San Francisco will one day lead the continent. A city that cares for its poor and helpless, its children and dumb animals, that encourages art and learning, and never wearies in its prosecution of evil-doers that city will eventually emerge triumphant from every cloud of evil report. Long live the dear city by the Golden Gate! MARSHALL SAUNDKKS, July, 19(iy. "Senor Barrow. I congratulate you." Morale said, in his native tongue. "A woman who cannot be : won away by passion or by chance, is a woman of gold. GERTRUDE B. MILLARD. in On ///< Ciudad Road, The Newsletter, Jan., 1899. 72 FEBRUARY 29. AT Ti-iJi i KEsiu.o ui- SAM J/KAACJMO The rose and honey-suckle here entwine In lovely comradeship their am rous arms; Here grasses spread their undecaying charms And every wall is eloquent with vine; l-ar-reaching avenues make beckoning sign, And as we stroll along their tree-lined way, 1 he songster trills his rapture-breathing lav From where lu finds inviolable shrine. And yet, within this beauty-haunted place War keeps his dreadful engines at command. With scarce a smile upon his frowning face, And ever ready, un relaxing hand We start to see, when dreaming in these bowers, A tiger sleeping on a bed of flowers. HOWARD ROBESOX TAYLOR, in Moods and Other Ver. 73 MARCH 1. THE CITY S VOICE. A mighty undertone of mingled sound ; The cadent tumult rising from a throng Of urban workers, blending in a song Of greater life that makes the pulses bound. The whirr of turning wheels, the hammers ring The noise of traffic and the tread of men, The viol s sigh, the scratching of a pen All to a vibrant Whole their echoc^ fling-. Hark to the City s voice ; it tells a tale Of triumphs and defeats, of joy and woe, The lover s tryst, the challenge of a foe, A dying gasp, a new-born infant s wail. The pulse-beats of a million hearts combined, Reverberating in a rhythmic thrill A vital message that is never still A sweeping, cosmic chorus, uncon fined. LOUTS J. STEI.LMANN, in San Francisco Town Talk, December 6, 1902. MARCH 2. From his windows on Russian Hill one saw always something strange and suggestive creeping through the mists of the bay. It would be a South Sea Island brig, bringing in copra, to take out cottons and idols; a Chinese junk after sharks livers; an old whaler, which seemed to drip oil, home from a year of cruising in the Arctic. Even the tramp windjammers were deep- Chested craft, capable of rounding the Horn or of cir- : umnavigating the globe; and they came in streaked and picturesque from their long voyaging. WILL IRWIN, in The City That IV as. 74 MARCH 1, MARCH 2. 75 MARCH 3. WILD HONEY. The swarms that escape from their careless own ers have a wear}-, perplexing time of it in seeking suit able homes. Most of them make their way to the foot-hills of the mountains, or to the trees that line the banks of the rivers, where some hollow log or trunk may be found. A friend of mine, while out hunting on the San Joaquin, came upon an old coon trap, hidden among some tall grass, near the edge of the river, upon which he sat down to rest. Shortly afterward his attention was attracted to a crowd of angry bees that were flying excitedly about his head, when he discovered that he was sitting upon their hive, which was found to contain more than 200 pounds of honey. JOHN MUIR, in The Mountains of California. MARCH 4. I imsi iioKKsci .NT SKA WAVKS, BAT,BOA RtfACH, CAT,. * # :| - :|: * Responsive to my oar and hand, Touching to glory sea and sand. A glint, a sparkle, a flash, a flame, An ecstasy above all name. What art thou, strange, mysterious llamc? Art thou some flash of central fire, So pure and strong thou wilt not expire Tho plunged in ocean s seething main? Mayest thou not be that sacred flame, Creative, moulding, purging fire, Aspiring, abandoning all desire Shaping perfection from Life s pain? MARY RUSSKI.I. MIIJLS, in l cllowshif> Magazine. 70 MARCH 3. MARCH 4. 77 MARCH 5. THE JOY OF THE HILLS. I ride on the mountain tops, I ride ; I have found my life and am satisfied. ***** I ride en the hills, I forgive, I forget Life s hoard of regret All the terror and pain Of the chafing chain. Grind on, O cities, grind ; I leave you a blur behind. I am lifted elate the skies expand ; Here the world s heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls ; I ride with the voices of waterfalls! I swing on as one in a dream ; I swing Down the air} 7 hollows, I shout, I sing! The world is gone like an empty word ; My body s a bough in the wind, my heart a bird. EDWTN MARKHAM, in The Man with a Hoe, and Other Poems. MARCH 6. We move about these streets of San Francisco in cars propelled by electric energy created away yonder on the Tuolumne River in the foothills of the Sierras ; we sit at home and read by a light furnished from the same distant source. How splendid it all is the swiftly flowing -cascades of the Sierra Nevadas are be ing harnessed like beautiful white horses, tireless and ageless, to draw the chariots of industry around this Bay. CHARLES REYNOLDS BROWN. 78 MARCH 5. MARCH 6. 79 MARCH 7. BACK. BACK TO XATURK. Weary! I am weary of the- madness of the town. Deathly wear)- of all women, and all wine. Hack, back to Nature! 1 will go and lay me down. Bleeding lay me down before her shrine. For the mother-breast the hungry babe must call, Loudly to the shore cries the surf upon the sea; Near, Nature wide and deep! after man s mad festival Mow bitterly my soul cries out for thee ! HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, in Of Both ll orlds. MARCH 8. Across the valley was another mountain, dark and grand, with flecks of black growing chcmisai in clefts and crevices, and sunny slopes and green fields lying at its base. And oh, the charm of these mountains. In the valley there might be fog and the chill of the north, but on the mountains lay the warmth and the dreaminess of the south. JOSEPHINE UIJFJ-ORD MCCRACKIN, in Overland Tales. The furious wind that came driving down the can yon lying far below him was the breath of the ap preaching multitude of storm-demons. The giant tree^ on the slopes of the canyon seemed to brace themselve-. against the impending assault. * * * At the bottom of the canyon, the Sacramento River here a turbulent mountain stream, and now a roaring torrent from the earlier rains of the season, fumed and foamed as it raced with the wind down the canyon hurrying on its way to the placid reaches in the plains of California. W. C. MORROW, in . / Man : His Mark. so MARCH 7. MARCH 8. MARCH 9. THE ROCK DIVING OF MOUNTAIN SHEEP. On another occasion, a flock . . . retreated to an other portion of this same cliff (over 150 feet high), and, on being followed, they were seen jumping down in perfect order, one behind another, by two men whc happened to be chopping where they had a fair view of them and could watch their progress from top tc bottom of the precipice. Both ewes and rams made the frightful descent without evincing any extraordi nary concern, hugging the rock closely, and controll ing the velocity of their half-falling, half-leaping move ments by striking at short intervals and holding hack with their cushioned, rubber feet upon small ledges and roughened inclines until near the bottom, wher they "sailed off" into the free air and alighted on then feet, but with their bodies so nearly in a vertical posi tion that they appeared to be diving. JOHN MUIR, in The Mountains of California. MARCH 10. The ridge, ascending from seaward in a gradual co quetry of foot-hills, broad low ranges, cross-systems, canyons, little flats, and gentle ravines, inland dropped off almost sheer to the river below. And from under your very feet rose range after range, tier after tier, rank after rank, in increasing crescendo of wonderful tinted mountains to the main crest of the Coast Range, the blue distance, the mightiness of California s west ern systems. * * * And in the far distance, finally, your soul grown big in a moment, came to rest on the great precipices and pines of the greatest mountains of all, close under the sky. STEWART EDWARD WHITE, in The Mountains. 82 MARCH 9. MARCH 1C 83 MARCH 11. To You, MY FRIEND. To you, my friend, where er you he. Though known or all unknown to me ; To you, who love the things of God. The dew-begemmed and velvet sod, The birds that trill beside their nest. "Oh, love, sweet love, of life is best ;" To you. for \vhom each sunset glows. This message goes. To you, my friend. Mayhap tis writ We ne er shall meet. What matters it? Where er we roam. God s light shall gleam For us on hill and wold and stream. And we shall hold the blossoms dear. And baby lips shall give us cheer. And. loving these, leal friends are we. Where er you be. To voii, my friend, who kn<>\\ right well That life is more than money s spell. \Yho hear the universal call, "Let all love all. as He loves all." nh. list me in your ranks benign. Accept this fa It ring hand of mine Which, though unworthy. I extend . And hold me friend. A. T. WATERHOUSE. MARCH 12. Strength is meant for something more than merely to be st rong ; And Life is not a lifetime spent in strain to keep alive. On VRI.ES F. LUMMIS, in The Transplantation. S4 MARCH 11. MARCH 12. MARCH 13. HER KING. A winsome maiden planned her life How, when she was her hero s wife, He should be royal among men, And worthy of a diadem. Through all the devious ways of earth She sought her king ; The snows of Winter fell before She walked o er flowers of vanished Spring Into the Summer s fragrant heat; She bent her quest, with rapid feet/ Then saddened; still she journeyed down The Autumn hillsides, bare and brown, Through shadowy eves and golden morns ; And lo! she found him crowned with thorns. ANNA MORRISON REED. MARCH 14. The area of San Francisco Bay proper is two hun dred and ninety square miles ; the area of San Pablo Bay. Carquinez Straits, and Mare Island, thirty square miles ; the area of Suisun Bay, to the confluence of the San Joaquin and Sacramento rivers, is sixty-three square miles. The total bay area is therefore four hun dred and eighty square miles ; and there are hundreds of miles of slough, river, and creek. A yachtsman, starting from Alviso, at the southern end of the bay, may sail in one general direction one hundred and fifty-four miles to Sacramento, before turning. All of this, of course, in inland waters. CHARLES G. YALE, in The Californian. 86 MARCH 13. MARCH 14. 87 MARCH 15. It \v;is tin- green heart ol tin 1 cammi. where ihc walls swerved hack from the rigid plain and relieved l heir harshness of line by making a little sheltered nook and tilling it to the brim with sweetness and roundness and softness. Here all things rested. Even the narrow stream eeased its turbulent down-rush long enough to form a quiet pool. Knee-deep in the water, with drooping head and half-shut eyes, drowsed a red- coated, many-antlered buck. On one side, beginning at the very lip of the pool, was a tin}- meadow, a cool, resilient surface of green that extended to the base of the frowning wall. Be yond the pool a gentle slope of earth ran up and up to meet the opposing wall. Fine grass covered the slope grass that was spangled with flowers, with here and there patches of color, orange and purple and golden. Below, the canyon was shut in. There was no view. The walls leaned together abruptly and the canyon ended in a chaos of rocks, moss-covered and hidden by a green screen of vines and creepers and boughs of trees. Up the canyon rose far hills and peaks, the big foot-hills, pine covered and remote. And far be yond, like clouds upon the border of the sky, towered minarets of white, where the Sierra s eternal snows Hashed austerely the blazes of the sun. JACK LONDON , in .III Cold Canyon. MARCH 16. Except you arc kindred with those w^ho have speech with great spaces, and the four winds of the earth, and the infinite arch of God s sky, you shall not have understanding of the desert s lure. TDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, in Miner s Mirage Land. MARCH 15. MARCH 16. MARCH 17. ST. PATRICK S DAY IN CALIFORNIA. This day we celebrate is a day of faith, faith in God and the motherland. Tt is a day of gratitude to the God whose grace brought our fathers into the Chris tian life, a day of gratitude to the nations which re ceived our fathers and blessed them with the privi leges of citizenship. Let us not mind the minor chord of sorrow and persecution. Let us rather take the ma jor chord of glory and of honor, and from the days of scholarship and of freedom to :he present mo ment of a world s national power, let us chant the hymns of glory and sing of victory. BISHOP THOMAS J. CONATY. MARCH 18. Said one, who upward turned his eye, To scan the trunks from earth to sky: "These trees, no doubt, well rooted grew When ancient Nineveh was new ; And down the vale long shadows cast When Moses out of Egypt passed, And o er the heads of Pharaoh s slaves And soldiers rolled the Red Sea waves. "How must the timid rabbit shake, The fox within his burrow r quake, The deer start up with quivering hide To gaze in terror every side, The quail forsaKe the trembling spray, When these old rcots at last give way, And to the earth the monarch drops To jar the distant mountain-tops." PALMER Cox, in The Brownies Through California. (to MARCH 17. MARCH 18. MARCH 19 AND MARCH 20. A WINDOW AND A TREE IN ALTADKNA. By my window a magician, breathing whispers of en chantment, Stands and waves a wand above me till the flowing of my soul, Like the tide s deep rhythm, rises in successive swells that widen All my circumscribed horizon, till the finite fades away; And the fountains of my being in their innermost recesses Are unsealed, and as the seas sweep, sweep the waters of my soul Till they reach the shores of Heaven and with ebb-tide bear a pearl Back in to the heart s safe-keeping, where no thieves break through nor steal. * * * * # Bv my window stands confessor with his hands out stretched to bless me, And on bended knee 1 listen to his low "Absolve te." Ne er was mass more sacramental, ne er confessional more solemn, [soul. And the benediction given ne er shall leave my shriven Just a tree beside my window just a symbol sent from Heaven But with Proteus power it ever changes meaning changes form And it speaks with tongues of angels, and it prophesies the rising [in man. Of the day-star which shall shine out from divinity LANNIE HAYXES MARTIN. 92 MARCH 19. MARCH 20. MARCH 21. IN THE REDWOOD CANYONS. Down in the redwood canyons cool and deep, The shadows of the forest ever sleep; The odorous redwoods, wet with fog and dew, Touch with the bay and mingle with the yew. Under the firs the red madrona shines, The graceful tan-oaks, fairest of them all, Lean lovingly unto the sturdy pines, In whose far tops the birds of passage call. Here, where the forest shadows ever sleep, The mountain-lily lifts its chalice white ; The myriad ferns hang draperies soft and white Thick on each mossy bank and watered steep, Where slender deer tread softly in the night Down in the redwood canyons dark and deep. LILLIAN H. SHUEY, in Among the Redwoods. MARCH 22. You rode three miles on the flat, two in the leafy and gradually ascending creek-bed of a canyon, a half hour of laboring steepness in the overarching moun tain lilac and laurel. There you came to a great rock gateway which seemed the top of the world. * * * Be yond the gateway a lush level canyon into which you plunged as into a bath ; then again the laboring trail, up and always up toward the blue California sky, out of the lilacs, and laurels, and redwood chaparral into the manzanita, the Spanish bayonet, the creamy yucca, and the fine angular shale of the upper regions. Beyond the apparent summit you found always other summits yet to be climbed, and all at once, like thrusting your shoulders out of a hatchway, you looked over the top. STEWART EDWARD WHITE, in The. Mountains. 94 MARCH 21. MARCH 22. MARCH 23. DONNER LAKE. So fair thou art so still and deep Half hidden in thy granite cup. From depths of crystal smiling up As smiles a woman in her sleep! The pine trees whisper where they lean Above thy tide: and. mirrored there The purple peaks their bosoms bare-. Reflected in thy silver sheen. So fair thou art ! And yet there dwells Within thy sylvan solitudes A memory which darkling broods And all thy witchery dispels. DANIEL S. RICHARDSON, in Trail Dust. MARCH 24. DONNER LAKH. Donner Lake a pleasure resort ! Can you under stand for one moment how strange this seems to me? 1 must be as old as Haggard s "She," since I have lived to see our papers make such a statement. It is years since I was there, yet T can feel the cold and hunger and hear the moan of the pines; those grand old trees that used to tell me when a storm was brew ing and seemed to be about the only thing there alive, as the snow could not speak. But now that the place is a pleasure resort the moan of the pines should cease. VIRGINIA REED MURPHY. MARCH 23. MARCH 24. MARCH 25. THE LURE OF THE DESERT LAND. Have you slept in a tent alone a tent Out under the desert sky Where _a thousand thousand desert miles All silent round you lie? The dust of the aeons of ages dead, And the peoples that tramped by! * * # # * Have you lain with your face in your hands, afraid, Face down flat down on your face and prayed, While the terrible sandstorm whirled and swirled In its soundless fury, and hid the world And quenched the sun in its yellow glare Just you and your soul, and nothing there? If you have, then you know, for you ve felt its spell, The lure of the desert land. And if you have not, then you could not tell For you could not understand. MADGE MORRIS WAGNER, in Lip pine ott s. MARCH 26. One of the most beautiful lakes in the world is Lake Tahoe. It is six thousand feet above sea-level, and the mountains around it rise four thousand feet higher. * * The first thing one would notice, perhaps, is the wonderful clearness of the lake water. As one stands on the wharf the steamer Tahoe seems to be hanging in the clear green depths with her keel and propellers in plain sight. The fish dart under her and all about as in some large aquarium. * * Every stick or stone shows on the bottom as one sails along where the water is sixty or seventy feet deep. EEEA M. SEXTON, in Stories of California. MARCH 25. MARCH 26. 99 MARCH 27. A PLAINSMAN S SONG MY Lc\t. Oh, give me a cluuh in 1113- hand of as much Of the mane of a horse as a hold, And let his desire to be gone be a lire And let him be snorting and bold ! And then with a swing on his back let me fling My leg that is naked as steel And let us away to the end of the day To quiet the tempest I feel. And keen as the wind with the cities behind And prairie before like a sea, With billows of grass that lasn as we pass, Make way for my stallion and me ! And up with his nose till his nostril aglows, And out with his tail and his mane, And up with my breast till the breath of the West Is smiting me knight of the plain ! Oh, give me a gleam of your eyes, love adream With the kiss of the sun and the dew, And mountain nor swale, nor the scorch nor the hail Shall halt me from spurring to you ! For wild as a flood-melted snow for its blood By crag, gorge, or torrent, or shoal, I ll ride on my steed and lay tho it bleed, My heart at your feet and my soul ! PHILIP VERRIIX MIGUELS, in Harper s, ll ccldy. MARCH 28. L y o, a Power divine, in all nature is found, A. Power omniscient, unfailing, profound ; A great Heart, that loves beauty and order and light. In the flowers, in the shells, in the stars of the night. JOSIAH KEEP, in Shells and Sea-Life. ion MARCH 27. MARCH 28. 101 MARCH 29. BACK TO THE DESERT. Call it the land of thirst, Call it the land accurst, Or what you will ; There where the heat-lines twirl And the dust-devils whirl His heart turns still. # # # * Back to the land he knows, Back where the yucca grows And cactus bole ; Where the coyote cries, Where the black buzzard flies Flyeth his soul ! BAILEY MILLAR^ in Songs of the Press. MARCH 30. DRIVING THE LAST SPIKE, 1869. Under the desert sky the spreading multitude was called to order. There followed a solemn prayer of thanksgiving. The laurel tie was placed, amidst ring ing cheers. The golden spike was set. The trans- American telegraph wire was adjusted. Amid breath less silence the silver hammer was lifted, poised, drop ped, giving the gentle tap that ticked the news to all the world ! Then, blow on blow, Governor Stanford sent the spike to place ! A storm of wild huzzas burst forth; desert rock and sand, plain and moun tain, echoed the conquest of their terrors. The two engines moved up, touched noses ; and each in turn crossed the magic tie. America was belted! The great Iron Way was finished. SARAH PRATT CARR, in The Iron Way. 102 MARCH 29. MARCH 30. 103 MARCH 31. THK SIM KIT ()! TIIK \YKST. All wearied with the burdens of a place Grown barren, over-crowded and despoiled Of vital freshness by the weight of years. A sage Ascended to the mountain tops To peer, as Moses once had done of old, Into the distance for a Promised Land ; And there, his gaze toward the setting sun. Heheld the Spirit of the Occident, Hold, herculean, in its latent strength A youthful destiny that beckoned on To fields all vigorous with natal life. The years have passed; the sage has led a band Of virile, sturdy men into the West. And these have toiled and multiplied and stamped I pon the faee of Nature wondrous things. I ntil. created from the virgin soil, ( ^reat industries arise as monuments To their endeavor; and a mighty host Now labors in a once-untrodden waste Quick-pulsed with life-blood, from a heart that throb? Its vibrant dominance throughout the world. Today, heroic in the sunset s glow. A figure looms, colossal and serene. In royal power of accomplishment. That claims the gaze of nations over-sea And beckons, still, as in the years agone, The weary ones of earth to its domain That they may drink from undiluted founts An inspiration of new energy. Lor is J. STEM.. MAX, in Sunset Magazine, August, 1903 104 MARCH 31. DKSKRT LI-RE. The hills are gleaming brass, and bronze tin- peaks. The mesas are a bra/on, molten sea, And e en the heaven s bine infinity, Undimmed by kindly cloud through arid weeks, Seems polished turquoise. Like a sphinx she speaks, The scornful desert: "What would st thou from me?" And in our hearts we answer her; all three Unlike, for each a different treasure seeks. One sought Adventure, and the desert gave ; His restless heart found rest beneath her sands. One sought but gold. He dug his soul a grave; The desert s gift worked evil in his hands. One sought for beauty; him She made her slave. Turn back ! Xo man her witched gift withstands. CHARLTON LAWRENCE EDHOLM, in Ainslccs. July, 1907. 106 1. Hark ! What is the meaning of this stir in the air. why are the brooks so full of laughter, the birds pour ing forth such torrents of sweet song, as if unable longer to contain themselves for very joy? The hills and ravines resound with happy voices. Let us re echo the cheering vibrations with the gladness of our hearts, with the hope arisen from the tomb of despair. With buoyant spirit, let us join in the merry mood of the winged songsters ; let us share the gaiety of the flowers and trees, and let our playful humor blend with the musical flow and tinkle of the silvery, shim mering rivulet. Greetings, let fond greetings burst from the smiling lips on this most happy of all occa sions ! The natal day of the flowers, the tender season of love and beauty, the happy morn of mother Na ture s bright awakening ! The resurrection, indeed ! The world palpitating with fresh young life it is the Holiday of holidays, the Golden Holiday for each and all the Birth of Spring. BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH. Copyright, 1907. APRII, 2. Almost has the Californian developed a racial physi ology. He tends to size, to smooth symmetry of limb and trunk, to an erect, free carriage; and the beauty of his women is not a myth. The pioneers were all men of good body ; they had to be to live and leave des cendants. The bones of the weaklings who started for El Dorado in 1849 lie on the plains or in the hill cem eteries of the mining camps. Heredity began it; cli mate has carried it out. IRWIN, in The City That Was. 106 APRIL 1. APRIL 2. 107 APRIL 3. AN EASTER OITEKING. I watched a lily through the Lenten-tide; From when its emerald sheath first pierced the mould. I saw the satin blades uncurl, unfold, And, softly upward, stretch with conscious pride Toward the fair sky. At length, the leaves beside, There came a flower beauteous to behold, Breathing of purest joy and peace untold; Its radiance graced the Easter altar-side. And in my heart there rose a sense of shame That I, alas, no precious gift had brought Which could approach the beauty of this thing 1 who had sought to bear the Master s name! Humbly T bowed while meek repentance wrought. Witli silent tears, her chastened offering. BLANCHE M. BURBANK. APRIL 4. Kor all the toll the desert takes of a man it gives compensations, deep breaths, deep sleep, and the com munion of the stars. It comes upon one with new force that the Chaldeans were a desert-bred people. It is hard to escape the sense of mastery as the stars move in the wide, clear heavens to risings and settings unobscured. They look large and near and palpitant; as if they moved on some stately service not needful to declare. Wheeling to their stations in the sky, they make the poor world-fret of no account. Of no ac count you who lie out there watching, nor the lean coyote that stands off in the scrub from you and howls and howls. MARY Ars fix. in The Land of Little Ruin. 108 APRIL t. APRIL 4. 10U APRIL 5. DESERT CALLS. There are breaks in the voice of the shouting street Where the smoke drift comes sifting down, And I list to the wind calls, far and sweet They are not from the winds of the town. I lean to the rush of the desert air And the bite of the desert sand, 1 feel the hunger, the thirst and despair And the joy of the still border land! For the ways of the city are blocked to the end With the grim procession of death The treacherous love and the shifting friend And the reek of a multitude s breath. But the arms of the Desert are lean and slim And his gaunt breast is cactus-haired, His ways are as rude as the mountain rim But the heart of the Desert is bared. HARLEY R. WILEY, in Out West Magazine. APRIL 6. In the universal pean of gladness which the earth at Eastertide raises to the Lord of Life, the wilderness and the solitary place have part, and the desert then does in truth blossom as the rose. And how comforting are the blossoms of the desert when at last they have come ! When the sun has sunk behind the rim of the verdure- less range of granite hills that westward bound my view, and the palpitating light of the night s first stars shines out in the tender afterglow, I love to linger on the cooling sands and touch my cheek to the flowers. Now has the desert shaken off the livery of death, and ... is become an abiding place of hope. CHARLES FRANCIS SAUNDERS, in Blossoms of the Desert. 110 APRIL 5. APRIL 6. ill APRIL 7. There had been no hand to lay a wreath upon lii< tomb. But soon, as if the weeping- skies had scattered seeds of pity, tiny flowerets, yellow, blue, red, and white, were sprouting on the sides of the grave * * * A delicious perfume filled the air. The desert ceme tery was now a place of beauty as well as a place of peace. But the silence and solitude remained unbroken except when a long-tailed lizard scurried through the undergrowth, or a big horned toad, white and "black- like patterned enamel, took a blinking peep of melan choly surprise into the yawning ditch that blocked his accustomed way. Kn.Mi-xn MITCHELL, in /// Desert Keeping. APKIL 8. To those who know the desert s heart, and through years of closest intimacy have learned to love it in all its moods; it has for them something that is greater than charm, more lasting than beauty a something to which no man can give a name. Speech is not needed tor they who are elect to love these things understand one another without words; and the desert speaks t<> them through its silence. TDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, in Miner s Mirage Land At length I struck upon a spot where a little stream of water was oozing out from the bank of sand. As I scraped away the surface I saw something which would have made me dance for joy had I not been weighed down by the long boots. For there, in very truth, was a live Olive, with its graceful shell and a beautiful pearl-colored body. JOSIAH KEEP, in ll csl Coast Shells. APRIL 7. APRIL 9. DESERT DUST. With all its heat and dust the desert has its charms. The desert dust is dusty dust, hut not dirty dust. Com pared with the awful organic dust of New York, Lon don or Paris, it is inorganic and pure. On those strips of the Libyan and Arabian deserts which lie along the Nile the desert dust is largely made up of the resi duum of royalty, of withered Ptolemies, of arid Phar aohs for the tombs of queens and kings are counted here by the hundreds, and of their royal progeny and their royal retainers by the thousands. These dessi- cated dynasties have been drying so long that they are now quite antiseptic. The dust of these dead and gone kings makes extra ordinarily fertile soil for vegetable gardens when irri gated with the rich, thick water of the Nile. Their mummies also make excellent pigments for the brush Ramescs and Setos, Cleopatra and Hatasu a 11 these great ones, dead and turned to clay are said when properly ground, to make a rich umber paint highly popular with artists. JEROME HART, in A Levantine Log-Book. APRIL 10. The mountain wall of the Sierra bounds California on its eastern side. It is rampart towering and im pregnable, between the garden and the desert. From its cVest brooded over by cloud, glittering with crusted snows the traveler can look over crag, and precipice, mounting files of pines and ravines swimming ^un fathomable shadow, to where, vast, .pale faring in its dreamy adolescence, lies California, the garden. GERALDINE BONNER, in The Pioneer. 1U APRIL 9. APRIL 10. 115 APRIL 11. MIRAGE IN THE MOHAYE DESERT. They hoar the rippling waters call ; They see the fields of balm ; And faint and clear above it all, The shimmer of some silver palm That shines thro all that stirless calm So near, so near and yet they fall All scorched with heat and blind with pain, Their faces downward to the plain, Their arms reached toward the mountain wall. ROSALIE KERCH EVA L. APRIL 12. The desert calls to him who has once felt its strange attraction, calls and compels him to return, as the sea compels the sailor to forsake the land. lie who has once felt its power can never free himself from the haunting charm of the desert. GEORGE HAMILTON FITCH, in Pal in Springs, Land of Sunshine Magazine. IN SANCTUARY. Tin- wind broke open a rose s heart And scattered her petals far apart. Driven before the churlish blast Some in the meadow brook were cast, Or fell in the tangle of the sedge : Some were impaled on the thorn of the hedge ; But one was caught on my dear love s breast Where long ago my hear) found rest. CHARLES FRANCIS SAVNDERS, in Overland Monthly, July. 1907. 116 \PKI1. 1 I, A run. 12. 117 APRIL 13. For fifteen months the desert of California had lain dthirst. The cattle of the vast ranges had fled from the parched sands, the dying, shriveled shrubs, appeal ing vainly, mutely, for rain, and had taken refuge in the mountains. They instinctively retreated from the death of the desert and sheltered themselves in the green of the foot-hills. North, east, south, and west, rain had fallen, but here, for miles on either side of the little isolated station * * * the plain had so baked in the semi-tropical sun until even the hardiest sage-brush took on the color of the sand which billowed toward the eastern horizon like an untraveled ocean. MRS. FREMONT OLDER, in The Giants. APRIL 14. The strong westerly winds drawing in through the Golden Gate sweep with unobstructed force over the channel, and, meeting the outflowing and swiftly mov ing water, kick up a sea that none but good boats can overcome. To go from San Francisco to the usual cruising grounds the channel must be crossed. There is no way out of it. And it is to this circumstance, most probably, we are indebted for as expert a body of yachtsmen as there is anywhere in the United States. Timid, nervous, unskilled men cannot handle yachts under such conditions of wind and waves. The yachts men must have confidence in themselves, and must have boats under them which are seaworthy and staunch enough to keep on their course, regardless of adverse circumstances. CHARLES G. YALE, in Yachting in San Francisco Bay, in The Californian. 118 APRIL 13. APRII, 14. 119 APR 1 1, 15. I i IK Ij/Aki). I sit among the hoary trees With Aristotle on my knees And turn with serious hand the pages, Lost in the cobweb-hush of ages; When suddenly with no more sound Than any sunbeam on the ground, The little hermit of the place Is peering up into my face The slim gray hermit of the rocks, With bright, inquisitive, quick eyes, His life a round of harks and shocks, A little ripple of surprise, Now lifted up, intense and still, Sprung from the silence of the hill He hangs upon the ledge a-glisten. And his whole bodv seems to listen ! My pages give a little- start, And he is gone! to be a part Of the old cedar s crumpled bark, A mottled scar, a weather mark ! KDW.IN MARK M AM, in Lincoln and Other 1 ocms. APRIL 16. I lived in a region of remote sounds. On Russian Mill I looked down as from a balloon; all there is of the stir of the city comes in distant bells and whistles, changing their sound, just as scenery moves, accord ing to the state of the atmosphere. The islands shift as if enchanted, now near and plain, then removed and dim. The bav widening, sapphire blue, or narrowing, green and gray, or. before a storm, like quicksilver. EMMA FRANCES DAWSON, in .-In Itinerant House. 120 APRIL 15. APRIL 16. 121 APRIL 17. Although we dread earthquakes with all their re sultant destruction, yet it is well to recognize the fact that if it were not for them we would find here in California little of that wonderful scenery of which we are so proud. Our earthquakes are due to movements similar to those which, through hundreds of thousands of years, have been raising the lofty mountains of the Cordilleran region. The Sierra Nevada range, with its abrupt eastern scarp nearly two miles high, faces an important line of fracture along which movements have continued to take place up to the present time HAROLD W. FAIRBANKS, in The Great Earthquake Rift of California. APRIL 18. APRIL EIGHTEENTH. Three years have passed, oh, City! since you lay A smoking shambles stricken by the lust Of Nature s evil passions. In a day I saw your splendor crumble into dust. So vast your desolation, so complete Your tragedy of ruin that there seemed Small hope of rallying from such defeat Of seeing you arisen and redeemed. Yet, three short years have marked a sure rebirth To splendid urban might; a higher place Among the ruling cities of the earth And left of your disaster but a trace. Refined in flame and tempered, as a blade Of iron into steel of flawless ring Oh, City of the Spirit Unafraid ! What wondrous destiny the years will bring! Louis J. STELLMAN, in San Francisco Globe, April 18, 1909. 122 APRIL 17. APRIL 18. 123 APRIL 19. O, EVANESCENCE ! (SAN KUAN Cisco. ) I loved a work of dreams that bloomed from Art; A town and her turrets rose As from the red heart Of the couchant suns where the west wind blows And- worlds lie apart. Calm slept the sea-flats; beneath the blue dome Copper and gold and alabaster gleamed, And sea-birds came home. But I woke in a sorrowful day ; The vision was scattered away. Ashes and dust lie deep on the dream that I dreamed. HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, in Looms of Life. APRIL 20. SAN FRANCISCO. What matters that her multitudinous store- The garnered fruit of measureless desire Sank in the maelstrom of abysmal lire. To be of man beheld on earth no more? Her loyal children, cheery to the core. Quailed not, nor blenched, while she, above the ire Of elemental ragings, dared aspire On victory s wings resplendently to soar. What matters all the losses of the years, Since she can count the subjects as her own That share her fortunes under every fate; Who weave their brightest tissues from her tears, And who, although her best be overthrown, Resolve to make her and to keep her great. EDWARD ROBESON TAYLOR, in Sunset Magazine. APRIL 19 APRIL 20. 125 APRIL 21. They could hear the roar and crackle of the fire and the crashing of walls; but even more formidable was that tramping of thousands of feet, the scraping of trunks and furniture on the tracks and stones. * * * It was a well and a carefully dressed crowd, for by this time nearly everyone had recovered from the shock of the earthquake; many forgotten it, no doubt, in the new horror. * * * They pushed trunks to which skates had been attached, or pulled them by ropes; they trun dled sewing machines and pieces of small furniture, laden with bundles. Many carried pillow-cases, into which they had stuffed a favorite dress and hat, an extra pair of boots and a change of underclothing, some valuable bibelot or bundle of documents; to say nothing of their jewels and what food they could lay hands on. Several women wore their furs, as an easier way of saving them, and children carried their dolls. Their state of mind was elemental. * * * The refine ments of sentiment and all complexity were forgotten; they indulged in nothing so futile as complaint, nor even conversation. And the sense of the common ca lamity sustained them, no doubt, de-individualized them for the hour. GERTRUDE ATHERTON, in Ancestors. APRIL 22. The sun is dying; space and room, Serenity, vast sense of rest, Lie bosomed in the orange west Of Orient waters. Hear the boom Of long, strong billows; wave on wave, Like funeral guns above a grave. JOAQUIN MILLER, in Collected Poems. 12fi APRIL 21. APRIL 22. 127 APRIL 23. SAN FRANCISCO. IN CHRISTMAS TWIT.ir.HT, 1898. In somber silhouette, against a golden sky. Francisco s city sits as sunbeams die. The serrated hills her throne; the ocean laves her feet; Her jeweled crown the Western zephyrs greet; Their breath is fragrance, sweet as wreath of bride, In winter season as at summer tide. AI- TER APRIL 18, 1906. Clothed with sack-cloth, strewn with ashes, Seated on a desolate throne Mid the spectral walls of stately domes And the skeletons of regal homes, Francisco weeps while westward thrashes Through the wrecks of mansions, stricken prone By the rock of earth and sweep of flame Which, unheralded and unbidden, came In the greatness of her pride full-blown And at the zenith of her matchless fame. TAI.IESIN KVANS. APRIL 24. And let it be remembered that whatever San Fran Cisco, her citizens and her lovers, do now or neglect to do in this present regeneration will be felt for good or ill to remotest ages. Let us build and rebuild accord ingly, bearing in mind that the new San Francisco is to stand forever before the world as the measure of the civic taste and intelligence of her people. HUUEKT HOWE BANCROFT, in Sonic Cities and San Froncisco. 128 APRIL 23. APRIL 24. 129 APRIL 25. SAN FRANCISCO. Queen regnant she, and so shall be for aye As long as her still unpolluted sea Shall wash the borders of her brave and free, And mother her incomparable Bay. The pharisees and falsehood-mongers may Be rashly blatant as they care to be, She yet with dauntless, old-time liberty Will hold her own indomitable way. A Royal One, all love and heart can bear. The all of strength that human arm can wield. Are thine devotedly, and ever thine; And thoti wilt use them till thy brow shall wear A newer crown by high endeavor sealed With gems emitting brilliances divine. EDWARD ROBESON TAYLOR, in Sunset Magazine. APRIL 26. Until a man paints with the hope or with the wish to stir the minds of his fellows to better thinking and their hearts to better living, or to make some creature- happier or wiser, he has not understood the meaning of art. W. L. JUDSON, in The Building of a Picture. CALIFORNIA ON THE PASSING OF TENVVSON. All silent . . . So, he lies in state . . . Our redwoods drip and drip with rain . . . Against our rock-locked Golden Gate We hear the great, sad, sobbing main. But silent all ... He passed the stars That year the whole world turned to Mars. Jo. \ QUINT MILU ,K. 130 APKIL 25. APRIL 26. 131 APRIL 27 AND 28. In ended days, a child, I trod thy sands, The sands unbuilded, rank with brush and brier And blossom chased the sea-foam on thy strands. Young city of my love and my desire! I saw thy barren hills against the skies, I saw them topped with minaret and spire, On plain and slope thy myriad walls arise, Fair city of my love and my desire. With thee the Orient touched heart and hands ; The world s rich argosies lay at thy feet ; Queen of the fairest land of all the lands Our Sunset-Glory, proud and strong and sweet ! I saw thee in thine anguish ! tortured, prone, Rent with earth-throes, garmented in fire ! Each wound upon thy breast upon my own, Sad city of my love and my desire. Gray wind-blown ashes, broken, toppling wall And ruined hearth are these thy funeral pyre? Black desolation covering as a pall Is this the end, my love and my desire? Nay, strong, undaunted, thoughtless of despair, The Will that builded thee shall build again, And all thy broken promise spring more fair, Thou mighty mother of as mighty men. Thou wilt arise invincible, supreme ! The earth to voice thy glory never tire, And song, unborn, shall chant no nobler theme, Proud city of my love and my desire. But I shall see thee ever as of old ! Thy wraith of pearl, wall, minaret and spire, Framed in the mists that veil thy Gate of Gold, Lost city of my love and my desire. INA D. COOLBRITH. 132 APRIL 27. APRIL 28. 133 APRIL 29. The cataclysmal force to which we owe Our glorious Gate of Gold, through which the sea Rushed in to clasp these shores long, long ago. Came once again to crown our destiny With such a grandeur that in sequent years This period of pain which now appears Pregnant with doubt, shall vanish as when day Drives the foreboding dreams of night away. Born of the womb of Woe, where Sorrow sighs, Fostered by Faith, undaunted by Dismay, Earth s fairest City shall from ashes rise. LOUIS ALEXANDER ROBERTSON, in Through Painted Panes. APRIL 30. Old San Francisco, which is the San Francisco of only the other day the day before the earthquake was divided midway by the Slot. The Slot was an iron crack that ran along the center of Market street, and from the Slot arose the burr of the ceaseless, endless cable that was hitched at will to the cars it dragged up and down. In truth, there were two Slots, but, in the quick grammar of the West, time was saved by caning them, and much more that they stood for, "The Slot." North of the Slot were the theaters, hotels and shipping district, the banks and the staid, respectable business houses. South of the Slot were the factories, slums, laundries, machine shops, boiler works, and the abodes of the working class. JACK LONDON, in Saturday Evening Post. 134 APRIL 29. APRIL 30. 136 MAY 1. HAWAII, WEDNESDAY, MAY 1, 1907. A year ago, Jack and I set out on a horseback trip through the northern counties of California. It just now came to me not the date itself, but the feel of the sweet country, the sweetness of mountain lilacs, the warm summer-dusty air. * * * And here in Ha waii, I am not sure but I am at home, for our ground is red, too, in the Valley of the Moon, where home is dear home on the side of Sonoma Mountain, where the colts are, and where the Brown Wolf died. CHARMIAN K. LONDON, in Log of the Snark. MAY 2. A dull eyed rattlesnake that lay All loathsome, yellow-skinned, and slept, Coil d tight as pine-knot, in the sun With flat head through the center run, Struck blindly back. JOAQUIN MILLER. The air was steeped in the warm fragrance of a California spring. Every crease and wrinkle of the en circling hills was reflected in the blue stillness of the laguna. Patches of poppies blazed like bonfires on the mesa, and higher up the faint smoke of the blossom ing buckthorn tangled its drifts in the chaparral. Bees droned in the wild buckwheat, and powdered them selves with the yellow of the mustard, and now and then the clear, staccato voice of the meadow-lark broke into the drowsy quiet a swift little dagger of sound MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM, in Stories of the Foothills MAY 1. MAY 2. 137 MAY 3. THE SEA GARDENS AT CATAUNA. The voyager when the glass-bottom boat starts* is first regaled with the sandy beach, in three or four feet of water. He sees the wave lines, the effect of waves on soft sand, the delicate shading of the bottom in grays innumerable; now the collar-like egg of a univalve or the sharp eye of a sole or halibut pro truding from the sand. A school of smelt dart by, pursued by a bass; and as the water deepens bands of small fish* gleaming like silver, appear; then a black cormorant dashing after them, or perchance a^ sea-lion browsing on the bottom in pursuit of prey. Suddenly the light grows dimmer; quaint shadows appear on the bottom, and almost without warning the lookers on are in the depths of the kelpian forest. CHARLKS FREDERICK HOLDER, in Life in the Open. MAY 4. TWE HIDEOUS OcToin s. Krom the glass-bottom boat we can see all the fauna of the ocean, and, without question, the most fascinat ing of them all is the octopus. Timid, constantly changing color, hideous to a degree, having a pecu liarly devilish expression, it is well named the Mcphistophelcs of the Sea, and with the bill of a par rot, the power to adapt its color to almost any rock, and to throw out a cloud of smoke or ink, it well deserves the terror it arouses. The average specimen is about two feet across, but I have seen individuals fourteen feet in radial spread, and larger ones have been taken in deep water off shore. CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, in The Glass Bottom Bon:. 188 MAY 4. 139 MAY 5. A SIERRA STORM FROM A TREE TOP. Being accustomed to climb trees in making botanical studies, I experienced no difficulty in reaching the top of this one (a pine about 100 feet high), and never before did I enjoy so noble an exhilaration of motion. The slender tops fairly flapped and swished in the passionate torrent, bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round, tracing indescribable com binations of vertical and horizontal curves, while 1 clung with muscles firm braced, like a bobolink on a reed. JOHN MUIR. in The Mountains of California. MAY 6. There is a breeziness, a spaciousness, an undenled ecstasy of purity about the High Sierras. Nature, yet untainted by man, has expressed herself largely in mighty pine-clad, snow-topped blue mountains, and rolling stretches of foot-hills; in rivers whose clarity is as perfect as the first snow-formed drops that her aided them; and a sky of chaste and limpid blue, pale as with awe of the celestial wonders it has gazed upon. But there is an effect of simplicity with it all, an omis sion of sensational landscape contrasts. MIRIAM MICHELSON, in Anthony Overman. The ocean is a great home. Its waters are full of life. The rocks along its shores are thickly set with living things ; the mud and sand of its bays are pierced with innumerable burrows, and even the abyss of the deep sea has its curious inhabitants. JOSIAH KEEP, in West Coast Shells 140 MAY 5. MAY 6. 141 MAY 7. THE COMING OF THE RAILROAD. (IN CALIFORNIA.") It was folded, away from strife, In the beautiful pastoral hills; And the mountain peaks kept watch and ward O er the peace that the valley fills Kept watch and ward lest the bold world pass The fair green rampart of hills. ;J< # ;|: * The rains of the winter fell In benison on its sod ; And the smiling fields of the spring looked up. A thanksgiving glad, to God ; And the little children laughed to sec The wild-flowers star the sod. * * * * Hark! hark! to the thundrous roar! Like a demon of fable old, The fiery steed of the rail hath swept Thro the ancient mountain-hold. And the green hills shudder to feel his breath The challenge of New to Old. FRANCES MARGARET MILNE, in For Today. MAY 8. JOAQUIN MILLER TO THE MONEY GETTER. Yes ! I am a dreamer. ***** While you seek gold in the earth, why, 1 See gold in the steeps of the starry ^sky ; And which do you think has the fairer view Of God in heaven the dreamer or you? JOAQUIN MILLER. 142 MAY 7. MAY 8. 143 MAY 9. THE GLASS BOTTOM BOAT AT CATAUNA. When you land in the beautiful Bay of Avalon, on Santa Catalina Island, you are met, not by hackmen. but by glass-bottom boatmen: "Here you are! Ma rine Jimmie s boat, only fifty cents." "Take the Cleo patra" or "Right away now for the Marine Gardens." These craft, that look like old-fashioned river side- wheelers are made on the Island, and some range from row-boats with glass bottoms to large side-wheel steamers valued at $30CO. There is a fleet of them, big and little, and they skim over the kelp beds, and have introduced an altogether new variety of enter tainment and zoological study combined. CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, in The Glass Bottom Boat. MAY 10. THE HANGING SEA GARDENS AT CATALINA. The animals of the hanging gardens are not con fined to the kelp or the rocks of the bottom. The blue water where the sunlight enters brings put myriads of delicate forms, poising, drifting, swimming, the verita ble gems of the sea; some are red as the ruby; others blue like sapphire ; some yellow, white, brown, or emit ting vivid flashes of seeming phosphorescent light. Ocean sapphires they are called; the true gems of the sea, thickly strewn in the deep blue water. Sweeping by, poised in classic shapes, are the smaller jelly-fishes; crystal vases, so delicate that the rich tone of the ocean can be seen through them, changing to a steely blue. Some are mere spectres, a tracery of lace; others rich in colors and flaunting long trains. CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, in Life in the Open. 144 MAY 9. MAY 10. 145 MAY 11. BUILDING THK TKANSCONTI; \K.\TAI. RAILWAY. Few can realize the problem before those intrepid men, who, with little money and large hostility behind them, hauled their strenuously obtained subsistence and material over nearly a thousand miles of poorly equip ped road. They fought mountains of snow "as they had never before been fought. They forced their weak, wheezy little engines up tremendous grades with green wood that must sometimes he coaxed with sage-brush gathered by the firemen running alongside of their creeping or stalled iron horses. There were no steel rails. Engineers worked unhelped by the example of perfected railroad building of later times. Ko tracks or charts of the man-killing desert ! Xo modern helps, no ready, over-eager capital seeking their enterprise ! Only skepticism, hatred from their enemies, and "You can t do it !" flung at them from friend and foe. SARAH PRATT CARK, in The Iron /Fay. MAY 12. ANGLING THE SWOKDFJSH. As he brought the great fish around again, a won derful sight with its gaudy fins, enormous black eyes and menacing sword, the head boatman hurled the heavy spear into it. The swordfish fairly doubled up under the shock, deluging with water the fishermen, its sword coming out and striking the boat. A mo ment more and it might have escaped ; but one of the men seized it by the sword, while another threw a rope around it, and the big game was theirs; in all proba bility the first large swordfish ever taken with a rod and reel. CHARF.KS FKKDKKICK HOLDKK. in Mix (/(////< at Sea. 146 MAY 11. MAY 12. 147 MAY 13. The old Greeks taught their children how to sing, because it taught them how to be obedient. This is a difficult universe to the man who drives dead against it, but to the man who has learned the secret of har mony through obedience it is a happy place. Dis cord is sickness ; harmony is health. Discord is rest lessness ; harmony is peace. Discord is sorrow ; har mony is joy. Discord is death; harmony is life. Dis cord is hell ; harmony is heaven. He who is in love nnd peace with his neighbors, filling the sphere where God has placed him, hath heaven in his heart already. Only through blue in the eye, the scientist tells us, can blue out of the eye be seen. Only through C in the ear can C out of the ear be heard. Only through Heaven down here can Heaven up there be inter preted. MALCOLM McLEOD, iti Earthly Discords. MAY 14. As one approaches the mission from the road, it de fines itself more and more as a distinct element in the view: the hills .... seem to distribute themselves on either side, as though realizing that here, at least, they are subordinate and must not intrude. This brings Santa Lucia into view, directly behind the mission, and thus the two most prominent, most interesting, most beautiful objects in the landscape are brought together in one perfect whole: Mt. Santa Lucia Nature s grandest creation for miles around; Mission San Anto nio man s noblest, most artistic handiwork between Santa Barbara and Carmelo. CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER, in Some By-Ways of California. 148 MAY 14. 149 MAY 15. There is what may be called a sense of the sea, which is indefinable. No lesser body of water, no other as pect of Nature affords this. It is in the air, like a touch of autumn, and we know it as much through feeling as through seeing. The coast is saturated for some distance inland with this presence of the sea, much as the beach is soaked with salt water. It is music and poetry to the soul and as elusive as they, wrapping us in dreams and yielding fugitive glimpses of that which we may never grasp, but which skirts, like a beautiful phantom, the mind s horizon. Like music, it is an opiate, and unlocks for us new states of mind in which we wander, as in halls of alabaster and mother-of-pearl, but where, alas, we may not lin ger. We can as readily sound the ocean as fathom the feelings it inspires. It is too deep for thought. As often as the sea speaks to us of the birth of Venus and of Joy, so also does it remind of Prometheus bound and the thrall of Nature. STANTON DAVIS KIKKHAM. in /;/ the Open. MAY 16. The morning breeze with breath of rose Steals from the dawn and softly blows Beneath the lintel, where is hung My little bell with winged tongue : Steals from the dawn, that it may be An oracle of peace to me ; For hark ! athwart my fitful dreams There mingles with the Orient beams A wakening psalm of tinkling bell : "God brings the day, and all is well." CTJFP ORD HOWARD, in The Wind Bell. 150 MAY 15. MAY 16. 151 MAY 17. CATCHING A SWORDFISH. The swordfish was not disturbed by reflections of any kind. Of an uncertain and vicious temper it was annoyed, then maddened by being held by something it could not see, and dropping into the water it dashed away in blind fear and fury, still feeling the strange, uncanny check which seemed to follow it as a sheet of foam. Cutting the water one hundred, two hundred feet, it shot ahead with the speed of light, then still held, still in the toils, it again sprang into the air with frenzied shake and twist, whirling itself from side to side, striking terrific blows in search of the invisible enemy. Falling, the swordfish plunged downward, and reached two hundred feet below the surface and the bottom, then turned, and rose with a mighty rush, going high into the air again, whirling itself completely over in its madness, so that it fell upon its back, beat ing the sea into a maelstrom of foam and spume, in its blind and savage fury. CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER., in Big Game at Sea. MAY 18. One is disposed to put "climate" in the plural when writing of so large a state as California and one so wonderfully endowed with conditions which make health, comfort and beauty in all seasons. Its great length of coast-line and its mountain ranges irregu larly paralleling that, offer a wealth of resource in va rying temperature, altitudes, shelter from the sea breezes or exposure to them, perhaps unequaled by any state in the union, or indeed by any country in the world. MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE, in The Mother of Clubs. ir,2 MAY 17: MAY 18. MAY 19. A GLOUCESTER SKIPPER S SONG. # * # # * Oh, the roar of shoaling waters, and the awful, awful sea, Busted shrouds and parting cables, and the white death on our lee! Oh, the black, black night on Georges, when eight score men were lost! Were ye there, ye men of Gloucester? Aye, ye were; and tossed Like chips upon the water were your little craft that night Driving, swearing, calling out, but ne er a call of fright. So knowing ye for what ye are, ye masters of the sea, Here s to ye, Gloucester fishermen, a health to ye from me! JAMES B. CONNOLLY, in Scribner s, May, 1904. MAY 20. DEDICATION TO His FIRST BOOK. * * * It is the proudest boast of the profession of literature, that no man ever published a book for self ish purposes or with ignoble aim. Books have been published for the consolation of the distressed ; for the guidance of the wandering; for the relief of the des titute; for the hope of the penitent; for uplifting the burdened soul above its sorrows and fears ; for the general amelioration of the condition of all mankind ; for the right against the wrong; for the good against the bad; for the truth. This book is published for two dollars per volume. ROBERT J. BUKDETTE,, in The Rise and Pall of the Mustache. 154 MAY 19. MAY 20. MAY 21. THE YOSEMITE ROAIJ. There at last are the snow-peaks, in virginal chastity standing ! Through the nut-pines I see them, their ridges ex panding. Ye peaks! from celestial sanctities benisons casting, Ye know not your puissant influence, lifting and last ing; Nothing factitious, self-conscious or impious bides in you; On your high serenities No hollow amenities IS) or worldly impurities cast their dread blight; August and courageous, you stand for the right 4 The gods love you and lend you their soft robes of white. BAILEY MILLARD, in Songs of the Press. MAY 22. ON THE STEPS OF THE LECONTE MEMORIAL LODGE, YOSEMITE VALLEY. I wonder not, whether it is well with this true seer, Who saw, while dwelling in the flesh, foundations strong and broad ; I do not doubt that when he ceased to worship in this temple, Serene, he passed from beauty unto beauty, from God to God. BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. Within, a whole rainbow is condensed in one of these magnificent shells. JOSIAH KEEP, in West Coast Shells. 156 MAY 21 MAY 22. 157 MAY 23. To YOSEMITE. The silence of the centuries, The calm where doubtings cease, And over all the brooding of God s presence And the spell of perfect peace! O Granite Cliffs that steadfast face the dawn. O Forest Kings that heard Creation s sigh! Teach me thy simple creed, that, living, I May live like thee. and as serenely die ! K. F. GREEN. To THE UNNAMED FALL, IN THE YOSEMITE VALLEY. Thou needest not that any man should name thee ; God counts thine ethereal jewels, one by one; And, lest some selfish, inappropriate word should claim thee, Silent, we watch thee sparkle in the sun. BENJAMIN FAY Miu.s. MAY 24. The white man calls it Bridal Veil. To the Indian it is Po-ho-no, Spirit of the Evil Wind. The white man, in passing, pauses to watch the^ filmy cloud that hangs there like a thousand yards of tulle- flung from the crest of the rocky precipice, wafted out ward by the breeze that blows ever and always across the Bridal Veil Meadows. By the light of the mid- afternoon the veil seems caught half-way with a clasp of bridal gems, seven-hued, evanescent ; now glowing with color, now fading to clear white sun rays before the eye. BERTHA H. SMITH, in Yosemtte Legends. 158 MAY 23. MAY 24. 159 MAY 25. MATCHLESS YOSEMITE. High on Cloud s Rest, behind the misty screen, Thy Genius sits! The secrets of thy birth Within its bosom locked ! What power can rend The veil, and bid it speak that spirit dumb, Between two worlds, enthroned upon a Sphinx? Guard well thine own, thou mystic spirit! Let One place remain where Husbandry shall fear To tread ! One spot on earth inviolate, As it was fashioned in eternity! FRED EMERSON BROOKS, in Old Abe and Other Poems. You ask for my picture. 1 have never had one taken. I have my reasons. One is that a man always seems to me most of an ass when smirking on card board. GERTRUDE ATHKRTON. in Rulers of Kings. MAY 26. INVITATION TO AN INDIAN FEAST IN YOSEMITE. As the time of the feast drew near, runners were sent across the mountains, carrying a bundle of_ willow- sticks, or a sinew cord or leaf of dried grass tied with knots, that the Monos might know how many suns must cross the sky before they should go to Ah-wah-nee to share the feast of venison with their neighbors. And the Monos gathered together baskets of pinion nuts, and obsidian arrow-heads, and strings of shells, to ^ carry with them to give in return for acorns and chinqua pin nuts and basket willow. BERTHA H. SMITH, in Yosemite Legends. ifio MAY 25. MAY 26. ifli MAY 27. It is owing to the ever active missionary spirit among the Friars Minor (Franciscans) that millions upon mil lions of American Indians have obtained the Christian faith. The children of St. Francis were, indeed, the principal factors in the very discovery of America, in asmuch as the persons most prominently connected with that event belonged to the Seraphic Family. Fr. Juan Perez de Marchena, the friend and counsellor of Christopher Columbus, was the guardian or superior of the Franciscan monastery at La Rabida ; * * * and the great navigator likewise belonged to the Third Order. FR. ZEPHYRIN, in Missions and Missionaries of California. MAY 28. JUNIPERO SERRA. Not with the clash of arms or conquering fleet He came, who first upon this kindly shore Planted the Cross. No heralds walked before ; But, as the Master bade, with sandalled feet. Weary and bleeding oft, he crossed the wild. Carrying glad tidings to the untutored child Of Nature; and that gracious mother smiled, And made the dreary waste to bloom once more. Silently, selflessly he went and came ; He sought to live and die unheard of men Praise made his pale cheek glow as if with shame. A hundred years and more have passed since then. And yet the imprint of his feet today Is traced in flowers from here to Monterey. MARY E. MAN NIX. 162 MAY 27. MAY 28. 163 MAY 29. San Gabriel ! 1 stand and wonder at thy walls So old, so quaint ; a glory falls Upon them as I view the past, And read the story which thou hast Preserved so well. * * * * San Gabriel ! What souls were they who fashioned thee To be a blessed charity ! What faith was theirs who bore the cross, And counted wealth and ease but loss, Of Christ to tell! H ^ \~ \ San Gabriel ! A glamour of the ancient time Remains with thee ! Thou hast the rhyme Of some old poem, and the scent Of some old rose s ravishment Naught can dispel ! * * * * LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN, in A Parable of the Rose. MAY 30. Wherever a green blade looks up, A leaf lisps mystery, Whereso a blossom holds its cup A mist rings land or sea, Wherever voice doth utter sound Or silence make her round There worship ; it is holy ground. JOHN VANCE CHENEY, The Grace of the Ground, in Poems. 164 MAY 29. MAY 30. Hif> MAY 31. To MOUNT WILSON. Thou mystic one ! Thou prophet hoar ! Thy teachings quicken man s shall fade, Ere man was dust thou wert before; Thy bosom for his resting place was made. And when thou tak st in thy embrace And hold st me up against the sky And Earth s fair broideries I trace All girdled in by circling bands that tie Unto her side my destiny Then unto me thou dost make clear Why with Life s essence here I m thrilled. Then all thy prophecies I hear. And in my being feel them all fulfilled. And as the narrow rim of eye Contains the vast and all-encircling sky. So in the confines of the soul The undulating universe may roll. And out in space, my soul set free. 1 turn an astral forged key Which opes the door twixt God and me, I hear the secrets of Eternity ! In Immortality I trust, Believing that the cosmic dust Alike in man and skies star-sown Ts pollen from the Amaranth blown. LANNIE HAYNES MARTIN. 166 MAY 31. Pause upon the gentle hillside, view San Carlos by the sea Gainst pale light a shape Morisco wrought in faded tapestry. Neath Mt. Carmel s brooding shadow, peaceful lies the storied pile, Vnd the white-barred river near it sings a requiem all the while. ***** Where were roofs of tiles or thatches, roughest mounds mark even side, And where once the busy courtyard searching winds find crevice wide. ***** AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL, in A California Pilgrimage. 167 JUNE 1. In fifteen years the Mission of San Juan Bautista had erected one of the most beautiful and ornate chap els in Alta California, which, together with the neces sary buildings for the padres, living rooms and dor mitories for the neophytes, storehouses and corrals for the grain and cattle, formed three sides of a patio two hundred feet square, with the corrals leading away beyond. The Indians, with only a few teachers ana helpers, had done all this work. MRS. A. S. C. FORBES, in Mission Tales in the Days of the Doits. JUNE 2. From his (the Indian s) point of view there is per haps love ; even, it may be, romance. Much depends upon the standpoint one takes. The hills that look high from the valley, seem low looking down from the mountain. * * * For the world over, under white skin or skin of bronze-brown, the human heart throbs the same ; for we are brothers aye, brothers all ! IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, in Loom of the Desert. We had seen the spire of the Episcopal Church, which forms so pleasing a feature in the bosom of the valley, pale and fade from sight; the lofty walls of the old Mission of San Gabriel were no longer visible Suddenly from out the silence and gathering shades fell upon our ears a chime so musical and sweet, so spiritually clear and delicate, that had honest John Bun- yan heard it he might well have deemed himself ar rived at the land of Beulah. * * It was the hour of vespers at the Old Mission. BEN C. TRUMAN, in Semi-Tropical California. 168 JrxK 1 JUNE 2. JUNK 3. The Mission San Gabriel and its quadrangle of buildings made a beautiful picture. It nestled against distant hills, and neither stood out from the dim back ground nor entirely melted within it. It attracted the eyethis pink, yellow-gray of the little stone church crowned with dull-reddish tile, and supported by a bul wark of quaint buttresses. The picture was perfect- but since then the chill hands of both temblor and tern pest have touched rudely the charm and blighted the pride of all of the California Missions San Gabriel Archangel. MRS. A. S. C.. FORBES, in Mission Tales in the Days of the Dons. JUNE 4. Obey my word, O Ten-ie-ya, and your people shall be many as the blades of grass, and none shall dare to bring war unto Ah-wah-nee. But look you ever, my son, against the white horsemen of the great plains beyond, for once they have crossed the western moun tains, your tribe will scatter as the dust before the des ert wind, and never come together again. BERTHA H. SMITH, in Yosetnite Legends. San Juan, Aunt Phoebe, is one of the places where there is an old Mission. People in this country (Cali fornia) think a great deal of them. I ve remarked to Ephraim, "Many s the time," says I, "that the Missions seem to do more real good than the churches. They get hold of the people better, somehow. I ll be real glad to set me down in one, and I do hope they ll have some real lively hymns to kind of cheer us up." ALBERTA LAWRENCE, in The Travels of Pho t bc Ann. 170 JUNE 3. JUNE 4. 171 JUNE 5. In proper California fashion we made our nooning by the roadside, pulling up under the shade of a hos pitable sycamore and turning Sorreltop out to graze. We drew water from a traveling little river close at hand, made a bit of camp-fire with dry sticks that lay about, and in half an hour were partaking of chops and potatoes and tea to the great comfort of our physical nature. CHARLES FRANCIS^ SAUNDERS, in A Pala Pilgrimage, The Travel Magazine. JUNE 6. Yellow-white the Mission gleamed like an opal in a setting of velvety ranges under turquoise skies. About its walls were the clustered adobes of the Mexicans, like children creeping close to the feet of the one mother; and beyond that the illimitable ranges of mesa and valley, of live-oak groves and knee-deep meadows, of countless springs and canyons of mystery, whence gold was washed in the freshets; and over all, elo quent, insistent, appealing, the note of the meadow- lark cutting clearly through the hoof-beats of the herd and the calls of the vaqueros. MARAH ELLIS RYAN, in For the Soul of Rafael. The missions should be thought of today as they were at their best, when, after thirty years of struggle and hardship, they had attained the height of their use fulness, which was followed by thirty years of increase and prosperity, material as well as spiritual the proud outcome of so humble a beginning before their final passing away. CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER, in The Missions of Nueva California. 172 JUNK JUNE 6. JUNE 7. Already the Emperor has given to us many rine paintings, vestments and a chime of sweetest bells. How we long to hear them calling out over the sea of vast silence, turning the white quiet into coral hues of deeper thrill! The church bells singing to the peo ple of Al-lak-shak, recall the wandering Padres la bors among your thousands here in California. Those who cannot understand the great words of the teach ers may look upon the beauteous pictures of the Ma donna and the Child; all can understand that love. MRS. A. S C. FORBES, in Mission Tales in the Days of the Dons. JUNE 8. JUNE. (!N CALIFORNIA.) Oh June! thou comest once again With bales of hay and sheaves of grain, That make the farmer s heart rejoice, And anxious herds lift up their voice. I hear thy promise, sunny maid, Sound in the reapers ringing blade, And in the laden harvest wain That rumbles through the stubble plain. Ye tell a tale of bearded stacks, Of busy mills and floury sacks, Of cars oppressed with cumbrous loads, Hard curving down their iron roads Of vessels speeding to the breeze, Their snowy sails in stormy seas, While bearing to some foreign land The products of this Golden Strand. Cox, in Comic Yarns. 174 JUNE 8. 175 JUNE 9. MADAME MODJESKA S DEVOTION TO THE CATHOLIC- CHURCH. During the hey-day of A. P. A.-ism in this section, Madame Modjeska returned from a triumphant tour and played for a week in Los Angeles. * * She se lected as her principal piece Mary Stuart. * At the final scene of the play, as Mary Stuart passes out to her execution, Modjeska in the title-role held us spellbound by the intense emotions of the situation. The sight of her beautiful face, upturned to heaven, showing the expression of the zeal and fervor of her Catholic heart, was intensified by the manner in which she carried the crucifix and rosary in her hand, and was the last glimpse of her as she disappeared from the stage. There was a thrill passed over the audi ence, which had its effect, not only upon the unbeliever, but likewise upon the pusillanimous member of the church. JOSEPH SCOTT, in The Tidings. JUNE 10. The Mission floor was with weeds o ergrown, And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone; Its roof of tiles, in tiers on tiers, Had stood the storms of a hundred years. An olden, weird, medieval style Clung to the mouldering, gloomy pile, And the rhythmic voice of the breaking waves Sang a lonesome dirge in its land of graves. Strangely awed I felt, that day, As I walked in the Mission old and gray The Mission Carmel at Monterey. MADGE MORRIS WAGNER, in Mystery of Carmel. 176 JUNE 9. JUNK 10. 177 JUNK 11. Up to the American invasion, the traveler in Cali fornia found welcome in whatsoever house. Not food and bed and tolerance only, but warm hearts and home. Fresh clothing was laid out in his chamber. His jaded horse went to the fenceless pasture; a new and prob ably better steed was saddled at the door when the day came that he must go. And in the houses which had it, a casual fistful of silver lay upon his table, from which he was expected to help himself against his present needs. It was a society in which hotels could not survive (even long after they were attempted) be cause every home was open to the stranger; and or phan asylums were impossible. Not because fathers and mothers never died, but because no one was civ ilized enough to shirk orphans. CHARLES F. L/UMMIS. in The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, .lugust. 1892. JUNE 12. Go as far as you dare in the heart of a lonely land, you cannot go so far that life and death are not be fore you. Painted lizards slip in and out of rock crevices, and pant on the white-hot sands. Birds, humming-birds even, nest in the cactus scrub ; wood peckers befriend the demoniac yuccas; out of the stark, treeless waste rings the music of the night-singing mocking bird. If it be summer and the sun well down, there will IDC a burrowing owl to call. Strange, furry, tricksey things dart across the open places, or sit mo tionless in the conning towers of the creosote. MARY AUSTIN, in The Land of Little Rain. 178 JUNE 11. JUNE 12. 179 JUNE 13. EL CAM i NO REAL. El Camino Real "The Royal Road," is the poetic name given to the original government road of Span ish California that joined the missions from San Diego to San Francisco de Solano. The route selected by the Franciscan Fathers was the most direct road that was practicable, connecting their four Presidios, three Pu eblos and twenty-one Missions. By restoring this road and making it a State Highway with the twenty-one missions as stations, California will come to possess the most historic, picturesque, romantic and unique boulevard in the world. MRS. A. S. C. FORBES, in Missions and Landmarks. JUNE 14. Because we have such faith in the charms of Cali fornia; because we have such faith in the future of our city that we believe that once strangers come here they will remain in it, as of old the hero remained in the" land of the ever-young; because we believe that this state can support ten, aye, twenty times its present population, we extend an invitation to all home-seekers, no matter where found. Come to California! Its val leys are wide open for all to come through and build therein their homes of peace. Its coasts teem with wealth. The riches of its mountains have not been half exploited. We believe that all that is necessary to fill this State with a great and prosperous popula tion is that the people should see the State and know it as it is. FATHER P. C. \ORKE, in The Warder of Two Continents. ISO JUNE 13. JUNE 14. 181 JUNE 15. EL CAMINO REAL. it s a long road and sunny, and the fairest in the world There are peaks that rise above it in their sunny man tles curled, And it leads from the mountains through a hedge of chaparral, Down to the waters where the sea gulls call. It s a long road and sunny, it s a long road and old. And the brown padres made it for the flocks of the fold; They made it for the sandals of the sinner-folk that trod From the fields in the open to the shelter-house of God. * * * * We will take the road together through the morning s golden glow, And will dream of those who trod it in the mellowed long ago. JOHN S. McGnOARTY, in Just California. JUNE 16. Mrs. Bryton surveyed the coarse furnishings of tru- adobe with disgust as she was led to the one room where she could secure sleeping accommodation. It contained three beds with as many different colored spreads, queer little pillows, and drawn-work on one towel hanging on a nail. The floor had once been tiled with square mission bricks ; but many were bro ken, some were gone, and the empty spaces were so many traps for unwary feet. MARAH ELI. is RYAN, in I or the Soul of Rafael. 182 JUNE 15. JUNE 16. 183 JUNK 17. Of all the old grandees who, not forty years before, had called the Californias their own; living a life of Arcadian magnificence, troubled by few cares, a life of riding over vast estates clad in silk and lace, botas and sombreros, mounted upon steeds as gorgeously capari soned as themselves, eating, drinking, serenading at the gratings of beautiful women, gambling, horse-racing, taking part in splendid religious festivals, with only the languid excitement of an occasional war between rival governors to disturb the placid surface of their lives of them all Don Roberto was a man of wealth and consequence today. GERTRUDE ATHERTON, in The California**. JUNE 18. The house was a ruinous adobe in the old Mexican quarter of Los Angeles. The great, bare, whitewashed room contained only the altar and a long mirror in a tarnished gilt frame; one, the symbol of earthly van ity ; the other, the very portal of heaven. All the carved mahogany furniture had long since gone to buy food and charcoal or a rare black gown. AMANDA MATHEWS, in The Old Pueblo. All sorts of men came here in early days poor men of good family who had failed at home, or were too proud to work there ; desperadoes, adventurers, men of middle life and broken fortunes all of them expect ing everything from the new land, and ready to tear the heart out of any one who got in their way. * Of course, there are Californians and Californians. GERTRUDE ATHERTON, in A Whirl Asunder. 184 JUNE 17. JUNE 18. 185 JUNE 19. Beneath the surface ah, there He a numerous host, sad relics of bygone times. In our cities in poverty, wretchedness, and, alas! too often in dissipation, or, happier fate, in canyon or on hillside where wood man s axe is heard, one may find men wearily, sadly, often faithfully performing their daily labor who were born heirs to leagues of land where ranged mighty herds of cattle and horses men who as boys, per haps, played their games of quoits with golden slugs from the Indian baskets sitting about the courtyard of their fathers houses. HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, in Some of Our Spanish Families. JUNE 20. Jameson s cord led out to the Spanish quarter. Some old senoras, their heads covered with shawls, their clothes redolent with the smell of garlic, from time to time shambled across his pathway. They were heavy old women, in worn flapping slippers and uncorseted figures. * * * With them, this saying, "It is time to be old," to throw down the game like some startled player, and cast one s self on the mercies of the Virgin, had come twenty years or so before it should. FRANCES CHARLES, in The Siege of Youth. A JUNE WEDDING. The sweetheart of Summer weds today Pride of the Wild Rose clan ; A Butterfly fay For a bridesmaid gay, And a Bumblebee for best man. CHARLES ELMER JENNEY, in Out West, June, 1902. tftt JUNE 19. JUNE 20. 187 JUNE 21. The) went to a one-room adobe on the plaza. A rich, greasy odor came out from it with puffs of the onion-laden smoke of frying things which blurred the light of the one candle set in the neck of a bottle. * * * In the centre of the floor a circle of blackened stones held a fire of wood coals, on the top of which rested a big clay griddle. Cakes of ground corn were frying there, and on the stove were enchiladas and tamalcs and chili-con-carne being kept warm. The air was thick with the pungent, strong smells. GWENDOLEN OVERTOX, in The Golden Chain. JUNE 22. The homely house furnishings seemed to leap out of the darkness"; the stove, the littered table, and the couch, the iron crucifix, and the carved cradle in the corner all his long life Juan will see them so and Cencion turned; the dusky veil was blown and rent like the sea mist, revealing Holy Mother of Heaven! her father, Cenaga, the outlaw ! Juan Lopez fell on his knees below the window, the smoking rifle clattered from his broken grasp, and the missile sped, aimless and harmless, high into the adobe wall. GERTRUDE B. MILLARD, in An Outlaws Daughter, S. I . Argonaut, Nor., 1896. IN HUMBOLDT. Dim in the noonday fullness, Dark in the day s sweet morn So sacred and deep are the canyons Where the beautiful rivers are born. LILLIAN H. SHUEY, in Among the Redwoods. 188 JUNE 22. JUNE 23. The glow of the days of Comstock glory was still in the air. San Francisco was still the city of gold and silver. The bonanza kings had not left it, but were trying to accommodate themselves to the palaces they were rearing with their loose millions. Society yet retained its cosmopolitan tone, careless, brilliant, and unconventional. There were figures _ in it that had made it famous men who began life with a pick and shovel and ended it in an orgy of luxury; women, whose habits of early poverty fell off them like a gar ment, and who, carried away by their power, displayed the barbaric caprices of Roman empresses. The sudden possession of vast wealth had intoxi cated this people, lifting them from the level of the commonplace into a saturnalia of extravagance. Pov erty, the only restraint many of them had ever felt, was gone. Money had made them lawless, whimsical, bizarre. It had developed all-conquering personalities, potent individualities. They were still playing with it. wondering at it, throwing it about. (TERALDTNE BONNER, in Tomorrow s Tangle. JUNE 24. Menlo Park, originally a large Spanish grant, had lung since been cut up into country places for what may be termed the "Old Families of San Francisco!" The eight or ten families that owned this haughty pre oinct were as exclusive, as conservative, as any group of ancient families in Europe. Many of them had been established here for twenty years, none for less than fifteen. This fact set the seal of gentle blood upon them for all time in the annals of California. GERTRUDE ATHERTON. in The Calif ornians. 190 JUNE 23. JUNE 24. 191 JUNE 25. John Bidwell, prince of California pioneers, was my chief in a memorable camping trip in the northern Sierras. What a magnificent camper was Bidwell ! What a world of experience, what a wealth of rem iniscence ! What a knowledge ; what unbounded hos pitality! Not while life lasts can I forget the gentle yet commanding greatness of this man, whose friend ships and benefactions were as broad as his spread ing acres of Rancho Chico. ROCKWKU, D. HUNT, in Cainpiinj Out in California, Overland Monthly, September, 1907. JUNE 26. The average stage-driver merits one s liveliest grat itude. He is the essence of good nature and thought- fulness. His stories, tinctured by his own quaint per sonality, ward off the drowsy wings of sleep and ma terially shorten the long hours of the night. * * * To the households scattered along his route he is the never-failing bearer of letters, and newspapers, and all sorts of commodities, from a sack of flour to a spool of cotton. His interest in their individual needs is universal, and the memory he displays is simply phe nomenal. He has traveled up and down among them for many years, and calls each one by his or her given name, and in return is treated by them as one of the family. He is sympathetic and friendly without im pertinence, and in spite of your aching head and dis jointed bones, you feel an undercurrent of regret that civilization will soon do away with these fresh and original characters. . T ^ NlNETTA EAMES, in Overland Monthly, January, 1888. 192 JUNH 25. J UNE 26. 193 JUNE 27. When the June sunshine gladdened the Sacramento Valley, three little bare-footed girls walked here and there among the homes and tents of Sutter s Fort They were scantily clothed, and one carried a thin blanket. At night they said their prayers, lay down in whatever tent they happened to be, and, folding the blanket about them, fell asleep in each other s arms. When they were hungry they asked food of whomso ever they met. If anyone inquired who they were, they answered as their mother had taught them: "We arc the children of Mr. and Mrs. George Donner." But they added something which they had learned since. It was : "And our parents are dead." C. F. MrGi.ASHAN, in History of the Donner. Party. JUNE 28. This cart was gaily decorated with a canopy which was in fact an exquisitely embroidered silken bed spread. The background was of grass-green silk, em broidered over the entire field with brightest red and yellow, pink and white roses, with intertwining leaves and steins, making the old carreta appear to be a real rose-bower blooming along the King s Highway. From the edges hung a rich, deep, silken knotted fringe. Be neath the heavy fringe again hung lace curtains. MRS. A. S. C. FORBES.. in Mission Talcs in the Davs of the Dons. .\ half-naked beggar will find a dirty ribbon out o an ash-barrel to ornament himself, if he happens to b a she. * * We women are such striking guys with out our first little aids to the ugly. MIRIAM MICHEI.SON. in Anthony Overman. 194 JUNE 27. JUNE 28. 195 JUNE 29. During this unsettled period (.1849), the "judge of first instance," or alcalde, sat each day in the little school-room on the plaza of San Francisco, trying cases, and rendering that speedy justice that was then more desirable than exact justice, since men s time, in those early days of 1849, was worth from sixteen dollars to one hundred dollars per day. The judge listened to brief arguments, announced his decision, took his fees, and called up another case ; hardly once in a hundred trials was there any thought of an appeal to the Gov ernor at Monterey. CHARI.KS HOWARD SHINN, in Mining-Camps. JUNE 30. Like the senators Cineas found at Rome, they were an assembly of kings, above law, who dealt out justice fresh and evenly balanced as from the hand of the eternal. In all the uprisings in California there has never been manifested any particular penchant on the part of the people for catching and hanging criminals. They do not like it. Naturally the law detests vigilance because vigilance is a standing reproach to la\\ . Let the law look to it and do its duty. HUBERT HOWE BANCROFT, in Popular Tribunals. AMONG THE MARIPOSA BIG TREES. Older than man or beast or bird, Ancient when God first spake and Adam heard We gaze with souls profoundly stirred And plead for one revealing word. But the great trees all are silent. BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. 196 JUNE 29. TUNE 30. 197 JULY 1. VlNTAGK IN THK GoLI>KN LAND. O fruit of changeless, ever-changing beauty! Heavy with summer and the gift of love Caressingly I gather and lay you down ; Ensilvered as with dew, the innocent bloom Of quiet days, yet thrilling with the warmth Of life tumultuous blood o the earth ! The vital sap, the honey-laden juice Dripping with ripeness, yields to murmuring bee A pleasant burden ; and the meadow-lark With slow, voluptuous beak the nectar drinks From the pierced purple. ***** How good it is, to sense the vineyard life ! To touch the fresh-veined leaves, the straggling stems, The heavy boughs that bend along the ground ; And like a gay Bacchante, pluck the fruit And taste the imperial flavors, beauty-wild And singing child-songs with the bee and bird, Deep in the vineyard s heart, ncath the open sky- Wide, wide, and blue, filled with sun-flooded space And the silent song of the ripening of days ! Eternal symbol of the bearing earth Harvest and vintage. RUBY ARCHER. JULY 2. Whatever you believe when you are alone at night with the little imp of conscience seated on the bedpost and whispering to you what in do. whatever you be lieve to be best for" yourself and best for your city at that time, you do that thing and you won t be far wrong. FuRUSETH. JUT,Y JULY 2. 199 JULY 3. Above an elevation of four thousand feet timber is quite abundant. Along the river-bottoms and low grounds the sycamore is found as clean-limbed, tall and stately as elsewhere. The cottonwood, too, is com mon, though generally dwarfed, scraggy and full of dead limbs. A willow still more scraggy, and having many limbs destroyed with mistletoe, is often found in the same places. The elder rises above the dignity of n shrub, or under-shrub, but can hardly be found a respectable tree. Two varieties of oak are common, rind the alder forms here a fine tree along the higher water-courses. T. S. VAX DYKE, in Southern California, JULY 4. A WESTERN FOURTH. Here, where Peralta s cattle used to stray ; Here, where the Spaniards in their early day Rode, jingling, booted, spurred, nor ever guessed Our race would ow r n the land by them possessed ; Here, where Castilian bull-fights left their stain Of blood upon the soil of this New Spain; Here, where old live-oaks, spared till we condemn. Still wait within this city named for them We celebrate, with bombshell and with rhyme Our noisiest Day of Days of yearly time ! O bare Antonio s hills that rim our sky Antonio s hills, that used to know Tuly As but a time of sleep beneath the sun Such days of languorous dreaming are all done ! MARY BAMFORD, in Fourth of July Celebration, Oakland, 1902 200 JULY 3 JULY 4. 201 JULY 5. THE LIVE-OAKS. In massy green, upon the crest Of many a slanting hill, By gentle wind and sun caressed, The live-oaks carry still A ponderous head, a sinewy breast, A look of tameless will. They plant their roots full firmly deep, As for the avalanche; And warily and strongly creep Their slow trunks to the branch ; A subtle, devious way they keep, Thrice cautious to be stanch. A mighty hospitality At last the builders yield, For man and horse and bird and bee A hospice and a shield, Whose monolithic mystery A curious power concealed. RUBY ARCHER, in Los Angeles Times. JULY 6. FATE AND I. "Thine the fault, not mine," I cried. Brooding bitterly, And Fate looked grim and once again Closed in and grappled me. "Mine, not thine, the fault," T said, Discerning verity, And Fate arose and clasped my hand And made a man of me. HAROLD S. SYMMES, in The American Magazine, April, 1909. 202 JULY 5. JULY 6. 203 JULY 7. THE BROTHERHOOD ui< TREES. Dear brotherhood of trees ! With you we find Robust and hearty friendship, free from all The laws of petty gods men travail for. No wrangle here o er things of small avail No knavery, nor charity betrayed But comrade beings stalwart, steadfast, good. You help the world in the noblest way of all By living nobly showing in your lives The utmost beauty, the full power and love That through your wisdom and your long desire Thrill in your vibrant veins from heart of earth. Open your arms. O Trees, for us who come With woodland longings in our pilgrim souls! RUBY ARCHER. JULY 8. The scene was a ravine that had been cloven into the flank of a mighty mountain as if by the stroke of a giant s axe. For about half a mile this gash ran sharp and narrow ; but at the upper end, the resting place of the travelers, it widened into a spacious am phitheatre, dotted with palm trees that rose with clean cylindrical boles sixty to eighty feet before spreading their crowns of drooping leafage against the azure of a cloudless sky a wonderful touch of Egypt and the East to surroundings typical of the American Far West. EDMUND MITCHELL, in In Desert Keeping. The noblest life the life of labor; The noblest love the love of neighbor. LORENZO Sosso, in Wisdom for the H tse. 204 JUI,Y 20.1 JULY 9. THE LIVE OAKS AT -MENU) PARK. The road wound for some half mile through a stretch of uncultivated land, dotted with the forms of huge live-oaks. The grass beneath them was burnt gray and was brittle and slippery. The massive trees, some round and compact and so densely leaved that they were impervious to rain as an umbrella, others throwing out long, gnarled arms as if spellbound in some giant throe of pain, cast vast slanting shadows upon the parched ground. Some seemed, like trees in Dore s drawings, to be endowed with a grotesque, weird humanness of aspect, as though an imprisoned dryad or gnome were struggling to escape, causing the mighty trunk to bow and writhe, and sending tremors of life along each convulsed limb. A mellow hoariness marked them all, due to their own richly subdued coloring and the long garlands of silvery moss that hung from their boughs like an old, rich growth of hair. GERALDTNE BONNER, in Tomorrow s Tangle. JULY 10. MADRON A. Xo other of our trees, to those who know it in its regions of finest development, makes so strong an ap peal to man s imagination to his love of color, of joy ful bearing, of sense of magic, of surprise and change. He walks the woods in June or July and rustles the mass of gold-brown leaves fresh fallen under foot, or rides for unending weeks across the Mendocino ranges and always with a sense of fresh interest and stimu lation at the varying presence of this tree. W. L. JEPSON, in Trees of California. 206 JULY 9. JULY 10. 207 JULY 11. THE WOODS OF THE WEST. Oh, woods of the west, leafy woods that 1 love. Where through the long days I have heard The prayer of the wind in the branches above, And the tremulous song of the bird. Where the clust ring blooms of the dog-wood hang o er White stars in the dusk of the pine, And down the dim aisles of the old forest pour The sunbeams that melt into wine! * * * * Oh, woods of the west, I am sighing today For the sea-songs your voices repeat, For the evergreen glades, for the glades far away From the stifling air of the street, And I long, ah, I long to be with you again And to dream in that region of rest, Forever apart from this warring of men Oh, wondei :1 woods of the west ! HERBERT BASHFORD, in At the Shrine of Song. JULY 12. The Mohave yucca is a remarkable plant, which re sembles in its nature both the cactus and the palm It is found nowhere save in the Mohave Desert. It attains a height of thirty or forty feet, and the trunk, often two or three feet in diameter, supports half a dozen irregular branches, each tipped with a cluster ot spine-like leaves. The flowers, which are of a dingv white color, come out in March and last until May, giving off a disagreeable odor. The fruit, however, which is two or three inches long, is pulpy and agree able, resembling a date in flavor. ARTHUR J. BURDICK, in The Mystic Mid-Region. 208 JULY 11. JULY 12. 209 JULY 13 AND 14. Throughout the coast region, except in the extreme north, this Live Oak is the most common and charac teristic tree of the Coast Range valleys which it beau tifies with low broad heads whose rounded outlines are repeated in the soft curves of the foothills. Disposed in open groves along the bases of low hills, fringing the rich lands along creeks or scattered by hundreds or thousands over the fertile valley floors, the eyes of the early Spanish explorers dwelt on the thick foliage of the swelling crowns and read the fertility of the land in these evergreen oaks which the} called Encina. The chain of Franciscan Missions corresponded closely to the general range of the Live Oak although uniform ly well within the margin of its geographical limits both eastward and northward. The vast assemblage of oaks in the Santa Clara Valley met the eyes of Portola, discoverer of San Francisco Bay, in 1769, and a few years later, Crespi, in the narrative of the expedition of 1772, called the valley the "Plain of Oaks of the Port of San Francisco." Then came Vancouver, Eng lishman and discoverer. Although he was the first to express a just estimate of the Bay of San Francisco, which he declared to be as fine as any port in the world, nevertheless it is his felicitous and appreciative description of the groves of oaks, the fertile soil (of which they were a sign), and the equable climate thai- one reads between his lines of 1792 the prophecy of California s later empire. W. L. JEPSON, in Silva of California. 210 JULY 13. JULY 14. JULY 15. Huge live-oaks, silvered with a hoar ^ of lichen, stretched their boughs in fantastic frenzies. Gray fringes of moss hung from them, and tangled screens of clematis and wild grape caught the sunlight in their flickering meshes or lay over mounds of foliage like a torn green veil. * * For nearly two miles the carriage drive wound up ward through this sylvan solitude. As it approached the house a background of emerald lawns shone through the interlacing branches, and brilliant bits of flower beds were set like pieces of mosaic between gray trunks. GERALDINE BONNER. in The Pioneer. JULY 16. The Yellow Pine is the most abundant and widely distributed tree of the forests of California and is par ticularly characteristic of the Sierra Nevada, where it attains its finest development. The largest trees most commonly grow along the ridges and it is the ridges which the trails ordinarily follow. Here the traveler may journey day after day, over needle-carpeted or grassy ground, mostly free of underbrush, amidst great clean shafts 40 to 150 feet high, of really massive pro portions but giving a sense of lightness by reason of their color, symmetry, and great height. No two trunks in detail of bark are modeled exactly alike, for each has its own particular finish ; so it is that the eye never wearies of the fascination of the Yellow Pine but travels contentedly from trunk to trunk and wan ders satisfyingly up and down their splendid columns the finest of any pine. W. L. JEPSON, in Sik u <>f California. 212 JULY 15. JULY 16 JULY 17. MENDOCINO. A vast cathedral by the western sea, Whose spires God set in majesty on high, Peak after peak of forests to the sky, Blended in one vast roof of greenery. The nave, a river broadening to the sea ; The aisles, deep canyons of eternal build; The transepts, valleys with God s splendor filled ; The shrines, white waterfalls in leaf-laced drapery; The choir stands westward by the sounding- shore; The cliffs like beetling pipes set high in air ; Roll from the beach the thunders crashing there; The high wind-voices chord the breakers roar; And wondrous harmonies of praise and prayer Swell to the forest altars evermore. LII.I.IAX H. SHUEY, in Among the Redwoods. JULY 18. They were passing an orange-grove, and they entered a road bordered with scarlet geraniums that wound for a mile through eucalyptus trees, past artificial lakes where mauve "water-lilies floated in the sun, and boats languorously invited occupants. Finally they came upon a smooth sward like that of an English park, embel lished with huge date-palms, luxuriant magnolias, and regal banana-trees. Then they passed a brook tumbling in artificial cascades between banks thick with mossy ferns, and bright with blossoms, ihe children led their companion beneath fig and bay trees through an Italian garden; all of this splendid luxury of verdure had sprung from the desert as the result of a fortune pa tiently spent in irrigation. MRS. FREMONT OLDER, in The Giants. 214 JULY 17. JULY 18. JULY 19. Some men have an eye for trees and an inborn sym pathy with these rooted giants, as if the same sap ran in their own veins. To them trees have a personality quite as animals have, and, to be sure, there are "char acters" among trees. I knew a solitary yellow pine which towered in the landscape, the last of its race. Its vast columnal trunk seemed to loom and expand as one approached. Always there was distant music in the boughs above, a noble strain descending from the clouds. Its song was more majestic than that of any other tree, and fell upon the listening ear with the far- off cadence of the surf, but sweeter and more lyrical, as if it might proceed from some celestial harp. Though there was not a breeze stirring below, this vast tree hummed its mighty song. Apparently its branches had penetrated to another world than this, some sphere oi increasing melody. C. H. KIRKHAM. in In the Open. .. JULY 20. You will think the gentlemen were fine dandies in those Mexican days, when I tell you that they often wore crimson velvet knee trousers trimmed with gold lace, embroidered white shirts, bright green cloth or velvet jackets with rows and rows of silver buttons, and red sashes with long streaming ends. Their wide- brimmed sombreros (hats) were trimmed with silver or gold braid and tassels. * * * Each gentleman wore a large Spanish cloak of rich velvet or embroid ered cloth, and if it rained, he threw over _ his fine clothes a serape, or square woolen blanket, with a slit cut in the middle for the head. ELLA M. SEXTON, in Stones of California. 216 JULY 19. JULY 2li. 217 JULY 21. ON THK PLANTING oi ; THE TREES AT THE PACIFIC THEO LOGICAL SEMINARY, OAKLAND. And what shall be the children s tree, To grow while we are sleeping? The maple sweet ; the manzanete ; The gentle willow weeping; The larch; the yew; the oak so true, Kind mother strong and tender; Or, white and green, in gloss and sheen, Queen Magnolia s splendor? One wan, hot noon, His path was strewn, Whose love did all love quicken, With leaves of palm while song and psalm Held all the world to listen. For His dear sake, the palm we ll take Each frond shall be a prayer That He will guide, whate er betide, Until we meet Him there. CHARLES J. WOODBURY. JULY 22. The landscape, glazed with heat, seemed^ to faint under the unwinking glare of the sun. From the parched grass-land and the thickets of chaparral, pung ent scents arose the ardent odors that the woods of foot-hill California exhale in the hot, breathless qui escence of summer afternoons. * * * The air came over it in glassy waves, carrying its dry, aromatic perfume to one s nostrils. On its burnt expanse a few huge live-oaks rose dark and dome-like, their shadows, black and irregular, staining the ground beneath them. GERALDINE BONNER, m The Pioneer 218 JULY 21. JULY 22. JULY 23. With great discomfort and considerable difficulty they threaded this miniature forest, starting all sorts of wild things as they went on. Cotton-tail rabbits fled before them. Gophers stuck their heads out of the ground, and viewed them with jewel-like eyes, then noiselessly retreated to their underground preserves. Large gray ground squirrels sat up on their haunches, with bushy tails curled gracefully around them and wee forepaws dropped downward as if in mimic cour tesy, but scampered off at their approach. Flocks of birds arose from their feeding grounds, and lizard* rustled through the dead leaves. FLORA HAINES LOVGHEAI, in The Abandoned Claim. JULY 24. THE SENTINEL TKEK. (CYPRESS POINT. CAI.II-OKXIA.) A giant sentinel, alone it stands On rocky headland where the breakers roar. Parted from piny woods and pebbled shore, Holding out brandies as imploring hands. Poor lonely tree, where never bird doth make Its nest, or sing at morn and eve to thee, Nor in whose shadow wild rose calleth bee To come on gauzy wing for love s sweet sake. Nature cares for thee, gives thee sunshine gold. Handfuls of pearls cast from the crested waves, For thee pink-throated shells soft murmurs hold, And seaweed vested chorists chant in caves. Whence came thee, lone one of an alien band, To guard an outpost of this sunset land? ( .RACE Hir.BARD. in Forget-me-nots from California. no JULY 23. JULY 24. 221 JULY 25. IN THE MEXICAN JUNGLE. The jungle, however, rang with life. Brilliant birds Hew, screaming at their approach noisy parrots and macaws ; the gaucamaya, one flush of red and gold ; a king vulture, raven black save for his scarlet crest. From the safe height of a saber, monkeys showered vituperations upon them. Once an iguana, great chameleon lizard, rose under foot and dashed for the nearest water ; again a python wound its slow length across the path. Vegetation was equally gorgeous, al ways strange. He saw plants that stung more bitterly than insects ; insects barely distinguishable from plants. Here a tree bore flowers instead of leaves; there flow ers grew as large as trees. * * * Birds, beasts, flow ers all were strange, all were wonderful. HERMAN WHITAKER, in The Planter. JULY 26. Sitting in the white-paved pergola at Montecito, with overhead a leafy shelter of pink-flowered passifloras. looking out over the little lake, its surface dotted with water-lilies, its banks fringed with drooping shrubs and vines, the hum of the bee and the bird in the air I looked down over a wonderful collection of nearly 200 rare palms and listened to the music that floated up from their waving branches like that of a thous and silken-stringed eolian harp ; and there came into my mind visions of a people that shall be strong with the strength of great hills, calm with the calm of a fair sea, united as are at last the palm and the pine, mighty with the presence of God. BELLE SUMNER ANGIER, in The Garden Book of California. 222 JULY 25. JULY 26. 223 JULY 27. THE GIANT SEQUOIAS. O lofty giants of the elder prime! How may the feeble lips, of mortal, rhyme A measure fitted to thy statures grand. As like a gathering of gods ye stand And raise your solemn arms up to the skies, While through your leaves pour Ocean s symphonies What Druid lore ye know! What ancient rites- Gray guardians of ten thousand days and nights. Watching the stars swim round their sapphire pole. The ocean surges break about earth s brimming bowl. The cyclone s driving swirl, the storm-tossed seas, Hvmning for aye their myriad litanies! * # * * What dawn of Life saw ye, Grand Prophets old? What pristine years? What advents manifold? When first the glaciers in their icy throes Were grinding thy repasts; and feeding thee witl snows ? What earthquake shocks? What changes of the sun r While ye laughed down their wrack and builded on ! JOHN WARD STIMSON, in Wandering Chords. JULY 28. High above on the western cliff a giant head of cac tus reared infernal arms and luminous bloom Une immense clump threw a shadow across the cliff road where it leaves the river plain and winds along the canyon to the mesa above the sea the road over wnict in the old days the Mission Indians bore hides to the ships and flung them from the cliffs to the waiting boats below. MARAH ELLIS RYAN, in For the Soul of Rafael. JULY 27. JULY 28. 225 JULY 29. Distinct from all others, the sequoias are a race apart. The big-tree, and the redwood of the Coast Range, are the only surviving members of that ancient family, the giants of the fore-world. Their immense trunks might be the fluted columns of some noble order of architecture, surviving its builders like the marble temples of Greece columns three hundred feet high and thirty feet through at the base. Such a vast nave, such majestic aisles, such sublime spires, only the for est cathedrals know. Symmetrical silver firs, giant ce dars and spruce, grow side by side with sugar pines of vast and irregular outline, whose huge branches, like outstretched arms, hold aloft the splendid cones such is the ancient wood. C. H. KIRKHAM, in In the Open. JULY 30. Said one, "This city, as you know, Though young in years, as cities go, Has quite a history to repeat If records have been kept complete. Oft has it felt the earthquake shock- That made the strongest building rock. And more than once gone up in smoke Till scarce a building sheltered folk. The citizens can point to spots Where people fashioned hangman s knots With nimble fingers, to supply Some hardened rogues a hempen tie, Whom Vigilantes and their friends Saw fit to drop from gable-ends." PALMER Cox, in The Brownies Through California. JULY 29. JULY 30. 2?7 JULY 31. ROSEMARY. Indian summer has gone with its beautiful moon. And all the sweet roses I gathered in June Are faded. It may be the cloud-sylphs of Even Have stolen the tints of those roses for Heaven. bonnie bright blossom! in the years far away. vSo evanished thy bloom on an evening in May. The sunlight now sleeps in the lap of the west, And the star-beams are barring its chamber of resr. While Twilight is weaving her blue-tinted bowers To mellow the landscape where slumber the flowers. 1 would fain learn the music that won thee away. When the earth was the beautiful temple of May; For our fancies were measured the bright summer long To the carols we learned from the lark s morning song. They still haunt me those echoes from Child land but now My heart beats alone to their musical flow. Then I never looked up to the portals on high, For our Heaven was here; and our azure-stained sky Was the violet mead; the cloud-billows of snow Were the pale nodding lilies ; the roses that glow On the crown of the hill, gave the soft blushing hue; The gold was the crocus; the silver, the dew Which met as it fell, the glad sunlight of smiles, ^ And wove the -gay rainbow of Hope, o er our aisles. But the charm of the spring-time has vanished with thee; To its mystical speech I ve forgotten the^key; Yet, if angels and flowers are closely allied, I may trace thy lost bloom on the blushing hillside; And when rose-buds are opening their petals in June. I ll feel thou art near me and teaching the tune 228 JULY 31. Which chanted by seraphim, won thee away On thai blossoming eve, from the gardens "of May. MARY V. TINGLKY LA WHENCE. in Poetry of the Pacific. A VOICE (i\ THE WIND. Aim out of the West came a voice o;i the wind: J seek for the truth and behold, ye shall find! O strive for the right and behold," ye shall do All things that the Master commandeth of you l<or love is the truth ye have sought for so long, And love is the right that ye strove for through wrony Love !^ love spheres our lives with a halo of fire. Hut God, how tis dimmed by each selfish desire! CHARLES KEEI.ER. in Idyls of // Dorado (out of print). 229 AUGUST 1. THE AGE OF THE SEQUOIAS. Prof. Jordan estimates that the oldest of the se quoias is at least 7000 years old. The least age assigned to it is 5000 years. It was a giant when the Hebrew Patriarchs were keeping sheep. It was a sapling when the first seeds of human civilization were germinating on the banks of the Euphrates and the Nile. It had attained its full growth before the Apostles went forth to spread the Christian religion. Tt began to die be fore William of Normandy won the battle of Hastings. It has been dying for a thousand years. And unless some accident comes to it, it will hardly be entirely dead a thousand years from now. It has seen the birth, growth and decay of all the generations and tribes and nations of civilized men. It will see the birth and decay of many more generations. It is the oldest living thing on the face of the earth. G. W. BURTON, in Burton s Book on California. AUGUST 2. Adown the land great rivers glide With lyric odes upon their lips, The sheltered bay with singing tide Forever woos the storm-tossed ships And yet, for me more magic teems Bv California s willowed streams. * # * * * For some the crowded market place, The bustle of the jammed bazaars, The fleeting chance in fortune s race That ends somewhere amid the stars Give me a chance to gather dreams By California s willowed streams. CLARENCE URMY, in Sunset Magaginr. 2:40 A.U6UST 1. AUGUST 2. 231 AUGUST 3. But what the land lacks in trees it nearly makes up in shrubs. Three varieties of sumac, reaching often as high as fifteen or eighteen feet, and spreading as man} wide, stand thick upon a thousand hill-sides and fill with green the driest and stoniest ravines. Two kinds of live oak bushes, two varieties of lilac, one with white, the other with lavender flo\M-rs, the madrono, the coffee- berry, the manzanita, the wild mahogany, the choke-ber ry, all of brightest green, with adcnostoma and baccharis, two dark-green bushes, looking like red and white cedar, form what is called the chaparral. Three varieties of dwarf-willow often grow along the water-courses, and with the elder, wild grape, rose and sweet-briar, all well huddled together, the chinks filled with nettles and the whole tied together with long, trailing blackberry vines, often form an interesting subject of contemplation for one who wants to get on the other side. T. S. VAN DYKE, in Southern California. AUGUST 4. You who would find a new delight in the wild and waste places of the earth, a new meaning to life, and an enlarged sympathy with your fellow creatures, should seek them out, not in the books, but in their homes. One bird learned and known as an individual creature, with a life all its own, is worth volumes of reading. Listen to their call-notes ; observe their plumage and their motions ; seek out their homes, and note their devotion to their young. Then will the lower animals become invested with a new dignity, and the homes builded not with hands will become as sacred as the dwelling-place of your neighbor. CHARLES KEELER in Bird Notes Afield. 232 AUGUST 3. AUGUST 4. 233 AUGUST 5. THE NAVEL ORANGE 250 YEARS AGO. Most Americans know an orange by sight, and we of California count it a blood relation. We do grow the best orange in the world, and ship thousands of loads of it in a year; and we have a modest notion that we invented it, and that we "know oranges." But the handsomest, the fullest and the most erudite treatise on oranges ever printed does not derive from Cali fornia, nor yet from the Only Smart Nation. . On the contrary, it was printed in Rome in the year 1646. . More accurate drawings of these fruits have never been printed; and the illustrations cover not only the varieties and even the "freaks" of the Golden Apple, but the methods of planting, budding, wall-training and housing it. Perhaps the point likeliest to jar our complacent ignorance is the fact that this venerable work describes and pictures seedless oranges, and even the peculiar "sport," now an established variety, which we know as the "Navel." Two hundred and fifty seven years ago it was called the "Female, or Foetus-bearing orange;" but no one today can draw a better picture, nor a more unmistakable, of a navel orange. CHARLES F. LUMMIS, in Out West. AUGUST 6. THE SIERRA NEVADAS. Serene and satisfied! Supreme! As lone As God, they loom like God s archangels churl d ; They look as cold as kings upon a throne; A line of battle-tents in everlasting snow. JOAQUIN MILLER. 231 AUGUST 6. 235 AUGUST 7. To THE VIOLET. Welcome little violet, I gladly welcome thee ; Peeping with thy dewy eyes So shyly out at me. Modest little violet Hide not thy face away. I love thee and thy sweet perfume, Thy purple-hued array. Sweetest little violet, I ll pluck thee gently dear, I ll nurture thee so tenderly- Then have of me no fear. Sweetest little violet, Delight of every heart ; No flow ret rare is like thee fair. None praised as thou art. BERTHA HIRSCH RARUCH. AUGUST 8. August is a word of dire import in the bird-lover s calendar. It means virtually the end of the bird sea son. The wooing and nesting and rearing the family are all over, and now looms before the feathered popu lation that annual trouble the change of dress, the only time in his life happy soul ! that he. has to concern himself about clothes. In the business of getting a new suit he has more trouble than a fine lady, for he has to shake off the old garments, while getting the new, bit by bit, here a feather and there a feather, today a new wing-quill ; tomorrow a new plume on his dainty breast. OLTVE THORNE MII.LKK. 236 A I:GUST 7. AUGUST 8. 237 Arr.rsT 9. CHILDREN JN A CALIFORNIA GARDEN. Legendrv and literature may be taught to your child ren in the garden. Tell them the pretty story of how Cupid s mother gave the rose its thorns; the tale of the sensitive plant; and point out to them the equip ment of the cacti for their strange, hard life on the desert ; the lovely human faces filled with the sweet ness of remembrance that we find in the pansy bed. Show them the delight of the swift-flying humming bird in the red and yellow blossoms of the garden, and the sagacity of the oriole in building his nest near the lantana bush so attractive to . the insects upon which the scamp feeds. BELLE SUMNER ANGIER, in The Garden Book of California. AUGUST 10. ON JOAQUIN MILLER. Sierra s poet! high and pure thy muse Enthroned doth sit amongst the stars and snows ; And from thy harp olympian music flows, Of glacier heights and gleaming mountain dews. Of western sea and burning sunset hues. And we who look up who on the plain repose, And catch faint glimpses of the mount that throws Athwart thy poet-sight diviner views. And not alone from starry shrine is strung Thy lyre, but tuned to gentler lay, lhat sings of children, motherhood and home, And lifts our hearts and lives to sweeter day. Oh, bard of Nature s heart! thy name will rest Immortal in thy land our Golden West! DORA Ci RETON in Sunset Magazine. AUGUST 9. AUGUST 10. 23<) AUGUST 11. THE PESSIMIST. The pessimist leads us into a land of desolation. He makes for the sight blossoms of ugliness; for the smell repellant odors ; for the taste bitterness and gall ; for the hearing harsh discord, and death for the touch that is the only relief from a desert whose scrawny life lives but to distress us. ABBOTT KINNEY, in Tasks By Twilighl. The leaves of the wild gourd, lying in great star shaped patches on the ground, drooped on their stems, and the spikes of dusty white sage by the road hung \irnp at the ends, and filled the air with their wilted fragrance. The sea-breeze did not come up, and in its stead gusts of hot wind from the north swept through the valley as if from the door of a furnace. MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM, in Stories of the Foothills AUGUST 12. ENTICEMENT. Then haste, sweet April Dear. Thou alone canst find her. Her hair so soft, so silken soft thy breezes blow And thou shalt laugh with her. give her thy first sweet kiss. On her white blossom s snow . . . Why, why, dost thou not fly, on clouds of love, Tis ihou alone canst find her. Thou fain wouldst ask doth she love thee. Thou knowest well She loves thee, April Dear. ADRIADNE HOLMES EDWARDS. 240 AUGUST 11. AUGUST 12. 241 AUGUST 13. Our pitcher-plant is one of the most wonderful and interesting of all the forms that grow, linking, as it were, the vegetable world with the animal, by its un natural carnivorous habits. * * * No ogre in his castle has ever gone to work more deliberately or fiendishly to entrap his victims while offering them hospitality, than does this plant-ogre. Attracted by the bizarre yellowish hoods of the tall, nodding flowers, the foolish insect alights upon the former and commences his exploration of the fascinat ing region. * * * But at last, when he has partaken to satiety and would fain depart, he turns to retrace his steps. In the dazzlement of the transparent win dows of the dome above, he loses sight of the dark ened door in the floor by which he entered and flies forcibly upward, bumping his head in his eagerness to escape. He is stunned by the blow and plunges down ward into the tube below. Here he struggles to rise, but countless downward-pointing, bristly hairs urge him to his fate. MARY ELIZABETH PARSONS. in The Wild Flowers of California. AUGUST 14. Sausalito is noted for its abundance of flowers. These not only grow in thick profusion in the quaint hillside gardens, but are planted beside the roadways, cover ing many an erstwhile bare and unsightly bank ^with trailing vines, gay nasturtiums and bright geraniums. There is something in the spirit of this hillside garden ing, this planting of sweet blossoms for the public at large, that is very appealing. BINGHAM, in In Tamal Land. 242 AUGUST 13. AUGUST 14. 243 AUGUST 15. A GROUP OF CACTI. (IN CALIKORNIA.) Flower of the desert, type mysterious, strange, Like bird or monster on some sculptured tomb In Egypt s curious fashion wrought, what change Or odd similitude of fate, what range Of cycling centuries from out the gloom Of dusty ages has evolved thy bloom? In the bleak desert of an alien zone, Child of the past, why dwellest thou alone? Grotesque, incongruous, amid the flowers ; Unlovely and unloved, standing aside, Like to some rugged spirit sheathed in pride; Unsmiling to the sun, untouched by showers The dew falls every bud has drunk its fill : Bloom of the desert, thou art arid still ! MARY E. MAN NIX. AUGUST 16. In late spring and early summer upon the fading grasslands and on the dry sunny slopes of the hills, the Mariposa tulips set their long-stemmed chalices of delicate color. Bulbous plants of the lily family, they are frequently called Mariposa lilies, but as a matter of fact their relationship is very near to the true tulips of the Old World, and like the latter, they have been extensively introduced into cultivation both in this country and abroad. The petals are often conspicuously marked with lines and dots and eye-like spots in a manner that suggests the gay wings of a butterfly, whence the term, "Mari posa," which is the Spanish word for that insect. ELIZABETH H. SAUNDKRS, in California Wild Flowers. 244 AUGUST 15. AUGUST 16. Aiv.ufcT 17: COPA DE ORO. (CALIFORNIA 1 OFPY. ) Thy satin vesture richer is than looms Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings, Not dyes of olden Tyre, not precious things Regathered from the long forgotten tombs Of buried empires, not the iris plumes That wave upon the tropics myriad wings, Not all proud Sheba s queenly offerings, Could match the golden marvel of thy blooms, For thou art nurtured from the treasure-veins Of this fair land; thy golden rootlets sup Her sands of gold of gold thy petals spun, Her golden glory, thou! of hills and plains, Lifting, exultant, every kingly cup Brimmed with the golden vintage of the sun. INA 1). Cooi.BRiTH, in Soiifjs from the Golden Gate. AUGUST 18. The Golden Eagle is California s noblest bird of prey. He is more than a match for any animal of his own size. Not a beast of the field or a fowl of the air can dispossess him; he stands intrepid before every earthly power except the hand of man. He is shy and wary at all times, clean and handsome, swift in flight and strong in body. An experience gained in the fierc est of schools makes the Eagle as formidable as any creature of the wild. He is a valuable inhabitant of any cattle range or farming community. His food consists almost entirely of the ground squirrels that are so abundant through the California hills and cause such damage to the grain fields. WILLIAM L. FINI.KV, in Feathered Foragers. 246 AUGUST 17. AUGUST 18 247 AUGUST 19. THE POPPY S CHJMKS. With all this youth to cheer bis eyes No man is ever old, With all this wealth to fill his purse No one need lack for gold. rare Ben Jonson. you should see The draught that T may sup : How sweet the drink, her kiss within. The poppy s golden cup. My lowly queen, I bow to thee And worship with my soul : 1 hope to drink her love from out The poppy s golden bowl. Look up, my sweet, and catch my words, A secret 1 would tell : 1 think I hear her "Yes" ring from The poppy s golden bell. CHARLES MCKNIGHT SAIN, in Sunset. August, 1908. AUGUST 20. Flowering vines overhung, climbed and clung about the balcony pillars and balustrades. Roses drooped in heavy-headed cascades from second-story railings; the wide purple flowers of the clematis climbed aloft. On one wall a heliotrope broke in lavender foam and the creamy froth of the Banksia rose dabbled railings and pillars and dripped over on to the ground. It was a big, cool, friendly looking house with a front door that in Bummer was always open, giving the approaching visitor a hospitable glimpse of an airy, unencumbered hall. GERALDINE BONNER. in The Pioneer. 248 AUGUST 19. AUGUST 20. 249 AUGUST 21. A. DREAM OF POPPIES. Brown hills long parched, long lifting to the blue Of summer s brilliant sky but russet hue Of sere grass shivering in the trade-winds sweep Soon, with light footfalls, from their tranced slee The first rains bid the poppies rise anew, And trills the lark exultant summons, too. How swift at Fancy s beck those gay crowds leap To glowing life ! The eager green leaves creep For welcome first; then hooded buds, pale gold, Each tender shower and sun-kiss help unfold Till smiling hosts crowd all the fields, and still A yellow sea of poppies breasts each hill And breaks in joyous floods as children hold Glad hands the lavish cups as gladly fill! KIJ.A M. SEXTON, in The Golden Poppy. AUGUST 22. CALIFORNIA. Her poppies fling a cloth of gold O er California s hills - Fit emblem of the wealth untold That hill and dale and plain unfold. . Her fame the whole world fills. EUZA D. KEITH. How can one convey meaning to another in a lang uage which that other does not understand? I can only tell you the charm of the desert, when you, too, have learned to love it. And then there will be no need for me to speak. IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, in Miner s Mirage Land. 260 AUGUST 21 AUGUST 22. 2fl AUGUST 23. THE P^AN OF THE POPPIES The mountains sway with flame Where the frail glories tremble Fair fallen stars of fire ! The valleys green acclaim The legions that assemble Tn royal robe and tire. With timbrel, shawm and choir. * * * * Afar in darker lands T feel their kisses burning As sweet, uncertain lips. As faint, unhindered hands Are felt by exiles yearning On shores when tears eclipse The wan and westering ships. HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, in Looms of Lif AUGUST 24. PEACE. Xo hand have 1 on rudder laid ; All my oars lie idly by; All my sheets are steadfast made. For Love now guides me silently. His are the waves and flowing tide; He is my bark and chart and hand ; He is companion at my side ; His the coming and departed land. Somewhere, 1 know, I port shall win ; Somewhen I know, dear friends, I ll sec ; Love. "The I Am" is lord within ! Daily he brings mine own to me. HENRY HARRISON BROWN, in Now, March, AUGUST 23. AUGUST 24. 263 AUGUST 25. IN THE SEASON OF POPPIES. From the shoulders of Dawn the night shadow slipped, As the shy, saintly Moon evaded her tryst With the roystering Sun, who eagerly sipped From the valley s green cup the golden-white mist. Day flashed like a smile from Dawn s rosy mouth, With a passion of birds and fragrant appeals, And the warm winds up from the sleepy South Sluiced the red, scented gold of our poppy helds. H. \KI.EY R. WII.KY, in Overland Monthly, Sept., 1908. AUGUST 26. WHEN THE POPPY GOES TO SLEEP. Now the sandman comes a-calling, And those eyes can scarcely peep : It is little children s bedtime When the poppy goes to sleep. In the west the sun is sinking, And the chickens go to roost : And the poppy folds its petals That the beaming sun had loosed. * * * * And the poppy like the Arab, Silent in the close of day, Fearful of the coming darkness. Folds its tent and steals away. Hear the sandman s final warning On the land and on the deep, Saying, "Good night, good night, good night," When the poppy goes to sleep. CHARLES MCKNIGHT SAIN, in The Call of the Muse. 254 AUGUST 25. AUGUST 26. 255 AUGUST 27. THE SIERRA SNOW- PLANT Thou growest in eternal snow? As flower never grew; The sun upon thy beauty throws No kiss the dawn no dew. Thou knowest not the love-warm marl Of Earth, but dead and white The wastes wherein thy roots ensnarl Ere thou art freed in light. Where blighted dawns, with twilight blent, Die pale, thou liftest strong, A tongue of crimson, eloquent With one unceasing song. * * * * O Life in vasts of death! O Flame That thrills the stark expanse; Let Love and Longing be thy name ! Love and Renunciance. HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, in Looms of Life. AUGUST 28. IN A CALIFORNIA GARDEN. Thro the green cloister, folding us within. The leaves are audible our ear to win ; Iney whisper of the realm of old Romance. Of sunny Spain, and of chivalric France ; And poor Ramona s love and her despair, Thrill, like Aeolian harp, the twilight air- So the dear garden claims its mystic due. Linking the legends of the Old and New. FRANCES MARGARET MILNE, in The Grizzly Bear Magazine, June, 1909. 256 AUGUST 27. AUGUST 28. 257 AUGUST 29. The evening primrose covers the lower slopes with long sheets of brightest yellow, and from the hills above, the rock-rose adds its golden bloom to that of the sorrel and the wild alfalfa, until the hills almost outshine the bright light from the slopes and plains. And through all this nods a tulip of delicate lavender; vetches, lupins ana all the members of the wild-pea family are pushing and winding their way everywhere in every shade of crimson, purple and white. New bell-flowers of white and blue and indigo rise above the first, which served merely as ushers to the dis play, and whole acres ablaze with the orange of the poppv are fast turning with the indigo of the larkspur. The mimulus alone is almost enough to color the hills. T. S. VAN DYKE, in Southern California. AUGUST 30. THE MARIPOSA LILY. Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, Poised upon slender tip, and quivering To flight ! a flower of the fields of air ; A jeweled moth ; a butterfly, with rare And tender tints upon his downy wings, A moment resting in our happy sight ; A flower held captive by a thread so slight Its petal-wings of broidered gossamer Are. light as the wind, with every wind astir, Wafting sweet odor, faint and exquisite. O dainty nursling of the field and sky. What fairer thing looks up to heaven s blue And drinks the noontide sun. the dawning s dew? Thou winged bloom ! thou blossom-butterfly ! INA D. COOLBRITH, in Songs from the Golden Gate. 258 AUGUST 29. AUGUST 30. AUGUST 31. CALIFORNIA PHILOSOPHY. You kin talk about yer eastern states, their stiddy growth nd size, Nd brag about yer cities, with their business enter prise ; You kin blow about tall buildin s runnin clean up to the clouds, Nd gas about yer graded streets nd chirp about yer crowds ; But how about yer "twisters" nd the cyclones you have there, That s runnin round uncorralled nd a-gittin on a tear, Nd a-mixin towns nd counties up at sich a tarnal rate A man can t be dead sartin that he s in his native state. You needn t talk to me about yer "enterprise" nd "go," Per how about them river floods us folks hear tell of so, Where a feller goes to bed at night with nary thought o fear, Nd discovers in the mornin that he s changed his hemisphere ; Nd where grasshoppers eat the crops nd all about the place, But leave that gilt-edged mortgage there ter stare you in the face. If that is where you want ter live it s where you d orter be, But I reckon ol Cal forny s good nough fer me. I sort o low the climate thar is somewhat diff runt too, ,. Accordin to the weather prophet s watchful pint o view. 260 AUGUST 31. 261 In course, if ten foot snowbanks don t bother you at all Er slosh nd mud nd drizzlin rain, combined with a snowfall, It s just the most delightful spot this side o heaven s dome But I kind o sorter reckon that I couldn t call it home. When you talk about that climate, it s all tomfoolery, Fer sunny ol Cal forny s good enough fer me. Oh, you live away back east, you don t know what you miss By stayin in that measly clime, without the joy an bliss Of knowin what the weather is from one day to the next; It s "mebby this," "I hope it s that," er some such like pretext. Come out to Californy whar the sky is allers bright, Nd where the sun shines all the while, with skeerce a cloud in sight; You d never pine fer eastern climes ther s no denyin that Fer when you want a heaven on earth, Los Angeles stands pat. E. A. BRININSTOOL. CALIFORNIA. In all methinks I see the counterpart Of Italy, without her dower of art We have the lordly Alps, the fir-fringed hills, Ine green and golden valleys veined with rills, A dead Vesuvius with its smouldering fire, A tawny Tiber sweeping to the sea. Our seasons have the same superb attire, The same redundant wealth of flower and tree Upon our peaks the same imperial dyes, And day by day, serenely over all, The same successive months of smiling skies. Conceive a cross, a tower, a convent wall A broken column and a fallen fane, A chain of crumbling arches down the plain, A group of brown-faced children by a stream A scarlet-skirted maiden standing near, A monk, a beggar, and a muleteer, And lo! it is no longer now a dream. These are the Alps, and there the Apennines; The fertile plains of Lombardy between- Beyond Val d Arno with its flocks and vines, These granite crags are gray monastic shrines Perched on the cliffs like old dismantled forts ; ar to seawai ~d can be dimly seen The marble splendor of Venetian courts; While one can all but hear the mournful rhythmic beat Of white-lipped waves along the sea-paved street O childless mother of dead empires, we, The latest born of all the western lands, In fancied kinship stretch our infant hands Across the intervening seas to thee. Thine the immortal twilight, ours the dawn, Yet we shall have our names to canonize, Our past to haunt us with its solemn eyes, Our ruins, when this restless age is gone. 263 Lucius HARWOOD FOOTE. SEPTEMBER 1. THE SCARF OF IRIS. ***** Something magical is near me hidden, breathing everywhere, Shaken out in mystic odors, caught unseen in the mid air. Life is waking, palpitating; souls of flowers are draw ing nigh; Flitting birds with fluted warble weave between the earth and sky; And a soft excitement welling from the inmost heart of things Such a sense of exaltation, such a call to rapture brings, That my heart all tremulous with a virgin wonder ment Waits and yearns and sings in carols of the rain and sunshine blent, Knowing more will be revealed with the dawning every day For the fairy scarf of Iris falls across the common way. RUBY ARCHER. SEPTEMBER 2. To the left as you rode you saw, far on the horizon, rising to the height of your eye, the mountains of the Channel Islands. Then the deep sapphire of the Pa cific, fringed with the soft, unchanging white of the surf and the yellow of the shore. Then the town like a little map, and the lush greens of the wide meadows, the fruit-groves, the lesser ranges all vivid, fertile, brilliant, and pulsating with vitality. STEWART EDWARD WHITE, in The Mountains. 264 SEPTEMBER 1. SEPTEMBER 2. 265 SEPTEMBER 3. Never was garden more unintentionally started, and never did one prove greater source of pleasure. * * * One day, about Christmas time, my little nephew brought me two small twigs of honeysuckle not slips or shoots, and I stuck them in the ground by the front porch. * * * When it was just eighteen months old hon eysuckle vines were twining tenderly about the corner pillars of the porch, drawing their network across to the other support, and covered with bunches of white, creamy tubes, the air heavy with their perfume. * * * The climbing rose had reached the lattice work, and its yellowish flowers formed a most effective contrast to the sky-blue of the sollya blossoms, trained up on the other side of the porch. The beds were edged vari ously with dark blue violets and pink daisies, above which bloomed salvias, euphorbias, lantanas, tube roses, forget-me-nots, carnations, white lilies, Japan lilies, iris, primroses, ranunculus, lilies-of-the-valley, pansies, anemones, dahlias, and roses white, red, pink, yellow, crimson, cream in the wildest profu sion. JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD MCCRACKIN, in Another Juanita. SEPTEMBER 4. AFTERWARD. A dying moon fell down the sky, As one looked out to see The place where once her soul endured Its lengthehed Calvary. Of all the mem ries gathered there Their faces wan with tears One only smiled a baby s smile To rectify the years. DOROTHEA L. MOORE. 266 SEPTEMBER 3. SEPTEMBER 4. 267 SEPTEMBER 5. The harvesting of hops is the conjunction of the rude essentials of farm life with the highest effect in art. What artist but would note enthusiastically the inimitable pose of that young girl tip-toeing to bring down the tuft of creamy blossoms overhead ; or tne modest nudity of the wee bronze savage capering about a stolid squaw in a red sprigged muslin? Indeed, there is indescribable piquancy in this unconscious grouping of the pickers and their freedom from restraint. For each artistic bit a laughing face in an aureole of am ber clusters, a statuesque chin and throat, Indians in grotesquely picturesque raiment, and the yellow vis ages of the Chinese the vines make an idyllic fram ing ^with a pinking summer sun in the background lending a shimmering transparency to leaf and flower. NINETTA EAMES in Hop-Picking Time, The Cosmopolitan, Novem ber, 1893. SEPTEMBER 6. Golf has spread with great rapidity throughout Cali fornia, and though many people may have taken it up from an idea that it is the correct thing, the game will always be popular, especially in the Southern part of the State, where more people of leisure live than in the Northern part, and where the large infusion of British and Eastern residents tends to foster a love of out-door sports. Golf may be played in any part of Central or Southern California on any day in the year when a gale is not blowing or heavy rain falling. Occasionally the strong winds render golfing somewhat arduous, but the enthusiast can play on about three hundred and fifty days in the year. ARTHUR INKERSEEY, in Overland Monthly. 268 SEPTEMBER 5. SEPTEMBER 6. SEPTEMBER 7. My roses bud and bloom and fail me never, From Lent and Whitsun to the Christmas time ; Climbing in eagerness and great endeavor Our Southland bushes ever love to climb. JAMES MAIN DIXON, in My Garden. How bright the world looked, to be sure; flowers covered the earth, not scattered in niggardly manner as in the older, colder Eastern states, but covering the earth for miles, showing nothing but a sea of blue an ocean of crimson, or a wilderness of yellow. Then came patches where all shades and colors were mixed ; delicate tints of pink and mauve, of pure white and deep red, and over all floated a fragrance that was never equaled by garden-flowers or their distilled per fume. JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD MCCRACKIN, in Overland Talcs. SEPTEMBER 8. The love that gives all, craves all, asks nothing, is so bitter that no one lifts the cup voluntarily, and yet if the sweetness of it could be distilled, prosperous love would regard it enviously and kings seek it on foot. AMANDA MATHEWS, in Hieroglyphics of Love. The world will never be saved from its sin and shame until a larger number of men are ready to lash them selves like Ulysses of old to those enduring principles of righteousness which stand erect like masts and sail on, no matter what sirens of personal indulgence sing along the course. CHARLES REYNOLDS BROWN. 270 SEPTEMBER 7. SEPTEMBER 8. 271 SEPTEMBER 9. To CALIFORNIA: Queen of the Sunset ! Within the crown upon thy forehead glow The crystal jewels of eternal snow. Down at thy feet the broad Pacific towers, And Summer ever binds thy breast with flowers. MADGE MORRIS WAGNER, in Debris. The religious life of California is characterized by the spirit of freedom and tolerance. The aim has been to "Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar s," by legislating only in regard to those secular interests in which all stand alike before the law and to leave to the free and untrammeled decision of the individual conscience those deeper, personal attitudes and rela tionships "which are God s." CHARLES REYNOLDS BROWN. SEPTEMBER 10. Gay little oriole, fond little lover, Watching thy mate o er her tiny ones hover, Tell me, I pray, from your cottonwood tree, When will my true love come riding to me ? Will he come with his lariat hung at his side? On a wild prancing bronco, my love, will he ride? So high on your tree top you surely can see, O, how will my true love come riding to me ? Sing of my lover and tell me my fate, Will he guard me as fondly as thou dost thy mate? Dear oriole, sing, while I listen to thee When will my true love come riding to me? CHARLES KEELER, in Overland Monthly. 272 SEPTEMBER 9. SEPTEMBER 10. 273 SEPTEMBER 11. LOOKING BACKWARD! My heart aches, and a poignant yearning pains My pulse, as though from revel I had waked To find sore disenchantment. Oh for the simple ways of childhood, And its joys! Why have I grown so cold and cynical r My life seems out of tune; Its notes harsh and discordant; The crowded thoroughfare doth fret me And make lonely. Darkling I muse and yearn For those glad days of yore, When my part chorded too, And I, a merry, trustful boy, Found consonance in every friend without annoy. Since then, how changed! Strained are the strings of friendship; fled the joys; Seeming the show. An alien I, unlike, alone! And yet my mother! The welcome word o erflows the eye, And makes the very memory weep. No, love is not extinct that sweetest name The covering ashes keep alive the flame. MALCOLM McLEOD, in Culture Simplicity. SEPTEMBER 12. The overgoing sun shines upon no region, of equal extent, which offers so many and such varied induce ments to men in search of homes and health as does the region which is entitled to the appellation < "Semi-Tropical California." BEN C. TRUMAN, in Semi-Tropical California. 274 SEPTEMBER 11. SEPTEMBER 12. 275 SEPTEMBER 13. THE CRESTED JAY. The jay is a jovial bird heigh-ho ! He chatters all day In a frolicsome way With the murmuring breezes that blow heigh-ho ! Hear him noisily call From a redwood tree tall To his mate in the opposite tree heigh-ho ! Saying: "How do you do?" As his top-knot of blue Is raised as polite as can be heigh-ho! O impudent jay, With your plumage so gay, And your manners so jaunty and free heigh-ho! How little you guessed When you robbed the wren s nest, That any stray fellow would see heigh-ho ! CHARLES KEELER, in Elfin Songs of Sunland. SEPTEMBER 14. It is to prevent the wholesale slaughter of song birds that I appeal to you. The farmer or the fruit- raiser has not yet learned enough to distinguish friend from foe, and goes gunning in season and out of sea son, so that the cherry orchard, when the cherries are ripe, looks like a battle-field in miniature, the life- blood of the little slain birds rivaling in color the brightness of their wings and breast. And all this destruction of song, of gladness, of helpfulness, be cause the poor birds have pecked at a few early cher ries, worthless, almost, in the market, as compared to the later, better kinds, which they do not interfere with. JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD MCCRACKIN. 276 SEPTEMBER 13. SEPTEMBER 14. 277 SEPTEMBER 15. THE VOICE OF THE CALIFORNIA DOVE. Come, listen O love, to the voice of the dove, Come, hearken and hear him say, "There are many Tomorrows, my love, my love, There is only one Today." And all day long you can hear him say, This day in purple is rolled, And the baby stars of the milky way They are cradled in cradles of gold. Now what is thy secret, serene gray dove, Of singing so sweetly alway? "There are many Tomorrows, my love, my love, There is only one Today." JOAQUIN MILLER. SEPTEMBER 16. With the tip of his strong cane he breaks off a piece of the serried bark, and a spider scurries down the side of the log and into the grass. He chips off an other piece, and a bevy of sow-bugs ma ke haste to tumble over and play dead, curling their legs under their sides, but recovering their senses and scurrying off after the spider. The cane continues to chip off the bark, and down tumble all sorts of wood-people, some of them hiding like a flash in the first moist earth they come to; others never stopping until they are well under the log, where experience has taught them they will be safe out of harm s way. And they declare to themselves, and to each other, that they will never budge from under that log until it is midnight, and that wicked meadow-lark is fast asleep. ELIZABETH AND JOSEPH GRINNELL, in Birds of Song and Story. 278 SEPTEMBER 15. SEPTEMBER 16. 279 SEPTEMBER 17. SIESTA. A shady nook where nought is overheard But wind among the eucalyptus leaves, The cheery chirp of interflitting bird, Or wooden squeak of tree-frog as it grieves. The resting eye broods o er the running grass, Or nodding gestures of the bowed wild oats ; Watches the oleander lancers pass, And the bright flashing of the oriole notes. Hushed are the senses with the drone of bees And the far glimmer of the mid-day heat ; Oreams stealing o er one like the incoming seas, Soft as the rustling zephyrs in the wheat; vVhile on the breeze is borne the call of Love To Love, dear Love, of Majel, the wild dove. CHARLES ELMER JENNEY, in Western Field, Dec., 1905. SEPTEMBER 18. One summer there came a road-runner up from the lower valley, peeking and prying, and he never had any patience with the water baths of the sparrows. His own ablutions were performed in the clean, hope ful dust of the chaparral; and whenever he happened on their morning splatterings, he would depress his glossy crest, slant his shining tail to the level of his body, until he looked most like some bright venomous snake, daunting them with shrill abuse and feint of battle. Then suddenly he would go tilting and bal ancing down the gully in fine disdain, only to return in a dav or two to make sure the foolish bodies were still at it. MARY AUSTIN, in The Land of Little Rain. 280 SEPTEMBER 17. SEPTEMBER 18. 281 SEPTEMBER 19. MEADOW LARKS. Sweet, sweet, sweet ! O happy that I am ! (Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!) Sweet, sweet, sweet ! O subtle breath of balm. O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the Spring! Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain? Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet! Ah! he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain. The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet. Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is! Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call. Sweet, sweet, sweet ! O world so full of bliss For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all! INA D. COOLBRITH, in Songs from the Golden Gate. SEPTEMBER 20. How could we spare the lark, that most companion able bird of the plains? Wherever one may wander .... his lovely, plaintive, almost human song may be heard nearly everywhere, at frequent intervals the live long day. He is one of the blessings of this land, one which every lover of beautiful song welcomes as hear tily as the ordinary mortal the warm, bright days of this climate. CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER, in Some By-Ways of California. 282 SEPTEMBER 19. SEPTEMBER 20. 283 SEPTEMBER 21. THE MEADOW LARK AND I. ***** The song of life is living The love-heart of the year; And the pagan meadow-lark and I Can nothing find to fear. We build our simple homes For opulence of rest Among the hills and the meadow grass, And sing our grateful best. RUBY ARCHER. SEPTEMBER 22. THE RUBY-CROWNED KNIGHT. The dominant characteristic of the Ruby-Crown is subtlety. He conceals his nest, and even his nest- building region, so successfully that few there are who know where he breeds, or who ever find his nest, hid den in the shaggy end of a high, swinging branch of spruce or pine, deep in the California mountain recesses. His prettiest trick of concealement is the way he alter nately hides and reveals the bright red feathers in his crown. You may watch him a long time, seeing only a wee bit of an olive-green bird, toned with dull yellow underneath, marked on wings and about the eyes with white; but suddenly, a more festive mood comes upon him. The bird is transformed. A jaunty dash of bril liant red upcrests itself upon his head, lighting up his quiet dress. . . For several moments this flame of color quivers, then it burns into a mere thread of red and is gone. VIRGINIA GARLAND, in Feathered Californians. 284 SEPTEMBER SEPTEMBER 22. 285 SEPTEMBER 23. SONG OF THE LINNETS. "Cheer!" "Cheer!" sing the linnets Through rapturous minutes, When daylight first breaks And the golden Dawn streaks Through the rose of the morning so bright! "Gone! gone is the Night! It is light!" "We have buried our heads Under eaves of the sheds, Where our tender broods sleep; And the long watch we keep Through the darkness and silence till dawn. It is morn ! It is morn ! It is morn !" JOHN WARD STIMSON, in Wandering Chords, SEPTEMBER 24. THE HUMMING BIRD. Buz-z! whir-r! a flash and away! A midget hejeweled mid flowers at play! A snip of a birdling, the blossom-bells king, A waif of the sun-beams on quivering wing! O prince of the fairies, O pygmy of fire, Will nothing those brave little wings of yours tire? Yo" follow the flowers from southern lands sunny, You pry amid petals all summer for honey ! Now rest on a twig, tiny flowerland sprite, Your dear little lady sits near in delight; In a wee felted basket she lovingly huddles Two dots of white eggs to her warm breast she cuddles ! Whiz-z ! whiff ! off to your flowers ! Buzz mid the perfume of jasmine bowers! Chatter and chirrup, my king of the fays, And laugh at the song that I sing in your praise! CHARLES KEENER, in Elfin Songs of Sunland. SEPTEMBER 23. SEPTEMBER 24. 2S/ SEPTEMBER 25. THE HUMMING BIRD. A sudden whirr of eager sound And now a something throbs around The flowers that watch the fountain. Look! It touched the rose, the green leaves shook, I think, and yet so lightly tost That not a spark of dew was lost. Tell me, O rose, what thing it is That now appears, now vanishes? Surely it took its fire-green hue From day-breaks that it glittered through; Quick, for this sparkle of the dawn Glints through the garden and is gone. EDWIN MARKHAM, in Lincoln and Other Poems. SEPTEMBER 26. She led the way to the climbing rose at the front of the house, and carefully lifting a branch, motioned to the boys to look under it. There, hidden in the leafy covert, no higher than the young girl s chin, was the daintiest nest ever seen, made of soft cotton from the pussy willows by the brook, interwoven with the finest grasses and green mosses, and embroidered with one shining golden thread. And there was wee mother humming-bird, watching them a moment with bright, inquiring eyes, then darting off and poising in the air just above their heads, uncovering two tiny eggs about the size of buckshot, lying in a downy hollow like a thimble. FLORA HAINES LOUGHEAD, in The Abandoned Claim. SEPTEMBER 25. SEPTEMBER 26. LO 2S9 SEPTEMBER 27. THE RUSSET-BACKED THRUSH. He dwells where pine and hemlock grow, A merry minstrel seldom seen ; The voice of Joy is his I know Shy poet of the Evergreen ! In dawn s first holy hush I hear His one ecstatic, thrilling strain, So sweet and strong, so crystal clear Twould tingle e en the soul of Pain. Al close of day when Twilight dreams He shakes the air beneath his tree With such exquisite song it seems That Passion breathes through Melody. HERBERT BASHFORD, in At the Shrine of Song. SEPTEMBER 28. In Marin County birds hold a unique place, for, as the county is sparsely populated, possessing many wild, secluded valleys, and unnumbered rolling hills covered with virgin forests, it is but natural that the birds should congregate in great ^numbers, reveling in the solitude which man invariably destroys. HELEN BINGHAM, in In Tamal Land. THE ABALONE. I saw a rainbow, for an instant, gleam, On the west edge of a receeding swell ; The next soft surge, Which whispering sought the shore, Swept to my feet an abalone shell ; It was the rainbow I had seen before. JOHN E. RICHARDS, in Idylls of Monterey. 290 SEPTEMBER 27. SEPTEMBER 28. 291 SEPTEMBER 29. THE SEAGULL. A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes, He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sun With wings that fling the light and sinks at times To ride in triumph where the tall waves run. The rocks tide-worn, the high cliff brown and bare And crags of bleak, strange shores he rests upon ; He floats above, a moment hangs in air [dawn. Clean-etched against the broad, gold breast of * * * * Bold hunter of the deep ! Of thy swift flights What of them all brings keenest joy to thee To drive sharp pinions through storm-beaten nights, Or shriek amid black hollows of the sea? HERBERT BASHFORD, in At the Shrine of Song. SEPTEMBER 30. To A SEA GULL AT SEA. Thou winged Wonder ! Tell me I pray thy matchless craft, Poised in air, then slipping wave-ward, Mounting again like an arrow-shaft, Circling, swaying, wheeling, dipping, All with never a flap of wing, Keeping pace with my flying ship here, Give me a key to my wondering! Gales but serve thee for swifter flying, Foam crested waves with thy wings thou dost sweep, Wonderful dun-colored, down-covered body, Living thy life on the face of the deep ! ANNIE W. BRIGMAN. 292 SEPTEMBER 29. SEPTEMBER 30. 2 -3 OCTOBER 1. THE PASSING OF SUMMER. She smiled to the hearts that enshrined her, Then the gold of her banner unfurled And trailing her glories behind her Passed over the rim of the world. HARTLEY R. WILEY, in New England Magazine, October, 1906. The California condor, the largest of all flying birds, is found only on this coast and only in the southern half of that, although an occasional specimen has been seen in the high Sierra Neveda. Of all the sailing or soaring birds he is the most graceful and wonder ful, drifting to and fro, up and down, right or left, in straight lines or curves, for hours at a time, darting like an arrow or hanging still in air with equal ease on that motionless wing whose power puzzles all phi losophy. T. S. VANDYKE. OCTOBER 2. Wild fowl, quacking hordes of them, nest in the tulares. Any day s venture will raise from open shallows the great blue heron on his hollow wings. Chill even ings the mallard drakes cry continually from the glassy pools, the bittern s hollow boom rolls along the water paths. Strange and far-flown fowl drop down against the saffron, autumn sky. All day wings beat above it with lazy speed; long flights of cranes glimmer in the twilight. By night one wakes to hear the clanging geese go over. One wishes for, but gets no nearer speech from those the ready fens have swallowed up. What they do there, how fare, what find, is the secret of the tulares. MARY AUSTIN, in The Land of Little Rain. 294 OCTOBER 1. OCTOBER 2. 295 OCTOBER 3. MOCKING BIRD. Warble, whistle and ripple ! wake ! whip up ! ha ! ha ! Burgle, bubble and frolic a roundelay far! Pearls on pearls break and roll like bright drops from a bowl ! And they thrill, as they spill in a rill, o er my soul; Then thou laughest so light From thy rapturous height ! Earth and Heaven are combined, in thy full dulcet tone; North and south pour the nectar thy throat blends in one! Flute and flageolet, bugle, light zither, guitar! Diamond, topaz and ruby! Sun, moon, silver star! Ripe cherries in wine! Orange blossoms divine ! Genius of Songsters ! so matchless in witchery ! Nature hath fashioned thee out of her mystery! JOHN WARD STIMSON, in Wandering Chords. OCTOBER 4. THE MOCKING BIRD. Can anything be more ecstatic than the mocking bird s manner as he pours out his soul in song, flirting that expressive tail that seems hung on wires, jerk ing those emphatic wings, which say so much, turning his dainty head this way and that, and now and then Hinging himself upon the air light as a feather in pure delight, and floating down to place again without dropping a note. It is a poem in action to see him, so lithe, so graceful in every movement. OLIVE THORNE MILLER. 296 OCTOBER 3. OCTOBER 4. 297 OCTOBER 5. THE MOCKING BIRD. Each flower a single fragrance gives, But not the perfume of the rest ; Within each fruit one flavor lives, Not all the flavors of our quest ; In every bird one song we note That seems the sweeter without words ; Yet from the mock-bird s mellow throat Come all the songs of other birds. FRED EMERSON BROOKS, in Pick eft s Charge and Other Poems. OCTOBER 6. When a mocking-bird looks squarely at you, not turn ing his head one side, and then the other, like most birds, but showing his front face and using both eyes at once, like an owl when he looks squarely at you in this way, he shows a wise, wise face. You almost be lieve he could speak if he would, and you cannot resist the feeling that he is more intelligent than he has any right to be, having behind those clear, sharp eyes, only "blind instinct," as the wise men say. OLIVE THORNE MILLER. A sunset in San Juan is truly worth crossing either a continent or an ocean to witness, when the ranges toward La Paz are purple where the sage-brush is, and rose-color where the rains have washed the steep places to the clay, and over all of mesa and mountain the soft glory of golden haze. MARAH ELLIS RYAN, in For the Soul of Rafael. 298 OCTOBER 5. OCTOBER 6. 299 OCTOBER 7. THE MOCKING BIRD. He has an agreeable way of improving upon the original of any song he imitates, so that he is supposed to give free music-lessons to all the other birds. His own notes, belonging solely to himself, are beautiful and varied, and he sandwiches them in between the rest in a way to suit the best. No matter who is the victim of his mimicry, he loves the corner of a chimney bettf-r than any other perch, and carols out into the sky and down into the black abyss as if chimneys were made on purpose for mocking-birds. ELIZABETH AND JOSEPH GRINNELL, in Birds of Song and Storv. OCTOBER 8. I love the mocking-bird ; not because he is a wonder ful musician, for as I have heard him that he is not ; nor because he has a sweet disposition, for that he cer tainly has not, but because of his mysterious habit of singing at night, which seems to differentiate him from his kind, and approach him to the human ; because of his rapturous manner of song, his joy of living; be cause he shows so much character, and so much intel ligence. OLIVE THORNE MILLER. The lift of every man s heart is upward ; to help an other human soul in its upward evolution is life s great est and most joyful privilege; to lend ourselves each to the other as an inspiration to grander living is life s highest ministry and reward. DANA W. BARTLETT, in The Better City. 300 OCTOBER 7. OCTOBER 8. 301 OCTOBER 9. THE WATER OUZEL. The vertical curves and angles of the most precipi tous torrents he traces with the same rigid fidelity, swooping down the inclines of cascades, dropping sheer over dizzy falls amid the spray, and ascending with the same fearlessness and ease, seldom seeking to les sen the steepness of the acclivity by beginning to as cend before reaching the base of the fall. No mattei though it may be several hundred feet in height he holds straight on, as if about to dash headlong into the throng of booming rockets, and darts abruptly up ward, and, after alighting at the top of the precipice to rest a moment, proceeds to feed and sing. JOHN MUIR, in The Mountains of California. OCTOBER 10. Who can hear the wild song of the ouzel and not feel an answering thrill? Perched upon a rock in the midst of the rapids, he is the incarnation of all that is untamed, a wild spirit of the mountain stream, as free as a raindrop or a sunbeam. How solitary he is, a lone little bird, flitting from rock to rock through the desolate gorge, like some spirit in a Stygian world. Yet he sings continually as he takes his solitary way along the stream, and bursts of melody, so eerie and sylvan as to fire the imagination, come to the ear, sounding above the roar of the torrent. Like Orpheus, he seeks in the nether world of that wild gorge for his Eury- dice, now dashing through the rapids, now peering into some pool, as if to discern her fond image in its depths, and calling ever to lure her thence from that dark retreat up into the world of light and love. C. H. KIRKHAM, in In the Open. 302 OCTOBER 9. OCTOBER 10. 303 OCTOBER 11. To Los ANGELES. May this great city of Los Angeles, destined to be a mighty metropolis, flanked by the mountains and the sea, grow in the spirit of charity and toleration be tween man and man, and in the fear and love of God. May our city ever remain a fair virgin, sought for by the valiant sons from all lands, adorned with the wealth of the golden orange and caressed by the clinging vine. (Fiach Fionn) LAURENCE BRANNICK. OCTOBER 12. Like most of the early cities of the coast, Los An geles owes its origin to the proselyting enthusiasm of the Spanish priesthood. The Mission of San Gabriel had been in existence ten years, and it had gathered several thousand Indians under its guardianship when it was proposed to establish a pueblo in that vicinity in order that a temporal development might proceed together with the spiritual. Had there been no mis sion at San Gabriel to hold fhe savages in check by the force of a religious awe, md to lead them to in dustrial pursuits, there probably would have been no founding of a city on the lands above the Los Angeles river at least not until some date half a century later C. D. WILLARD, in History of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce. MY CREED. I believe the best I can think, being fully persuaded that if this be not true, it is because the truth trans cends my present power of thought. BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. 304 OCTOBER 11. OCTOBER 12. 305 OCTOBER 13. THE BEAUTIES OF Los ANGELES. So beautiful for situation, between its guardian mountain ranges and the smiling sea, so wonderful in its resources and its possibilities is this charming val ley of ours, that one cannot reasonably doubt that its manifest destiny is to be a world sanitarium. * * * To him who seeks it wisely here, no demand of necessity, comfort or luxury is impossible. MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE, in The Mother of Clubs. OCTOBER 14. The entire situation with regard to manufacturing in Southern California has undergone a radical change in the last few years, by reason of the discovery i oil in great quantities in and around Los Angeles, and in other sections of Southern and Central California. This puts an entirely new face on the fuel question, ana removes, in a great measure, what has always been the most serious problem in manufacturing develop ment. C. D. WlLLARD, in History of the Lo.\ Angeles Chamber of Commerce A fog had drifted in during the night and was still tangled in the tops of the sycamores. The soft, humid air was sweet with the earthy scents of the canyon, and the curled fallen leaves of the live-oaks along the flume path were golden-brown with moisture. Beads of mist fringed the silken fluffs of the clematis, drip ping with gentle, rhythmical insistence from the trees overhead. MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM, in Stories of the Foothills. 306 OCTOBER 13. OCTOBER 14. 307 OCTOBER 15. All believed they were located over an inexhaustible, subterranean lake of oil, and Oilville, city of tents and shacks, within a month had acquired the recklessness, the devil-may-care air of a mining .camp, or the Fenn- svlvania oil fields. * * Then there was a pause in the work for the experts decided that the new oil which spouted forth in such vast quantities was too heavy and malodorous to serve as an illuminant. Pres ently however, it was discovered that this defect was a virtue, for here was a non-explosive petroleum that could be utilized in great quantities as a fuel, and work was hastened with renewed vigor, for now California possessed the monopoly of the one great need, not only of herself, but of all the world. MRS. FREMONT OLDER, in The Giants. OCTOBER 16. SAN PEDRO. MORNING. A smooth, smooth sea of gray, gray glass; An open sea, where big ships pass A boat-dotted harbor ; gulls, wheeling and screaming, And surf-song and fisher-cry end our night s dreaming. Day has begun. EVENING. A broken sea of rosy jade; A rose-pink sky; black ships that fade Into the night; Across the bay, the city seems But elfin music, drowsy dreams And silver light! O uvE PERCIVAL. OCTOBER 15. OCTOBER 16. 309 OCTOBER 17. SUNSET IN SAN DIEGO. The city sits amid her palms; The perfume of her twilight breath Is something as the sacred balms That bound sweet Jesus after death. Such soft, warm twilight sense as lie Against the gates of Paradise. Such prayerful palms, wide palms upreached ! This sea mist is as incense smoke, ^ Yon ancient walls a sermon preached, White lily with a heart of oak. And O, this twilight! O the grace Of twilight on my lifted face. JOAQUIN MILLAR, in Collected Poems. OCTOBER 18. AT EVENTIDE. Behind Point Loma s beacon height In shimmering waves of grey and gold The winter sunset dies; and Night Drops her dusk mantle, fold on fold, At Eventide. And now, above yon shadowy line That faintly limns the distant bar, Through darkening paths, with steps that shine, She comes at last, our favorite star, At Eventide. O friend, our lives are far apart As Western sea from Eastern shore! But in their orisons, dear heart, Our souls are with you, evermore, At Eventide. MARY E. MANNIX. 310 OCTOBER 17 OCTOBER 18. 311 OCTOBER 19. THE DOUGLAS SQUIRREL. One never tires of this bright chip of nature this brave little voice crying in the wilderness of observ ing his many works and ways, and listening to his curious language. His musical, piny gossip is as savory to the ear as balsam to the palate; and, though he has not exactly the gift of song, some of his notes are as sweet as those of a linnet almost flute-like in softness, while others prick and tingle like thistles. He is the mocking-bird of squirrels, pouring forth mixed chatter and song like a perennial fountain; barking like a dog, screaming like a hawk, chirping like a black bird or a sparrow; while in bluff, audacious noisiness he is a very jay. JOHN MUIR, in The Mountains of California. OCTOBER 20. A beautiful sight it must have been, the wild-eyed graceful mustang with its gaily dressed rider sweep ing hither and thither among the frightened hosts, swerving suddenly to right or left to avoid the horns of some infuriated beast, the riata flashing high in air, then, with unerring aim, descending upon the shoul ders of some reluctant prisoner; amid all the con fusion the bursts of musical laughter or noisier ap plause, then the oaths, in the liquid Spanish tongue sounding sweetly to the ear of the uninitiated. HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, in Camping with Fox-Hounds in Southern California. Overland Monthly, February, 1892. 312 OCTOBER 19. OCTOBER 20. 313 OCTOBER 21. Immediately, with that short, pumping bay that tells the trail is hot, the game near, and sends the blood rushing to one s very finger-ends, the swaying, eager line of hounds came swiftly down the rocky slope, across the gully ahead and up the other side, follow ing, exactly, the path of the game. One directly be hind the other they went, heads well up, so strong was the scent, necks out-stretched, rumps in air, tails wagging in short, fierce strokes. No thought had they for us, intent only on the game their noses told them must be close at hand. HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, in Hunting the Wild Cat in Southern California. From Overland Monthly, March, 1892. OCTOBER 22. Life is a fight. Millions fail. Only the strong win. Failure is worse than death. Man s internal strength is created by watching circumstances like a hawk, meet ing her every spring stiff and straight, laughing at her pit-falls which in the beginning of life are ^ excess, excess, and always excess, and all manner of dishonor. Strength is created by adversity, by trying to win first the small battles of life, then the great, by cast ing out fear, by training the mind to rule in all things the heart, the passions, the impulses, which if in dulged make the brain the slave instead of the mas ter. Success, for which alone a man lives, if he be honest with himself, comes to those who are strong, strong, strong. GERTRUDE ATHERTON, in Rulers of Kings. 314 OCTOBER 21. OCTOBER 22. 315 OCTOBER 23. WITH THE ARIZONA COWBOYS. The cow or steer that is selected to be roped or cut out rarely escapes. While the horse is in hot pursuit the rider dexterously whirls his riata above his head until, at a favorable moment, it leaves his hand, un coiling as it flies through the air, and if the throw is successful, the noose falls over the animal s head. Sud denly the horse comes to a full stop and braces him self for the shock. When the animal caught reaches the end of the rope it is brought to an abrupt halt and tumbled in a heap on the ground. * * The cowboy is out of the saddle and on his feet in a jiffy. He grasps the prostrate animal by the tail and a hind leg, throws it on its side, and ties its four feet together, so that it is helpless and ready for branding or in spection. J. A. MUNK, in Arizona Sketches. OCTOBER 24. So here I am settled at the ole Bar Y. And it d take a twenty-mule team t pull me offen it. Of a evenin , like this, the boss, he sits on the east porch, smokin ; the boys re strung along the side of the bunk-house t rest and pass and laugh; and, out yon der, is the cottonwoods, same as ever, and the ditch, and the mesquite leveler n a floor; and up over it a ll the moon, white and smilin . Then, outen the door nigh where the sunflowers re growin , mebbe she ll come a slim, little figger in white. And, if it s plenty warm, and not too late, ^ why, she ll be totin the smartest, cutest * *That s my little wife that s Macie, now a-singin to the kid. ELEANOR GATES, in Cupid: the Cow-Punch. 316 OCTOBER 23. OCTOBER 24. 317 OCTOBER 25. Let this be known, that a west-land ranch is no more than a farm, and a farm at the outermost edge of man s dominions is forever a school and a field of strife and a means of grace to those who live thereon. * * * The ways of the earth, the ways of the sea sons, the ways of the elements, these had something to impart, eternally. And man, no longer in the bond with the wild things all about him, wages ceaseless war against them, to protect his crops and the fowls and the animals that have come beneath his guardian-ship and know no laws of the air-folk, the brush-folk, or the forest-folk with whom they were once in brother hood. PHILIP VERRILL MIGHELS, in C ha twit, the Man-Talk Bird. OCTOBER 26. And after supper, when the sun was down, and they was just a kinda half-light on the mesquite, and the old man was on the east porch, smokin , and the boys was all lined up along the front of the bunk-house, clean outen sight of the far side of the yard, why I just sorta wandered over to the calf-corral, then round by the barn and the Chink s shack, and landed up out to the west, where they s a row of cottonwoods by the new irrigatin ditch. Beyond, acrost a hunderd mile of brown plain, here was the moon a-risin , big- ger n a dishpan, and a cold white. I stood agin a tree and watched it crawl through the clouds. The frogs was a-watchin , too, I reckon, fer they begun to holler like the dickens, some bass and some squeaky. And then, frum the other side of the ranch-house, struck ur a mouth-organ. ELEANOR GATES, in Cupid: the Cow-Punch. 318 OCTOBER 25. OCTOBER 26. OCTOBER 27. EL VAQUERO. Tinged with the blood of Aztec lands, Sphinx-like, the tawny herdsman stands, A coiled riata in his hands. Devoid of hope, devoid of fear, Half brigand, and half cavalier This helot, with imperial grace, Wears ever on his tawny face A sad, defiant look of pain. Left by the fierce iconoclast, A living fragment of the past Greek of the Greeks he must remain. Lucius HARWOOD FOOTE. His broad brimmed hat push d back with careless air. The proud vaquero sits his steed as free As winds that toss his black, abundant hair. JOAQUIN MILLER. OCTOBER 28. There was to be a rodeo on the Del Garda ranch. Out of the thousands of that moving herd could they single the mighty steer that bore their brand, or the wild-eyed cow whose yearling calf had not yet felt the searing-iron. Into the very midst of the seething mass would" a vaquero dart, single out his victim without a moment s halt, drive the animal to the open space, and throw his lasso with unerring aim. If a steer proved fractious two of the centaurs would divide the labor, and while one dexterously threw the rope around his horns, the other s lasso had quickly caught the hind foot, and together they brought him to the earth. JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD MCCRACKIN, in Overland Tales. 320 OCTOBER 27. OCTOBER 28. 321 OCTOBER 29. Near noon we came to a little cattle ranch situated in a flat surrounded by red dykes and buttes after the manner of Arizona. Here we unpacked, early as it was, for through the dry countries one has to appor tion his day s journeys by the water to be had. If we went farther today, then tomorrow night would find us in a dry camp. The horses scampered down the flat to search out alfilaria. We roosted under a slanting shed where were stock saddles, silver-mounted bits and spurs, raw hide riatas, branding-irons, and all the lumber of the cattle business. * * * Shortly the riders began to come in, jingling up to the shed, with a rattle of spurs and bit-chains. * * * The chief, a six-footer wearing beau tifully decorated gauntlets and a pair of white buck skin chaps, went so far as to say it was a little warm for the time of year. STEWART EDWARD WHITE, in The Mountains. OCTOBER 30. HANDS UP! This is a request that, in the wild and woolly West, "may not be denied" ; and the braver the man is to whom it is addressed, the quicker does he hasten to comply. Indeed, it would argue the height of folly if, after a glance into the barrels of a sawed off," and a look at the determined eyes behind them, covering your every move, you did not instantly elevate your hands, and do it with cheerful alacrity. The plea, "He had the drop on me," will clear you in any frontier Court of Honor. A. E. LYNCH, in Self-Torture. 322 OCTOBER 29. OCTOBER 30. 323 OCTOBER 31. OUT WEST. When the world of waters was parted by the stroke of a mighty rod, Her eyes were first of the lands of earth to look on the face of God; The white mists robed and throned her, and the sun in his orbit wide Bent down from his ultimate pathway and claimed her his chosen bride ; And He that had formed and dowered her with the dower of a royal queen, Decreed her the strength of mighty hills, the peace of the plains between ; The silence of utmost desert, and canyons rifted and riven, And the music of wide-flung forests where strong winds shout to heaven. ******* Calling calling calling resistless, imperative, strong Soldier and priest and dreamer she drew them, a mighty throng. The unmapped seas took tribute of many a dauntless band, And many a brave hope measured but bleaching bones in the sand ; Yet for one that fell, a hundred sprang out to fill his place, For death at her call was sweeter than life in a tamer race. Sinew and bone she drew them ; steel-thewed and the weaklings shrank Grim-wrought of granite and iron were the men of her foremost rank. 324 OCTOBER 31. The wanderers of earth turned to her outcast of the older lands With a promise and hope in their pleading, and she reached them pitying hands; And she cried to the Old World cities that drowse bv the Eastern main : "Send me your weary, house-worn broods and I ll send you men again ! Lo ! here in my .wind-swept reaches, by my marshalled peaks of snow, Is room for a larger reaping than your o er-tilled fields can grow ; Seed of the Man-seed springing to stature and strength in my sun, Free with a limitless freedom no battles of men have won." ******* SHARLOT HALL, in Out West. NOVEMBER 1. One night when the plain was like a sea of liquid black, and the sky blazed with stars, we rode by a sheep-herder s camp. The flicker of a fire threw a glow out into the dark. A tall wagon, a group of sil houetted men, three or four squatting dogs, were squarely within the circle or illumination. And out side, in the penumbra of shifting half light, now show ing clearly, now fading into darkness, were the sheep, indeterminate in bulk, melting away by mysterious thousands into the mass of night. We passed them. They looked up, squinting their eyes against the daz zle of the fire. The night closed about us again. STEWART EDWARD WHITE, in The Mountains. NOVEMBER 2. THE DROUTH : 1898. No low of cattle from these silent fields Fills, with soft sounds of peace, the evening air ; No fresh-mown hay its scented incense yields From these sad meadows, stricken brown and bare. The brook, that rippled on its summer way, Shrinks out of sight within its sandy bed, Defenseless of a covert from the ray, Dazzling and pitiless, that beams o erhead. The rose has lost its bloom ; the lily dies ; Our garden s perfumed treasures all are fled ; The bee no longer to their sweetness flies, The humming-bird no longer dips his head. The butterfly that fairy-glancing thing Ethereal blossom of the light and air! No longer poises on its fluttering wing ; Tlow could it hover in this bleak despair? FRANCES M. Mn,:Mi, in For Today. 326 NOVEMBER 1. iNoVEMBER 2. 327 NOVEMBER 3. During this first autumn rain, those of us who are so fortunate as to live in the country are conscious of a strange odor pervading all the air. It is as though Dame Nature were brewing a vast cup of herb tea, mixing in the fragrant infusion all the plants dried and stored so carefully during the summer. When the clouds vanish after this baptismal shower, everything is charmingly fresh and pure, and we have some of the rarest of days. Then the little seeds, harbored through the long summer in earth s bosom, burst their coats and push up their tender leaves, till on hillside and valley-floor appears a delicate mist of green, which gradually confirms itself into a soft, rich carpet and all the world is verdure clad. Then we begin to look eagerly for our first flowers. MARY ELIZABETH PARSONS, in The Wild Flowers of California. NOVEMBER 4. In basketry the Porno Indians of California found an outlet for the highest conceptions of art that their race was capable of. Protected by their isolation from other tribes, they worked out their ideas undisturbed with every incentive for excellence they had reached a height in basketry when the American first disturbed them which has never been eoualed not only by no other Indian tribe, but by no other people in the world in any age. These stolid Indian women have a knowl edge of materials and their preparation, a delicacy of touch, an artistic conception of symmetry, of form and design, a versatility in varying and inventing beautiful designs, and an eye for color, which place their work on a high plane of art. CART, PURDY, in Out West. 328 NOVEMBER 3. NOVEMBER 4. NOVEMBER 5. WHEN IT RAINS IN CALIFORNY. When it rains in Californy It makes the tourist mad, But folks that s got the crops to raise Is feelin mighty glad; I stand out in the showers, Wet as a drownded rat, And watch the grain a-growin , And the cattle gettin fat. Sorry for them Easterners, Kickin like Sam Hill, But the sun-kissed land is thirsty And wants to drink its fill. Oh, hear the poppies laughin , And the happy mockers sing, When it rains in Californy, Through the glory of the spring. JOHN S. McGROARTY, in Just California. NOVEMBER 6. The broad valley had darkened. The mountains op posite had lost their sharp details and dulled to an opaque silver blue in the mists of twilight. They had become great shadow mountains, broad spirit masses. and seemed to melt imperceptibly from form to form toward the horizon There had come a harmony more perfect than life could ever give. It included all their love that had gone before and something greater, vaster all life, all nature, and all God. HAROLD S. SYMMES, in The Divine Benediction, Putnam s, Oct., 1906. 330 NOVEMBER 5. NOVEMBER 6. 331 NOVEMBER 7. AFTER THE RAIN. "Sweet fields stand dressed in living green," That late were brown and bare. The twitter of the calling birds With music fills the air. Was ever sky so heavenly blue Vlear shining after rain !" Was ever wind so soft and pure, To breathe away our pain ! Oh, roses white, and roses red, Your fragrant leaves unfold! Oil, lily, lift your chalice pure And show your heart of gold ! FRANCES MARGARET MII.NE, in For To-day. NOVEMBER 8. She does not appear in public, and her name is sel dom seen in the newspapers. She writes no books, de livers no lectures, paints no great pictures, but remains the inconspicuous, silent worker, blessing her home, reinforcing her husband, bringing up her children, and doing the most important work God has intrusted to the hands of a woman. She is still a great force in the nation; for the hand that rocks the cradle still rules the world. Whenever you find a great man, you will find a great woman. All successful men, it will be found, depend upon some woman. So Garfield thought when he kissed his mother after kissing the Bible, when made President of the. United States. REV. WTIJJAM RADER, in Lecture on Uncle Sam; or The Reign of the Com mon People. 332 NOVEMBER 7. NOVEMBER 8. 333 NOVEMBER 9. Found that "gracious hollow that God made" in his mother s shoulder that fit his head as pillows of down , never could. Cried when they took him away from it, when he was a tiny baby, "with no language but a cry." Cried once again, twenty-five or thirty years afterward, when God took it away from him. All the languages he had learned, and all the eloquent phras ing the colleges had taught him, could not then voice the sorrow of his heart so well as the tears he tried to check. ROBERT J. BURDETTE, in The Story of Rollo. NOVEMBER 10. Lovely color and graceful outline and clever texture are good things, but we need more, much more, for the making of a real picture. When the soul is brim ming with an overflowing bounty of beauty, all means are inadequate to express the fullness of its splendor. Man has not yet come to his full heritage, but every new mode of expression is an added language which brings him a little nearer to it. W. L. JUDSONV, in The Building of a Picture. The future of this country depends naturally upon the caliber of the succeeding generations, and if the Catholic Church is to succeed in California or else where along material as well as spiritual lines, it must keep the fear of God in our men and the love of child ren in our women, and if these two fundamental vir tues are thoroughly sustained, we need have no anx iety as to the future. JOSEPH SCOTT, in Speech at the Seattle Exposition 331 NOVEMBER 9. NOVEMBER 10. 335 NOVEMBER 11. BEAUTY. A hint is flung from the scene most fair That real beauty is not there ; That earth and blossom, sea and sky, Would be empty without the seeing eye, That form and color, movement and rhythm Are not true elements of heaven Till passed through transforming power of thought; For eye seeth only what soul hath wrought. Ah ! Beauty, thou the flowering art Of the upright mind and guileless heart. MARY RUSSELL MILLS. NOVEMBER 12. THE BRAKEMAN AT CHURCH. After asking the Brakeman if he had been to each of the leading churches, the querist finally suggested the Baptists. "Ah, ha!" he shouted. "Now you re on the Shore Line ! River Road, eh ? Beautiful curves, lines of grace at every bend and sweep of the river ; all steel rail and rock ballast; single track, and not a siding from the round-house to the terminus. Takes a heap of water to run it through ; double tanks at every station, and there isn t an engine in the shops that can run a mile or pull a pound with less than two gauges. * * * And yesterday morning, when the conductor came around taking up fares with a little basket punch, I didn t ask him to pass me ; I paid my fare like a little Jonah twenty-five cents for a ninety- minute run, with a concert by the passengers thrown in." ROBERT J. BURDETTE, Pastor Emeritus Temple Baptist Church, Los Angeles. 336 NOVEMBER 11. NOVEMBER 12. 337 NOVEMBER 13. Directly opposite sat a Chinese dignitary richly ap- parrelled, serene, bland, bearing with courteous equa nimity flirtatious overtures of an unattached blonde woman at his left, and the pert coquetry of a young girl at the other side. The mother of the girl ventured meek, unheeded remonstrances between mouthfuls of crab salad. * * * "But you have not answered my question," he re minded her. "Do you believe in affinities?" "I think that I do," hesitatingly. "You are not certain?" "N-o; if to have an affinity means to have a very dear friend, whom one trusts, and whom one desires to make happy "You speak as if you had such a friend in mind, he hazarded. "I have," she replied simply. "Happy man !" he sighed. "I referred to my St. Bernard dog." "Oh !" Protracted silence. "No use," he drawled. "My pride will not let me enter the lists with a St. Bernard." "That is not pride, but modesty," she asserted, and laughed. Her laughter reminded Horton of liquid sun shine, melted pearls, and sparkling cascades. IDA MANSFIELD WILSON, in According to Confucius. NOVEMBER 14. There s only one thing to do, there can be but one to say the thing your soul says, to live the life your heart wills, to die the death your imagination approves and your spirit sanctions ! MIRIAM MICHELSON, in Anthony Overman. 338 NOVEMBER 13. NOVEMBER 14. 339 NOVEMBER 15. Two LITTI.E CHINESE SISTERS. Their blouses were of pink silk, and their trousers of pale lavender. They wore gay head-dresses, and were indeed beautiful to look upon. ******* Sai Gee, a little-footed playmate of theirs, lived a few doors from them, and they had no difficulty in finding her home. Sai Gee was also dressed up in her gayest attire. * * * Sai Gee could play the flute. It was really wonderful. She sat upon a stool, over which an embroidered robe had been thrown, and played to them. Her hair was done in a coil back of her right ear, and her little brown face was sweet and wistful as she brought forth from the flute the most wonderful sounds. JESSIE Jui.iET KNOX, in Little Almond Blossoms. NOVEMBER 16. She was only a little yellow woman from Asia, with queer, wide trousers for skirts and rocker-soled shoes that flopped against her heels. Her uncovered black hair was firmly knotted and securely pinned and her eyes were black of color and soft of look. * * K She saw the morning sun push its way through a sea of amber and the nickel dome of the great observatory on Mount Hamilton standing ebony against the radiant East. She heard the Oriental jargon of the early hucksters who cried their wares in the ill-smelling alleys, and with tears she added to the number ot pearls which the dew had strewn upon the porch. W. C. MORROW, in The Ape, the Idiot and Other People 340 NOVEMBER NOVEMBER 16. 341 NOVEMBER 17. Sing is not included in the category of "goody- goody" boys. He is full of fun, and play, and willful pranks, and he sees the ridiculous side of everything quickly, but he seems naturally to accept only the good and to shun evil in any form. He is pure and inno cent by nature and seems attracted to every person of similar characteristics. He has discernment and watches the faces of people closely, .seeming to care more for their motives than for their deeds. NELLIE BLESSING EYSTER, in A Chinese Quaker. NOVEMBER 18. INDIAN ARROW HEADS FOUND IN CALIFORNIA. Obsidian is a beautiful, tianslucent volcanic rock, usually black, with cloudy flecks, as are seen in jade ; like jade it is so hard as to be capable of taking an edge like a razor. Flaked on its flat surface and often beautifully serrated on the edge, an arrowhead or a spearhead is in itself a thing of beauty and a work of art, whether the Indian manufacturer knew it or not. L. CLARE DAVIS in "Long Ago in San Joaquin," in Sunset Magazine. In a year, in a year, when the grapes are ripe, I shall stay no more away Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. In a year, in a year, when my time is past- Then I ll live in your love for aye. Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. JACK LONDON. 342 NOVEMBER 17. NOVEMBER 18. 343 NOVEMBER 19. Had California owed her settlement and civic life wholly to the vanguard of that pioneer host, which pressed steadily westward to Kansas and the Rock ies, the Golden State would not have today that liter ary flavor that renders her in a measure a unique fig ure among the western states of the country. JAMES MAIN DIXON, in California and Calif ornians in Literature. NOVEMBER 20. All things are but material reflections of mental im ages. This is realized in picture and statue in temple and machine. The picture is but a faint representa tion of the picture in the soul of painter. He did his best to catch it with brush and canvas. Had it not existed for him before the brush was in his hand, it would never have been painted. * * Concentration is the only mental attitude under which mental images (ideals) shape themselves into the material life. ^ As long as you hold an ideal before you that long is it shaping itself into your body, your business and into your social life. When you chanee your ideal then the new begins to shape itself. Have vou, like the sculptor, held to one till it carves itself "into the mar ble real?" Or have you taken the life-block and placed it into the hands of an Ideal today, another tomorrow, and another next day, till you have as many ideals as you have days? * * * Is not your life a composite of all these, not one complete? Concentration means hold ing to one ideal until your objective life becomes that mental picture. Thus it is true: I am that which 1 think myself to be. HENRY HARRISON BROWN, in Concentration: The Road to Success. 344 NOVEMBER 19. NOVEMBER 20. 345 NOVEMBER 21. The process which we call evolution is the return of the atom to God, or the extension of consciousness in the growing creation, and this process which unifies all that exists or can exist in our world is the working out of the One Purpose and Plan by the One Power. This is what we mean by the Spiritual Constitution of the Universe, and in the light of this thought every person, animal, plant and mineral, every atom and all force, all events and circumstances and conditions and objects are more or less intelligent and conscious ex pressions of the One Purpose and the One Life. Man is thus led to count nothing human foreign to him, and his inner eyes open to perceive Truth, Goodness and Beauty everywhere. BENJAMIN FAY MILLS, in The New Revelation. NOVEMBER 22. Laughter is the music of the soul. It is the sun fall ing on the rain drops. Laughter is the nightingale s voice in the night. It chases away care, destroys wor ry. It is the intoxicating cup of good nature, which cheers, but does not cheat. Laughter paints pictures, dreams dreams, and floods life with love. Blessed are the people who can laugh ! Laughter is religion and hope ; and the apostles of good nature, who see the bright side of life, the queer and funny things among men, the clowns in Vanity Fair, as well as the deep and terrible pathos of life, are missionaries of com fort and evangels of good health. REV. WILLIAM RADER, in Lecture on Uncle Sam; or The Reign of the Com mon People. 346 NOVEMBER 21. NOVEMBER 22. 347 NOVEMBER 23. Given so unique a climate as ours of Southern Cali fornia, one would expect it to be hailed gladly as a helper in the solution of this problem of how and where to build and how to adorn one s home. For it really meets the most trying items of the problem, making it a pure pleasure. Instead, then, of the styles which suit the winter- climate of other states, and which, transplanted here, have grown too often into mongrel specimens of for eign style and other times we should adapt our South ern California homes, first of all, to the climatic con ditions which prevail here. MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE, in The Mother of Clubs. NOVEMBER 24. Houses furnished in all the styles of modern deco rative art rise in all directions, embowered in roses, geraniums, heliotropes, and lilies that bloom the long year round and reach a size that makes them hard to recognize as old friends. Among them rise the banana, the palm, the aloe, the rubber tree, and the pampas-grass with its tall feathery plumes. Here and there one sees the guava, the Japanese persimmon, Japanese plum, or some similar exotic but grapes and oranges are the principal product. Yet there are groves of English walnuts almost rivaling in size the great orange orchards, and orchards of prunes, nectarines, apricots, plums, pears, peaches, and apples that are little behind in size or productiveness. T. S. VAN DYKE, in Southern California. 348 NOVEMBER 23. NOVEMBER 24. 349 NOVEMBER 25. He saw a great hall furnished in the most extrava gantly complete style of Indian art. The walls were entirely covered with Navaho and Hopi blankets. There was a frieze of Apache hide-shields, each painted with a brave s totem, and beneath, a solid cornice of buf falo skulls. Puma-skins carpeted the floor; at least a hundred baskets trimmed with wood-pecker and quail feathers were scattered about ; trophies of Indian bows, arrows, lances, war-clubs, tomahawks, pipes and knives decorated the wall spaces. Two couches were made up of Zuni bead-work ornaments and buck-skin embroid eries. In spite of all this, it was a tastefully designed room, rather than a museum, flaming with color and vibrant with vitality. GELETT BURGESS, in A Little Sister of Destiny. NOVEMBER 26. She sent a hundred messages out into the hills by thought s wonderful telegraphy. She saw the vellow- green of the new shoots ; the gray-green of the gnarled live oak; she felt that the mariposa was waking in the brown hillside. She almost heard the creamy bells of the tall yucca pealing out a hymn to the God who ex presses himself in continual creation. Then, O, wonder of wonders ! Over the same invisible wires came back the response : It all means love, the earth s rendings, the rains, winds, scorchings it all means love in the grand consummation, nothing but love. She thrilled to the wonder of it. ELIZABETH BAKER BOHAN in The Strength of the Weak. 350 NOVEMBER 25. NOVEMBER 26. 351 NOVEMBER 27. THE IDEAL CALIFORNIA EDITOR. The ideal editor must be a colossal, composite figure, one to whom no man of whatever age, race or color, is a stranger; one whose mobility of character and elasticity of temperament expands or contracts as oc casion demands, without deflecting in the least from the law of perfect harmony. He must know how to smile encouragement, frown disapproval, or, at an in stant s notice bow deferentially and attend with utmost courtesy to wearisome stories of stupid patrons, or listen to the fantastic schemes of radical reformers and, with apparent seriousness and ostensible amiability, nod acquiescence to the wild-eyed revolutionist upon whom he inwardly vows to keep a careful watch lest the fire-brand agitator commit serious public mischief. The ideal editor of the popular press must be the quint- escence of tact ; an adroit strategist, a sagacious chief executive, keenly critical, ably judicial, broad, gen erous, sympathetic, hospitable, aye, charitable, magnan imous, ready to forgive and forget, patient and long- suffering when subjected to the competitive lash of ad verse criticism, bearing calumny rather with quiet dig nity than stooping to low and vulgar forms of retalia tion. BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH, in Sunday Times Magazine. NOVEMBER 28. CALIFORNIA TO IRELAND. Great! Erect! Majestic! Free! Thrilled with life from sea to sea. See the Motherland uphold To the sky her Green and Gold. LAURENCE BRANNICK. 352 NOVEMBER 27. NOVEMBER 28. 353 NOVEMBER 29. And the books ! Without final data at hand, I in cline to believe that by the time the war came along to give us a new text, California had already, in a, dozen years, doubled the volume of American litera ture. In the same way, of course, that it was doubled again for our war literature was not mostly written upon the battle-field. In half a century this current has not ceased. It is a lean month even now which does not see, somewhere, some sort of book about Cal ifornia. It is certain that as much literature (using the word as it is used) has been written of Califor nia as of all the other states together. This means, of course, only matter in which the State is an essen tial, not an incident. CHARLES F. LUMMIS, in The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, June, 1902. NOVEMBER 30. By a queer sequence of circumstances, the essays, begun in the Lark, were continued in the Queen, and, if you have read these two papers, you will know that one magazine is as remote in character from the other as San Francisco is from London. But each has hap pened to fare far afield in search of readers, and be tween them I may have converted a few to my opti mistic view of every-day incident. To educate the British Matron and Young Person was, perhaps, no more difficult than to open the eyes of the California Native Son. The fogs that fall over the Thames are not very different to the mists that drive in through the Golden Gate, after all ! GEEETT BURGESS, in The Romance of the Commonplace. 354 NOVEMBER 29. NOVEMBER 30. 355 DECEMBER 1. The Bohemian Club, whose real founder is said to have been the late Henry George, was formed in the 70 s by newspaoer writers and men working in the arts or interested in them. Tt had grown to a membership of 750. It still kept for its nucleus painters, writers, musicians and actors, amateur and professional. They were a gay group of men, and hospitality was their evocation. Yet the thing which set this club off from all others in the world was the midsummer High Jinks. The club owned a fine tract of redwood forest fifty miles north of San Francisco. In August the whole Bohemian Club, or such as could get away from busi ness, went up to this grove and camped out for two weeks. On the last night they put on the Jinks proper, a great spectacle in praise of the forest with poetic words, music and effects done by the club. In late years this has been practically a masque or an opera It cost about $10,000. * * * The thing which made it possible was the art spirit which is in the Californian WILL IRWIN, in The City m That Was DECEMBER 2. Nearly all is now covered with a luxuriant growth of vegetation the most diverse, yet all of it foreign to the soil. Side by side are the products of two zones, reaching the highest stages of perfection, yet none oi them natives of this coast. Gay cottages now line the roads where so recently the hare cantered along the dusty cattle-trail; and vil lages lie brightly green with a wealth of foliage where the roaring wings of myriads of quail shook the air above impenetrable jungles of cactus. T. S. VAN DYKE, in Southern California. 356 DECEMBER 1, DECEMBER 2. 357 DECEMBER 3. * * * The chief and highest function of the Uni versity is to assert and perpetually prove that general principles laws govern Man, Society, Nature, Life; and to make unceasing war on the reign of temporary expedients. * * * There never was a period or a coun try in which the reign of fundamental law needed con stant assertion and more perpetual proof than our own period and our own country. * * * The living danger is that society may come to permanently distrust the rein of law. * * * A national or a personal life built on%xpedients of the day, like a house built on the sand, will inevitably come to ruin. PRESIDENT HODDEN, in Inaugural Address of University of California, 1886. DECEMBER 4. And now my story is told, the story of my work, and the story of my life. Looking back over all the long stretch of years that I have carried this heavy burden, though I should not care to assume it again, yet 1 am not sorry to have borne it. Of the various motives which urge men to the writing of books, per haps the most worthy, worthier by far than the love of fame, is the belief that the author has something to say which will commend itsself to his fellow-man, which perchance his fellow-man may be the better for hearing. If I have fulfilled in some measure even the first of these conditions, then has my labor not been in vain. HUBERT HowE BANCROFT, in Literary Industries. 35S DECEMBER 3. DECEMBER 4. 359 DECEMBER 5. LAW IN THE EARLY MINING-CAMPS. Here, in a new land, under new conditions, subjected to tremendous pressure and strain, but successfully re sisting them, were associated bodies of freemen bound together for a time by common interests, ruled by equal laws, and owning allegiance to no higher au thority than their own sense of right and wrong. They held meetings, chose officers, decided disputes, meted out a stern and swift punishment to offenders, and managed their local affairs with entire success; and the growth of their committees was proceeding at such a rapid rate, that days and weeks were often sufficient for vital changes, which, in more staid communities, would have required months or even years. CHARLES HOWARD SHINN, in Mining Camps. DECEMBER 6. New towns were laid out in the valleys to supply the camps, and those already established grew with as tonishing rapidity. Stockton, for instance, increased in three months from a solitary ranch-house to a can vas city of one thousand inhabitants. Sacramento also became a canvas city, whose dust-clouds whirled, and men, mules, and oxen toiled; where boxes, barrels, bales innumerable, were piled in the open air, no shel ter being needed for months. For the City Hotel, Sac ramento, thirty thousand "dollars per year was paid as rent, although it was only a small frame building. The Parker House, San Francisco, cost thirty thousand dol lars to build, . and rented for fifteen thousand dollars per month. CH ARJ.KS HOWARD SHINN, in Mining Camps. 3GO DECEMBER 5. DECEMBER 6. 361 DECEMBER 7. The prospector is the advance agent of progress, civ ilization and prosperity. * * * It is for the sight of a yellow streak in his pan that he has been tempted to en dure the fatigue, cold, and hunger of the mountains, and the heat, thirst and horror of the desert. The prospector is a man of small pretensions, of peaceful disposition, indomitable will, boundless perse verance, remarkable endurance, undoubted courage, irrepressible hopefulness, and unlimited hospitalirv He is the friend of every man till he has evidence that the man is his enemy, and he is the most respected man in the mining regions of the West. ARTHUR J. BURDTCK, in The Mystic Mid-Region. DECEMBER 8. To a little camp of 1848 a lad of sixteen came one day, footsore, weary, hungry, and penniless. There were thirty robust and cheerful miners at work in the ravine ; and the lad sat on the bank, watching them awhile in silence, his face telling the sad story of his fortunes. At last one stalwart miner spoke to his fel lows, saying: "Boys, I ll work an hour for that chap if you will." At the end of the hour a hundred dollars worth of gold dust was laid in the youth s handkerchief. The miners made out a list of tools and necessaries. "You go," they said, "and buy these, and come back. We ll have a good claim staked out for you. Then you ve got to paddle for yourself." Thus genuine and unconventional was the hospitality of the mining-camp. CHARLES HOWARD SHINN, in Mining Camps. 362 DECEMBER 7. DECEMBER 8. 363 DECEMBER 9. Down in the gulch bottoms were the old placer dig gings. Elaborate little ditches for the deflection of water, long cradles for the separation of gold, decayed rockers, and shining in the sun the tons and tons of pay dirt which had been turned over pound by pound in the concentrating of its treasure. Some of the old cabins still stood. It was all deserted now, save for the few who kept trail for the freighters, or who tilled the restricted bottom lands of the flats. Road-runners racked away down the paths; squirrels scurried over worn-out placers, jays screamed and chattered in and out of the abandoned cabins. And the warm Califor nia sun embalmed it all in a peaceful forgetfulness. STEWART EDWARD WHITE, in The Mountains. DECEMBER 10. GOD is EVERYWHERE. Under the grass, the flowers, and the sod Go deep enough and you will find God. The royal red-gold of the sunset glow A veil for His unseen face doth show. And all the star-cool vastnesses of night Still hide Him not from the Spirit s sight. ***** I will see Him in all. I will trust Him in all, I will love but the God, to the God will I call. Till God, full and perfect, every soul shall reveal, And God s glorious purpose each life shall fulfill ; Till the earth showeth whole, without break, without seam, Till God s truth and God s beauty stand clear and supreme. MARY RUSSELL MILLS, in Fellowship Magazine. DECEMBER 9. DECEMBER 10. 365 DECEMBER 11. THE KILLING OF THE DEVIL, AS TOLD IN THE LANGUE- DOC FOLK-TALE OF THE THREE STRONG MEN. Oh! that was a desperate struggle terrific and hor rible to see! The devil shrieked and howled; he scratched and bit; while Crowbar, dumb and purple in the face, gave telling blows with his fists. He could not strike the devil s head, because of the horns, and he could not grab his body, because it was so sleek and slimy. At length the devil s strength gave out. Crowbar siezed him by the throat, threw him on his back, put a knee upon his breast, and, with the cane in his right hand, gave him a blow between the horns that split his head in two. But he died hard. His head was split open, yet he was struggling, whipping the ground with his tail, and foaming at the mouth. At last he was still. SAMUEL JACQUES BRUN, in Talcs of Langucdoc. DECEMBER 12. FROM "AFTER HEARING PARSIFAL/ The century new announces, "Victory!" Through Music s witchery o er Sin and Hell Man is redeemed. The Christ is here! The Soul Now claims its own ! Nor hope nor fear Nor prayer nor hunger now, for lo ! tis here, The expected Kingdom God s and Man s! Tis here! Day-dawn has come ! The world-wide quest is o er ! The Grail was never losf ! Twas folded safe Within the petals of my heart, and thou Enchanter wise, reveal st to me, my Self! HENRY HARRISON BROWN, in Now, May, 1904. DECEMBER 11. DECEMBER 12. 367 DECEMBER 13. THE VOICE OF THE SNOW. Silently flying through the darkened air, swirling, glinting, to their appointed places, they seem to have taken counsel together, saying, "Come, we are feeble ; let us help one another. We are many, and together we will be strong. Marching in close, deep ranks, let us roll away the stones from these mountain .sepul- chers, and set the landscape free. Let us uncover these clustering domes. Here let us carve a lake basin ; there a Yosemite Valley; here, a channel for a river with fluted steps and brows for the plunge of songful cataracts. Yonder let us spread broad sheets of soil, that man and beast may be fed; and here pile trains of boulders for pines and giant sequoias. Here make ground for a meadow; there for a garden and grove." JOHN MUIR, in The Mountains of California. DECEMBER 14. It was winter in San Francisco not the picturesque winter of the North or South, but a mild and inter mediate season, as if the great zones had touched hands, and earth were glad of the friendly feeling. There is no breath from a cold Atlantic to chill the ardor of these thoughts. Our great, tranquil ocean lies in majesty to the west. It can fume and fret, but it does so in reason. It does not lash and storm in vain. FRANCES CHARLES, in The Siege of Youth. May the tangling of sunshine and roses never cease upon your path until after the snows of Winter have covered your way with whiteness. MARTIN V. MERLE, in The Vagabond Prince, Act IV. DECEMBER 13. DECEMBER 14. 369 DECEMBER 15. It was one of those wonderful warm winter days given to San Francisco instead of the spring 1 she has never experienced. After a week s rain the sun shone out of a sky as warmly blue as late spring brings in other climates. The world seemed in a very rapture of creation. The bay below the garden, new washed and sparkling like a pale emerald, spread gaily out. and the city s streets terraced down to meet ^ it. The peculiar delicacy and richness of California roses, coaxed by the softness of the climate to live out-doors sent up a perfume that hot-house flowers cannot yield The turf was of a thick, healthy, wet green, teeminQ with life. The hills beyond were green as summer in California cannot make them, and off to the west a train st the tender sky the cross on Lone Mountain was etched. MTRTAM MTCHELSON, in Anthony Overman. DECEMBER 16. The story is never fully told, and the power of paint or pen can never express entirely the Mory or the strength of the conception which impelled it. The best is "till withheld, inexpressible in human terms. Our best songs are still unsung; our best thoughts are still unuttered and must so remain until eves and ears and hands are quickened by a diviner life to a keener sensibility. W. L. JUDSON, in The Building of a Picture. Another value in dialect is the fact that sounds are often retained that are lost in the standard speech, or softer, sweeter tones are fostered and developed. JAMES MAIN DTXON, in Dialect in Literature. 370 DECEMBER 15. DECEMBER 16. 371 DECEMBER 17. It is a compensation for many ills to awaken some December morning and feel in the air the warmth of summer and see in the foliage the glad green of spring. Children play in the parks, and the sun shines, and even the older folks grew merry. * * * It had been such a day as comes during Indian summer in other coun tries. The air had been very kindly and had breathed nothing but gentleness toward man and vegetation. Toward February people would be out searching for wild flowers on the suburban hills. FRANCES CHARLES, in The Siege of Youth. DECEMBER 18. FROM THE FRENCH. How vain is life! Love s little spell, Hate s little strife, And then farewell ! How brief is life! Hope s lessening light With dreams is rife, And then good night! BLANCHE M. BURBANK. "Everyone for himself," is the law of the jungle. But slowly a new form of expression is shaping and we are beginning to take pride in the things _ that are "ours," rather than in that which alone is "mine." DANA W. BARTLETT, in Our Government in Social Service, or a Nation at Work in Human Uplift. 372 DECEMBER 17. DECEMBER 18. 373 DECEMBER 19. "BACK THERE." "Back there," the gambler-wind the snow is shuffling, Flake after flake down dealing in despair; The bladeless field, the birdless thicket muffling, But now no more the river s stillness ruffling. Oh, bitter is the sky, and blank its stare Back there! "Back there," the wires are down. The blizzard, meaning No good to man or beast, shakes loose his hair. The storm-bound train and locomotive preening His sable plume, the ferry-boat, careening Between the ice-cakes, icy fringes wear Back there ! TRACY and LUCY ROBINSON in Out West. DECEMBER 20. "OUT HERE." "Out Here," a mocker trills his carol olden, High-perched upon some eucalyptus near. The meadow lark replies; oranges golden Peer from the green wherewith they are enfolden, And perfume fills the winey atmosphere Out Here! "Out Here," through virgin soil, in sunlight mellow Ay, and in moonlight! man his plow may steer, Nor lose life s edge in friction with his fellow; Nor, parchment-bound, with yellowing creeds turn yellow, But feel his heart grow younger every year Out Here! TRACY and LUCY ROBINSON in Out West. 374 DECEMBER 19. DECEMBER 20. 375 DECEMBER 21. HAPPY HEART. As I go lightly on my way I hear the flowers and grasses talk: I listen to the gray-beard rock: 1 know what tis the tree-tops say. A thousand comrades with me walk As I go lightly on my way. As I go lightly on my way A bonnie bird a greeting sings, And gossip from a far clime brings;^ A grumbling bee growls out "Good-day"; A jest the saucy chipmonk flings, As I go lightly on my way. As I go lightly on my way The brook trips by with dancing feet, And Song and Laughter soft repeat Their cadence as I watch its play; And whispers low the wind, and sweet, As I go lightly on my way. CHARLES E. JENNEY, in Country Life in America, September, 1902. DECEMBER 22. EUCALYPTUS BLOSSOMS. I fell asleep beneath a fragrant Arrow-leafed tree; And all night long its drooping branches Showered sweet dreams on me. But when the dawn-wind stirred the tree tops I saw, oh wondrous sight ! My dreams, pale spheres amid the leafage, Ethereal, poised for flight. MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON, in Out West Magazine. 376 DECEMBER 21. DECEMBER 22. DECEMBER 23. To MODJESKA. Crowned with the glory of artistic achievement, with the love and devotion of friends and family, with the homage of the world, her royal yet sweet and gentle spirit has risen from the earth to shine above like a brilliant star, perpetually transmitting its pure white light to a reverently admiring multitude. BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH, Inscribed on banner accompanying floral tribute of the Fine Arts League. NIGHT ON THE DESERT. All daylight he followed through endless hot marches The trail of a plodding desire: Now with night he has lost the fierce fever of getting, Adrowse by his dull-embered fire. Immeasurable silences compass him over, His body grows one with the streams Of sands that slide and whisper around him; The stars draw his soul : and he dreams. MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON, in Pall Mall Magazine. DECEMBER 24. CHRISTMAS. The sun s glory lies on the mountain Like the glow of a golden dream, Or the flush on a slumbering fountain ^ That wakes to dawn s roseate beam. So the year s day dies in a glory, And dying, like sunrays unfurled, Casts the peace and love of Christ s story Over the heart of the world. HAROLD T. SYMMES. 378 DECEMBER 23. DECEMBER 24. 379 DECEMBER 25 AND 26. THE NAZARINE. A. manger-cradled child, his mother near, And one they call his father standing by, Shepherd and Magi, with the gifts they bear, An angel chorus rolling through the sky Once more the sacred mystery we scan, And wonder if the Christ be God s best gift to man. Pale, patient Pleader, for the poor and those "Whose hearts are homes of sorrow and of pain, Thy voice is as a balm for all their woes ; Through twenty centuries it calleth plain As when it breathed the invitation blest "Ye weary, come to Me, and I will give you rest." Reason may seek to ruin, science scorn, But that great love of Thine hath made us wise In wisdom not of understanding born, That bids us turn to Thee with longing eyes And outstretched hands. We know that Thou art He. Nor do we seek a sign as did the Pharisee. Sweet festival that bringeth back once more The golden dreams of childhood, let us turn Like little children to the Christmas lore That once did hold us spellbound, till we learn Again the lesson of Thy love ; for we .M ist be like children. Lord, ere we can come to Thee. LOUTS ALEXANDER ROBERTSON, in Cloistral Strains. 380 DECEMBER 25. DECEMBER 26. DECEMBER 27. MEMORIES. I watched the dying embers, my vision blurred apace I trod once more that hallowed ground, of kith, of kin, of race. I saw again the turf-fire send its living flame on high, Saw youthful figures grouped around the Yule board, laden, nigh. The latch went up, the neighbors came and instantly good cheer Went round the festive gathering till the Christ-child hour drew near, The piper played, the dance began, and child and par ent fond Tripped back and forth, tripped high and low, with smile of loving bond. ELLEN DWYER DONOVAN, in The Christinas Card. DECEMBER 28. MOUNT SHASTA. As lone as God, and white as Winter moon. Mount Shasta s peak looks down on forest gloom. The storm-tossed pines and warlike-looking firs Have rallied here upon its silver spurs. Eternal tower, majestic, great and strong, So silent all, except for Heaven s song For Heaven s voice calls out through silver bars To Shasta s height; calls out below the stars, And speaks the way, as though but quarter rod From Shasta s top unto its maker, God. WILLIAM F. BURBANK. DECEMBER 27. DECEMBER 28. 383 DECEMBER 29 AND 30. WHERE THE CREAMY YUCCA BLOOMS. Say mate, I m in the foothills ; Got a tent to sleep in nights, Far away from beaten highways And the talk of human rights ; Far away from din and tumult, Where the greed of pelf consumes I ve a corner, here, of heaven Where the creamy yucca blooms. ***** God ! the newborn sense of freedom ! Down in chain and bo?, and bar, Rent the vain that kept in hiding Lore of sky and silver star. Wisdom dwelleth not in cities ; "Fis the foothill night illumes Where the insects chant their hymnals, And the creamy yucca blooms. ***** Get a move on, mate, come out here. Leave the deadly fever-dreams Of the street and of the market Where the "rocky yellow" gleams. Here you live in every moment, And the soul its own assumes In this blessed bit of heaven, Where the creamy yucca blooms. ELIZABETH BAKER BOHAN, in ll cst Coast Magazine. 384 DECEMBER 29. DECEMBER 30. 1 3 3Sn DECEMBER 31 EI.ECTRJCJTY ON THE COMSTOCK. Born from nothing, it leaps into existence with the full-fledged strength of a giant, dies, is born again; lives a thousand lives and dies a thousand deaths in a single pulsating second of time. It soars to every height, plunges to every depth, and stretches its vast arms throughout illimitable space. It plants the first blush upon the cheek of dawn; with brush of gold upon the glowing canvas of the west, it tells the story of the dying day. At its mere whim and caprice, a thousand pillars of light leap from the dark and sullen seas which surge about the poles, while from its shimmering loom * it weaves the opalescent tapestry of the aurora to hang against the black background of the arctic night. It rouses nature from her winter sleep, breaks the icy fetters of the frost that binds the streams, lifts the shroud of snow from off the landscape, woos the ten der mold and bids the birth of bud and blossom; dow ers the flower with, perfume and clothes the earth with verdure of the spring. It rides the swift courses of the storms that circle round the bald crest of old Mount Davidson; cleaves the black curtain of the night with scimitar of flame, rouses the lightnings from their couch of clouds and wakes the earthquake. Beneath its touch, the beetling crag, which took om nipotence a thousand years to rear, crumbles into dust, the mere plaything of the idle wind; it lays its hand upon the populous city with its teeming, restless mul titude. And yesterday, where stood the glittering spire, the shining tower, the frowning battlement, today the cold gray ocean rolls in undisputed might. It gathers the doings of the day from the four cor- 386 DECEMBER 31 387 ners of the world, the tales of love and death, of fire and flood, of strife and pestilence, and under eight tnousand miles of shivering sea, whispers the babble cf two hemispheres. It turns the wheels of peace where poor men toil, and helps the husbandman to plow ana plant and reap his whispering grain. It rides the wings of war where brave men die ; and when it stalks between contending hosts, exalts the kingly crest and helps an empire plant its flag of con quest. It glows in lonely attics where weary workers toil to earn their crust. It shines o er scenes where feet of feasters tread the halls of revelry. It lights the mourners on their pathway to the tomb. It glares in haunts where jeweled fingers lift the cup of pleasure to the mouth of sin, mid the sobbing of the_ sensuous music and flow of forbidden wine; and speeding on its way illumes the dim cathedral aisle, where surpliced priest proclaims the teachings of the master, and gold en-throated choirs lift their hosanna.^ to the King of Kings. It was the Maker s ally at the dawn of time, and when God from the depths of infinite space, said Let there be light," it sent the pulse of life along creation s veins, baptized earth s cold brow with floods of fire, and stood the sponsor of a cradled world. SAM P. DAVIS. 388 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES ANGIER, BELLE SUMNER, (Mrs. Walter Burn.) Special training in floricultural and horticultural sub jects. Staff writer on Los Anodes Times and Los Angeles Express. 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The Denby Children at the Fair. D. C. Cook Co. Address: 621 E. 15th St.. East Oakland, Calif. BANCROFT, HUBERT HOWE, b. May 5. 1832, Granville, Ohio. lid. Granville Academy until sixteen years of age. Clerk in bookstore in Buffalo, N. Y. Came to San Francisco March, 1852. While building up a large book-selling and publishing house, Mr. Ban croft worked for 30 years on the colossal history which bears his name, issued in Vols. as follows : The Na tive Races of the Pacific States, 5 vols. History of Central America, 3 vols. History of Mexico, 6 vols. North Mexican States and Texas. 2 vols. California, 7 vols. Arizona and New Mexico, 1 vol. Colorado and Wyoming, 1 vol. Utah and Nevada, 1 vol. North west Coast, 2 vols. Oregon, 2 vols. Washington, Idaho and Montana, 1 vol. British Columbia, 1 vol. Alaska, 1 vol. California Pastoral, 1 vol. California Inter Pocula, 1 vol. Popular Tribunals, 2 vols. Essays and Miscellany, 1 vol. Literary Industries, 1 vol. Also Bock of the Fair, Book of Wealth, Resources of Mex ico, The New Pacific, etc. Address: 2898 Jackson St.. San Francisco. 392 BAXDIXI, HELEX ELLIOTT (Mrs. Arturo), b. Indianapolis. Hd. in public schools. Came to Califor nia in 1874 when father was president of Indiana Col ony, which founded Pasadena. Writer for newspapers and magazines. Author: History of California (Am. Book Co.) The Romance of California History (in press.) Address: 1149 San Pasqual St.. Pasadena Calif. BARTLETT, DAXA WEBSTER, b. Banger, Ale. Oct. 27, 1860. Ed. Iowa College (Grinnell, la.,) 1882. Attended Yale and Chicago Theol. Sems. Pastor Phil lips Church. Salt Lake. Since 1896 pastor Bethlehem Inst. Church. Los Angeles, which now covers six city lots. Author: The Better City: "Our Government in Social Service." Address: Bethlehem Institutional Church, Los Angeles, Calif. BARUCH, BERTHA HIRSCH, b. Province of Posen, Germany. Came to NCW T London, Conn., with father in 1876. Wrote poetry in her teens and was en couraged by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop in her literary efforts. Active in College Settlement and Univ. Ext. work. Attended Penn. Univ. and Yale. On editorial staff Los Angeles Times. Address: 1168 W. 36th St., Los Angeles, Calif. BASHFORD, HERBERT, b. Sioux City, la., 1871. Contributor to leading magazines on literature and the drama. Author: The Wolves of the Sea; The Tenting of the Tillicums ; At the Shrine of Song, etc. Writer of several successful plays, The Defiance of Doris, etc. Address: San Jose, Calif. BIXGHAM, HELEX. b. San Francisco, Aug. 23, 1885. ltd. private tutors, with special reference to Archaeology. Author: In Tamal Land. $2.00. Ad dress: 785 Cole St., San Francisco, Calif. 393 BLAND, HENRY MEADE, b. Suisun, Solano Co., Calif., April 21, 1863. Ed. public schools, University of the Pacific (Ph.D., 1890), Stanford University (M.A., 1895). Professor English Literature since 1898 at State Normal School, San Jose. Contributor leading magazines. Author: A song of Autumn and Other Poems, 1908. $1.00. Address: State Normal School, San Jose, Calif. BOHAN, MRS. ELIZABETH BAKER, b. Eng land, August 18. When 4 years old came to Milwaukee, Wise. Ed. in public schools. Married in Milwaukee and beo an to write short stories, poems, and philo sophical articles. Author: The Drag-net, 1909, C. M. Clark, Boston. The Strength of the Weak, Grafton Co., Los Angeles $1.50 each. Address: 1844 Santa Cruz vStreet, Los Angeles, California. BOOTHE, CHARLES BEACH, b. Stratford, Conn.. July 3, 1851. Ed. Stratford Acad. 1894 came to Los Angeles. Pres. Nat. Irrigation Congress, 1896-7. Writer on Conservation of National Resources. Ad dress: Los Angeles, Calif. BRANNICK, LAURENCE, b. Scardene, Co. Mayo. Ire., May 24, 1874. Ed. St. Jarlath s College, Tuam and Maynooth College. B. A. 1907 Univ. S. Calif. Writer for papers and magazines. Especially interested in per petuation of Gaelic language. Address: Station K., Los Angeles, Calif. BRIGMAN, MRS. ANNIE W., b. Honolulu, Dec. 3. Came to California in young girlhood. Writer of verses to accompany her own artistic photographs. Ad dress: 647 32nd St., Oakland, Calif. BRININSTOOL. E. A., b. Warsaw, Wyoming Co.. N. Y., October 11, 1870. Attended common school until 17. In 1887 learned printer s trade. In 1895 came 394 to Calif. In 1900 began to write humorous verse for the Los Angeles Times, Record, Examiner and Ex press. Since 1905 on Los Angeles Express in editorial paragraphs and a short column of verse and miscella neous matter, dubbed, "Lights and Shadows." Address: The Express. Los Angeles, Calif. BROOKS. FRED EMERSON, b. Waverly, N. Y.. Dec. 5. 1850. Grod. Madison (now Colgate) Univ.. 1873. Lived in S. F. 1873-1891. S. F. Call styled him California s Celebration Poet. Writer of plays, mag azine articles, etc. Author: Old Ace and Other Po ems. Pickett s Charge and Other Poems, (both by Forbes & Co., Chicago.) Address: 564 W. 182nd St., Xew York. BROWN, HENRY HARRISON, b. June 26, 1840. L T xbridge, Mass. Ed. at public schools, Nichols Acad emy at Dudley, Mass., and Meadville, Perm., Divinity School. Began to teach school when he was 17, and with the exception of three years in service during the Civil War continued teaching till he was 30. Preacher in Unitarian churches for 7 years ; lectured for 17 years on reformatory topics. Pub. in San Fran cisco from I960 to 1906. Now: A Journal of Affirma tion. Is contributor to progressive magazines and lec tures extensively. Author: Concentration: The Road to Success. 50c and $1.00. How to Control Fate Through Suggestion. 25c. Not Hypnotism, But Sug gestion. 25c. Man s Greatest Discovery. 25c. Self Healing Through Suggestion. 25c. The Call of the Twentieth Century. 25c. Dollars Want Me: The New Road to Opulence. lOc. Address: "Now" Home, Glenwood. Santa Cruz Co., Calif. BRUN, SAMUEL JACQUES, b. Mime, Province of Gard, France, of Huguenot parents. Grad. French 395 Univ. Instructor in French at Haverford College, Cornell Univ., Stanford Univ. Now an attorney. Author: Tableaux de la Revolution (a French reader, 9th ed.) Tales of Languedoc (Folk Lore.) $1.50. Ad dress: 110 Sutter St., and 1467 Willarcl St., San Fran cisco. BRUN, MRS. S. J., nee Hanna Otis, b. Auburn, N. Y. Writer for magazines. Address: 1467 Willard St., San Francisco. BURBANK, BLANCHE M., b. West Troy, N. Y. Has lived most of her life in California. Has written poems for the magazines. Author: Reed Notes, 1905. Address: Union Square Hotel, San Francisco, Calif. BURBANK, LUTHER, b. Lancaster, Mass., March 7, 1849. Ed. at Lancaster, and in the schools of adversity. Nature, and prosperity. Author: The Training of the Human Plant. Address: Santa Rosa, Calif. BURBANK, WM. F., b. in San Francisco. Hd. Oak land High School and State University. Written po ems for magazines, etc. Address: Union Square Hotel, San Francisco, Calif. BURDETTE, ROBT. JONES, b. July 30, 1844. Greensboro, Greene Co., Penn. Grad. High School, Peoria, 111., 1861. D. D. Kalamazoo College, 1905! Writer on Peoria Transcript and Evening Review. Writer and afterwards editor Burlington Hawkeye. Large contributor to newspapers and magazines. Pas tor Temple Baptist Church, July, 1903, to August, 1909. Resigned through ill health. Author: The Sons of Asaph. The Life of William Penn. Smiles Yoked With Sighs, 19CO. Rise and Fall of a Mustache, 1877. Chimes From a Jester s Bells, 1897. Address: Sunny- crest, Orange Grove Ave., Pasadena, Calif. 396 BURGESS, GELETT, b. Boston, January 30, 1866. lid. public schools, Boston. (/ /-</</. Massachusetts In stitute Technology, B. S.. 1887. Instructor topo. drawing University of California, 1891-4 \ss Ed The Wave, 1894-5. Edited Lark. San Francisco, 1895- 7. Author: Vivette. (novelette.) Copeland & Dav 1897. $1.25. The Lively City O Ligg, (Juvenile) F \ Stokes Co., 1899. $1.50. Goops, and How to be Them (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1900. $1.50. A Gage of Youth, (Poems, chiefly from "The Lark.") Small Maynard & Co., 1901. $1.00. The Burgess Nonsense Book, (Prose and Verse.) Stokes Co., 1901. $2.00. The Romance of the Commonplace. Elder & Shep herd, S. F., 1901. $1.50. More Goops. and How Not to Be Them, (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1903. $1.50. The Reign of Queen Tsyl. Short stories in collaboration with WILL IRWIN. McClure, Phillips & Co., 1903. $1.50. The Picaroons. Short stories in collaboration with WILL IRWIN. McClure, Phillips & Co., 1904. $1.50. The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne. (Satire and Parody.) Stokes, 1904. 75c. Goop Tales. (Juvenile ) Stokes Co., 1904. $1.50. A Little Sister of Destiny. (Short Stories.) Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1904, $1.50. The White Cat. (Novel.) Bobbs-Merrill Co.. 1907. $1.50. The Heart Line. (Novel.) Bobbs-Merrill Co. 1907. $1.50. The Maxims of Methuselah. (Satire and Parody.) Stokes Co., 1907. 75c. Blue Goops and Red. (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1909. $1.35 net. Lady Mechante. (4- wart Novel.) Stokes Co., 1909. $1.50. Address: 1285 Commonwealth Ave., Boston, Mass. CARR, SARAH PRATT, b. Maine, 1850. Taken to California 1852. Ed. in public schools of California. Wrote for newspapers and magazines. Short time Unitarian minister. Author: The Iron Way, Me Clurg s. $1.50. Waters of Eden, run serially in Alas- ka-Yukon magazine. Billy Tomorrow. (Juvenile hook.) McClurg s. Address: The Hillcrcst, Seattle, Wash. - CARTER, CHARLES FRANKLIN, b. Waterhury, Conn., July 19, 1862. Grad. School of Fine Arts, Yale University. Pupil of J. Alden Weir, New York City. Resided in California 1891-95, 1898-1900. Author: The Missions of Nueva California, 1900. The Whitaker & Ray Company. $1.50. Out of print. Some By- Ways of California, 1902. The Graft >n Press, New York. $1.25. Address: 232 S. Main St., Waterbury, Conn. CHARLES, FRANCES, b. San Francisco, Cal., April 10, 1872. Hd. S. F. public schools. Author: In the Country God Forgot. The Siege of Youth. The Awakening of the Duchess. Pardner of Blossom Range. All by Little, Brown & Co. $1.50 each. Ad dress: 370 26th Ave., Richmond District, San Fran cisco, Calif. CHENEY, JOHN VANCE, b. Groveland. N. Y., Dec. 29, 1848. Grad. Temple Hill Acad., Geneseo, N. Y., at 17. Practiced law, 1875. Came to California in 1876. Librarian Pub. Library, San Francisco, 1887-94. Newberry Lib., Chicago, 1894-1909. Author: The Old Doctor, 1881. Thistle Drift (poems) 1887. Wood Blooms, 1888. The Golden Guess, 1872. That Dome in Air, 1895. Queen Helen, 1895. Out of the Silence, 1897. Lyrics, 1901. Poems, 1905. Editor 3 Caxton Club pubs. Address: 3390 Third St., San Diego, Calif. CLARK, GALEN, 96 years old. Went to Yosemite in 1853. Known as Father of Yosemite. Author: Big Trees of California : Their History and Characteristics. The Indians of Yosemite : Their History, Customs and Traditions. $1.00. Paper 50c. Address: 216 llth St. Oakland, Calif. 398 CONNOLLY, JAMES, b. County Cavan, Ireland July 12, 1842. In 1852 came to Dennis. Mass. ltd. public schools. At 13 went to sea, at 18 second mate, at 21 first mate. Later master. For 18 years has re sided at Coronado. Writer of ^oems and short stories for magazines. Author: The Jewels of King Art. Address: Coronado, Calif. COX, PALMER, b. Granby, Quebec. Can., April ^28, 1840. Grad. Granby Academy. In 1862 came to San Francisco via. Panama. Contributed to Golden Era. Alta California, and Examiner, etc. Author: Squibs of California. 1874. (Later republished as Comic Yarns.) Hans Von Petter s Trip to Gotham. How Columbus Found America. That Stanley." Queer Peo ple. All now o. p. Then he invented the Brownies and in quick succession were published The Brownies. Their Book; Another Book; The B. s at Home; The B. s Around the World; The B. s Through the Union; The B. s Abroad: The B. s in the Philippines. $1.50 each. The B. Clown in B. Town. $1.00. The P>. Primer. 40c. All by Century Co. The B. Calendar, McLoughlin Bros.. N. Y. $1.00. Palmer Cox s Brown ies. Spectacular play. The B. s in Fairyland (Child ren s Cantata.) Also articles in leading magazines. Address: Pine View House, East Quogue, L. I. DAGGETT, MARY STEWART, b. Morristown, O.. May 30, 1856. Rd. Steubenville, O .. Seminary, 1873. Writer for newspapers and magazinefs. Author: Mari- posilla, 1895. The Broad Isle, 1899. Address: Co lumbia Hill, Pasadena, Calif. DAVIS, SAM P., b. Branford, Conn., April 4, 1850. Xcwspaper and magazine writer for 40 years. Lec turer and public speaker also politician. Author: One- book Short Stories and Poems, and The First Piano 399 in Camp. Address: Public Industrial Commission, Carson City, Nevada. DILLON, HENRY CLAY, b. Lancaster, Wis., Nov. 6, 1846. lid. public schools and Lancaster Academy. Grud. Racine College, 1872 (Gold Medalist, 1870.) Came to California in 1888. Writer of clever short stories and law. Lecturer on Common Law Plead ing, etc., University of Southern Calif. Address: Colo rado Orchards, Long Beach, Calif., and Los Angeles, Calif. DONOVAN, ELLEN DWYER, b. Castletown, Beara, Co. Cork, Ire. lid. Academy Sisters of Mercy. Came to Calif, and contributor to leading magazines on Art Criticism. Writer of short stories. Will shortly publish a Romance of Ireland in the Nineteenth Cen tury. Address: Ashbury St., San Francisco, Calif. EDHOLM-SIBLEY, MARY CHARLTON, b. Free- port, 111., Oct. 28, 1854. lid. public schools and college. Writer and lecturer on social and economic subjects. Founded Lucy Charlton Memorial for unfortunate wo men and children, in Oakland. Author: Traffic in Girls. 30c. Sales go to help the Memorial. Address: 904-6 Security Bldg., Los Angeles, Calif. EDWARDS, ADRIADNE HOLMES, b. Placerville. Cal., May 7. Student of Grand Opera. Writer and composer of songs. Author: My Nightingale, Sing On (words and music.) O Bonniest Lassie Yet. En ticement. Address: Hotel Hargrave. 112 W. 72nd St., New York. EMERSON, WILLIS GEORGE, b. near Blakes- burg, Monroe Co., Iowa, March 28, 1856. lid. district school, Union Co., la. Attended Knox College, Gales- burg, 111. Studied law. Admitted to practice in !)is trict U. S. and other courts. Taught country school 400 for four years. Platform orator. His speech replying to "Coin" Harvey s Financial School was issued as a Republican campaign document, 1896, and in 1900 over half a million copies of his speech on sound money were circulated throughout the country. Author: Win ning Winds, 1901. Fall of Jason, 1901. My Pardner and I, 1901. Buell Hampton. 1902. The Builders, 1905. The Smoky God, 1908. Has written over 100 stories of travel and sketches of mining camps and mountain scenery. Address: Los Angeles, Calif. EVANS, TALIESIX, b. Manchester, Eng., Nov. 8. 1843. lid. private schools England and Wales. Author: Fisher s Advt. Guide to Calif., 1870. Editor and author of Popular History of Calif. (Revised and enlarged. First edition by Lucia Norman), 1883. American Cit izenship. 1892. Municipal Government. 1892. Address: 212 Fourth St., Oakland, Calif. EYSTER, MRS. NELLIE BLESSING, b. Freder ick, Md. Lived in California since 1876. Active in W.C.T.U.. Indian and Chinese mission work. Con tributor to magazines. Lost the MSS. of two books in S. F. lire of 1906. Author: Sunny Hours, or The Child Life of Tom and Mary. Chincapin Charlie. On the Wing. Tom Harding and His Friends. A Colo nial Roy. A Chinese Quaker. Address: 2618 Hillc- gass Ave., Berkeley, Calif. FAIRBANKS, HAROLD WELLMAN, b. Cone- wango, Cattaraugus Co.. N. Y., Aug. 29, 1860. ltd. State Normal, Fredonia, N. Y. Grnd. B. S.. University Mich.. 1890. Ph. D., University Calif., 1896. Engaged in geological and geographical work : State Mining Bureau, 1890-1894. Asst. U. S. Geological Survey, 1897-98. Author: text books: Stories of Our Mother Earth. 60e. Nome Geography. Rocks and Minerals. 401 All by Kcl. Pub. Co., Boston. Physiography of Call fornia. Macmillan. The Western United States. P. C. Heath. Practical Physiography for High Schools. Allyn Bacrn. Address: Arch St., Berkeley, Calif. FORBES, MRS. A. S. C. (nee Harryc Smith) b. Pennsylvania. Came California 1895. Works for re- establishment of El Camino Real. Created and estab lished Nat. Naval Memorial. Author: Mission Tales in Pays of the Dons. $1.50. California Missions and Landmarks. 25c. Address: 1104 Lyndon St., South Pasadena, Calif. GATES, ELEANOR (Mrs. R. W. Tully.) Ed. Stanford, Univ. of Calif. Leaped into fame with her first book. Biography of a Prairie Girl, first pub. in Century Magazine. Author: Biography of a Prairie Girl, 1904. The Plow Woman, 1907. Cupid, the Cow Punch, 1908. Good Night, 1908. Address: Alma, Calif. GUINN, J. M., writer of History of Southern Cali fornia. Secretary S. Cal. Hist. Soc. Member Los An geles Board of Education. Address: 5539 Monte Yi>ia St., Los Angeles, Calif. HART, JEROME ALFRED, b. San Francisco. Sept. 6, 1854. Ed. Cal. public schools. Asso. editor, 1880-91, editor, 1891-1906. San Francisco Argonaut, to which contributed letters of foreign travel (1887-1904), and translations from French. German, Spanish, etc. Sec. 1880-91, pres. 1891-1906. of The Argonaut Publishing Co. Author: Argonaut Letters, 1900. Two Argonauts in Spain, 1904. A Levantine Log Hook, 1905. Argo naut Stories (edited) 1906. Contributor to magazines, etc. Address: Wcyewolde, Santa Clara Co., Calif. IIIBBARI), GRACE, b. Mass. /</. in Mass. Author: Wild Poppies. Moulton. Buffalo. N. V. $1.00. Cali 402 fornia Violets. Robertson, S. F. $1.00. Wild Roses of California. Robertson. $1.0(1 Forget-Me-Nots From California. Robertson. $1.00. Booklets: Mori- California Violets. 25c. California Christmas Songs. 25c. Daffodils. 25c. Songs of the Sainisen. 25c. Xcath Monterey Pines. 25c. Del Monte Oaks. 25e. Santa Clans Cheated, and Other Cbristinas Stories. Twenty-eight poems have been set to nmsie. .-Id dress: Pacilic Grove. Calif. HOLDEN, EDWARD SINGLETON, b. St. Louis. Nov. 5, 1846. Grad. Wash. I niv.. 1866. West Point 1870. Pros. Univ. of Cal. 1885 8. Director Lick Ob servatory 1888-98. Librarian I". S. Military Acad. since 1901. Author: many scientific works. See Who s \\no. Handbook Lick Observatory, 1888. Mountain Observatories, 1896. Pacific Coast Earthquakes, 1898, etc. Address: West Point, N. V., and Century Clnb. New York. HOWARD, CLIFFORD, b .October 12. 18(>8. Beth lehcm, Pcnn! Came to Calif, in 1906. Author: Thoughts in Verse. 1895; (out of print.) Sex Worship: An Exposition of the Phallic Origins of Religion, 1897. $1.50. The Story of a Young Man: a Life of Christ. 1898. $2.50. Graphology, 1904. 50c. Curious Facts. 191)5. 50c. Washington as a Center of Learning, 1905. $1.00. The Passover. What Happened at Olenberg. Address: Los Angeles. Calif. HUNT, ROCKWELL DENNIS, b. Sacramento, Calif., Feb. 3, 1868. Grad. Napa College. Ph. B., 1890. A.M.. 1902. Johns Hopkins Univ. Ph.D., 1895. Prof. Hist. Napa College, 1891-3. Prof. Hist, and Political Sc., Univ. of Pacific, 1895-1902. Prin. San Jose High School, 1902-1908. Lect. Stanford Uniy., 1898. Prof. Economics and Sociology, Univ. of S. Calif., 1908, 403 Author: California the Golden. Address: 1319 \V 37th Place, Los Angeles, Calif. 1RWIN, WALLACE, b. Oneicla, N. Y., Mar. 15, 1875. Grad. Denver High School, 1895. At Stanford Univ., 1896-9. Special writer S. F. Examiner, Ed. S. F. News-Letter 1901, and Overland Monthly 1902. Author: Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum. Paul Elder, S. F. 25c and 50c. Rubaiyat of Omar Khyyam, Jr. Paul Elder, S. F. 50c and 75c. Nautical Lays of a Lands man. Dodd, Mead Co., N. Y. $1.00. At the Sign of tne Dollar. Duffield & Co., N. Y. $1.00. Chinatown Ballads. Duffield & Co., N. Y. $1.00. Random Rhymes and Odd Numbers. Macmillan Co., N. Y. $1.50. Shame of the Colleges. Outing Pub. Co. Letters of a Japanese Schoolboy. Doubleday, Page & Co. $1.50. Address: 273 W. 84th St., New York. IRWIN, WILL, b. Oneicla, N. Y., Sept. 14, 1873. Grad. Denver High School, 1892. Stanford Univ. A. B. 1899. Contr. fiction, etc.. to mags. Ed. S. F. Wave 1900. Ed. McClurc s 1906-7. Author: Stanford Sto ries (with C. K. Field), 19CO. The Reign of Queen Isyl (with Gelett Burgess), 1903. The Picaroons (with G. Burgess), 1904. The Hamadyads (verse), 1904. The City That Was, 1907. Address: 42 E. 28th St., New York. JAMES, GEORGE WHARTON, b. Gainsborough, Eng., Sept. 27, 1858. Ed. Queen Elizabeth s Grammar School. Litt. D. Santa Clara College. Author: In and Around the Grand Canyon, 1900. $2.50, $10.00. Indian Basketry, 1903. $2.50." Indians of the Painted Desert Region, 1903. $2.00. Traveler s Hand-Book to S. Calif., 1904. $1.00. How to Make Indian and Other Baskets, 1903. $1.00. In and Out of the Missions of Calif., 1905. $3.00. The Story of Scraggles, 1906. $1.00. 404 The Wonders of the Colorado Desert, 1906. 2 vols. $5.00. What the White Raee May Learn From the Indian, 1906. $1.50. Through Ramona s Country. 1908. $2.00. The Grand Canyon of Arizona, 1909. * $1.00. Ihe Hero Book of California, 1909. $1.50. Address: 1098 N. Raymond Ave., Pasadena, California. JENNEY, ^CHARLES ELMER, b. Mattapoisett, Mass., Sept. 5, 1872. lid. common schools. Came to Calif. (Fresno) 1891. Author: Scenes of My Child hood. 1900. $1.50. Address: 219 Glenn Ave., Fresno, Calif. JEPSOX, WILLIS LINN, b. Vacaville township. August 19, 1867. I:d. at California and Cornell Univ Ph. B. 1889. Ph. D. 1898. Research student at Mar yard 1896. Royal Gardens at Ke\v, England and Royal Gardens at Berlin. Germany, 1905-1906. Ed. of Erythea, 7 vols., 1893-1900, the first journal of botany published west of the Mississippi River. Author: Flora of Western Middle California. Cunningham, Curtis & Welch. $5.00. High School Flora for the Pacific Coast. I). Appleton & Co. SOc. The Silva of California. Univ. of Calif. Press, in type since Aug ust, 1908. The Trees of California." Cunningham. Curtis & Welch, S. F., in press. Also numerous botani cal papers in journals and proceedings of societies and institutions. Address: 2704 Hillegass Ave.. Berkeley. Calif. JORDAN, DAVID STARR, b. Gainesville, Wyo ming Co., N. Y., Jan. 19, 1851. Grad. Cornell Univ. M. S. 1872. L.L.D. 1886. L.L.D., Johns Hopkins, 1902. Indiana Univ. 1909. Pres. Indiana State Univ., 1883- 1891. Came to Calif, as Pres. Stanford 1891. Author: Manual of Vertebrates. A. C. McClurg & Co. $1.50 Science Sketches. A. C. McClurg & Co. $1.25. Ani 40;~> mal Life. Appleton. $1.25. Animal Studies. Apple- ton. $1.75. Footnotes to Evolution. Appleton. $1.50. Evolution and Animal Life. Appleton. $1.50. Im perial Demoeraey. Appleton. $1.50. Book of Knight and Barbara. Appleton. $1.50. The Fate of Icio- dorum. Henry Holt & Co. $1.00. Fishes. Henry Holt & Co. $3.00. Guide to the Study of Fishes. Henry Holt & Co. $8.00. Fish Stories. Henry Holt & Co. $1.50. Standeth God Within the Shade-. Thos. Y. Crowell & Co. 75c. College and the Man. 75c. Philosophy of Hope. 75c. The Innumerable Company. 75c. Life s Enthusiasms. 75c. The Strength of Being Clean. 75c. The Call of the Twentieth Cen tury. 75c. Religion of a Sensible American. 75c. The Higher Sacrifice. 75c. All by C. L. Stebbins, Boston. Ine California Earthquake of 1906. A. M. Robertson. $2.50. Luther Burbank. A. M. Robertson. $1.50. The Care and Culture of Men. Whitaker & Ray. $1.50. Matka and Kotik. Whitaker & Ray. $1.50. The Voice of the Scholar. Paul Elder & Co. $1.50. The Stability of Truth. Address: Stanford University, Calif. JUDSON, WILLIAM LEES, b. Manchester, Eng., April 1, 1842. Studied art New York, London, Paris. Studios in London, Ont.. and Chicago, 111. Came to California 1893. Dean of Fine Arts Department Uni versity of Southern California since 1906. Contributor magazines on art subjects. Author: The Building of a Picture, 1898. 30c. Address: College of Fine Arts, 212 Thome St., Los Angeles, Calif. KEELER, CHARLES, b. Milwaukee, Wis., Oct. 7, 1871. Ed. Milwaukee and New York, and Berkeley High Schools. Special course Univ. of Calif. Contr. to magazines. Author: (Many books out of print.) Bird Notes Afield. $2.00. San Francisco and There abouts. Address: 2727 Dwight Way, Berkeley, Calif. 400 KEEP, JOSIAH, b. Paxton, Mass., May 11, 1849. Ed. Amherst College. A. B. 1874. A. M. 1877. Came to Calif. 1877. Since 1885 Prof, of Nat. Sc. in Mills College. Author: Common Sea Shells of California, 1881. West Coast Shells, 1887. Shells and Sea Life, 1901. West American Shells, 1904. (Most of these destroyed in S. F. fire, 1906.) New edition of West American Shells now out. Address: Mills College, Calif. KEITH, ELIZA D.. b. _San Francisco, ltd. S. F. High School. Writer editorial, descriptive, current topics for newspapers and magazines. Public speaker on Civics and Patriotism. Introduced Flag Salute in S. F. schools. Address: 1519 Jackson St., San Fran cisco, Calif. KERCHEVAL, ROSALIE, b. Nov. 8. San Antonio, Texas. Came to Calif, when a few months old. Wrote poems for papers and magazines. Joint author with her father of book of poems, pub. in 1883. Address: 1817 N. Rosetta St., Los Angeles, Calif. KINNEY, ABBOTT, b. Brookside, N. J., Nov. 16, 1850. Was spl. contr. with Helen Hunt Jackson to report on Calif. Mission Indians. Chairman State Bd. Forestry. Author: Conquest of Death, 1893. Tasks by Twilight, 1893. Eucalyptus, 1895. Forest and Water, 1901. Address: Venice, Calif. KIRKHAM, STANTON DAVIS, b. Nice, France. Dec. 7, 1868. Ed. Calif, public schools and Mass. Inst. of Technology. Author: Mexican Trails. A record of travel in Mexico, 1904-1907. and a glimpse at the life of the Mexican Indian. G. P. Putnam s Sons, New York. $1.75. The Philosophy of Self-Hclp. An application of Practical Psychology to daily life. O. I . Putnam s Sons, New York. $1.25. In the Open. 407 Intimate studies and appreciations of Nature. Paul Elder & Co., San Francisco. $1.75. Where Dwells the Soul Serene. Philosophical essays. Paul Elder & Co., San Francisco. $1.50. The Ministry of Beauty. Philosophical essays. Paul Elder & Co.. San Fran cisco. $1.50. Ad dress: Canandaigua, N. Y. KREBS, MRS. ABB IE E., b. Providence, R. I., March 19. 1842. Brought around Cape Horn to San Francisco in childhood. Writer for newspapers and magazines. Address: Fair Oaks, San Mateo Co., or The Fairmount, San Francisco, Calif. LAWRENCE, ALBERTA, b. Cleveland, O., July 20, 1875. Hd. New York City. Writer in magazines. Eighteen months Assistant Ed. Literature, Art and Music. Came to California 1904. Organized Strangers League, an interdenominational work among churches for care of strangers. Author: The Travels of Phoebe Ann. $1.50. Address: 1565 E. Colorado St., Pasa dena, Calif. LAWRENCE, MARY VIOLET, MRS., b. Indiana. Came to California in early fifties. Wrote sketches and poems for newspapers and magazines. Made se lection of poems to which Bret Harte s name was at tached, known as "Outcroppings." Address: 1034 Vallejo St., San Francisco, Calif. LONDON, CHARMIAN (Kittridge), writer of poems and sketches for newspapers and magazines. Author: The Log of the Snark Jack London s sea voyage around the world. Address: Glen Ellen, Calif. LONDON, JACK, b. San Francisco, Jan. 12, 1876. ltd. Oakland High School and Univ. of Calif. Writer of short stories and essays on Political Economy. Author: Song of the Wolf, 1900. The God of His Fathers. 1901. A Daughter of the Snows, 1902. The 408 Children of the Frost, 1902. The Cruise of the Daz- zler, 1902. The People of the Abyss, 1903. Kempton- Wace Letters, 1903. The Call of the Wild, 1903. The Faith of Men, 1904. The Sea Wolf, 1904. The Game, 1905. War of the Classes, 1905. Tales of the Fish Patrol, 1905. Moon Face, 1906. White Fang, 1907. Before Adam, 1907. Love of Life. 19(7. The Iron Heel, 19(7. The Road, 1907, etc. Address: Glen Fllen, Calif. LOUGHEAD, MRS. FLORA HA1NES, b. Mil waukee, \Vis. Journalist and writer of short stories for magazines. Reviewer for S. F. Chronicle for sev eral years. Author: Libraries of California, 1878. The Man Who Was Guilty, 1836. Handbook of Natural Science, 1886. Quick Cooking, 1890. The Abandoned Claim, 1892. The Man From Nowhere, 1892. The Black Curtain, 1897. Address: Alma, Calif. LO\VE, GEORGE N., b. near Leicester, England, in 1867. /;</. in the school of stern life, and is still getting his education. Writes verse for the newspapers and magazines. Address: 2004 Shattuck Ave., Berke ley, California. LUMM1S, CHARLES FLETCHER, b. Lynn. Mass., Alar. 1, 1859. ltd. Harvard. A.B. Litt. D. Santa Clara College. City editor Los Angeles Times 1885-7. Editor Out West Magazine. Librarian Los Angeles Public Library since June 21, 1905. Founder and pres ident Landmarks Club. Founder (1902) and chairman Exec. Com. Sequoia League. Founder and secretary South West Society Archaeol. Inst. Am. 1903. Author: A New Mexico David, 1891. A Tramp Across the Continent, 1892. Some Strange Corners of Our Coun try, 1892. Land of Poco Tiempo, 1893. The Spanish Pioneers, 1893. The Man Who Married the Moon, 1894. The Gold Fish of Gran Chimu, 1896. The En- 409 chanted Burro, 1897. The Awakening of a Nation, Mexico Today, 1898. Address: 200 E. Ave. 43, LOS Angeles, Calif. LYNCH, A. E., b. Tara Hall, Co. Meath, Ire., Nov. 7, 1845. lid. Jesuit Colleges, Ire., and Belgium. Came to California 1873 for 2 years. Again in 1886 under Gen. Miles. Six years in Arizona on cattle ranch. Contributor poems and articles to magazines and news papers. Address: Commissary Dept, State School, Whittier, Calif. MANNIX, MRS. MARY E., b. New York City. Re moved with parents to Cincinnati when very young. Hd. at Mt. Notre Dame, Reading, Ohio. Grad. of Con vent of the Sisters of Namur. First story and verses published in the Catholic World, when nineteen years of age. Since that time has written for nearly all the Catholic magazines, principally the Ave Maria. Writes fiction, children s stories, verses, biographies, reviews, sketches, and translations from the French, German and Spanish. Author: Life of Sister Louise of Cin cinnati, Ohio, Superior of the Mother House of Amer ica, Sisters of Notre Dame of Namur. The Tales That Tim Told. A Life s Labrynth. Chronicles of the Little Sisters. The Fortunes of a Little Emigrant. Pancha and Panchita. As True as Gold. The Child ren of Cupa. Cupa Revisited. The Haldeman Child ren. Lives of the Saints for Catholic Youth, 3 vols. The Pilgrim From Ireland (translated from the Ger man of Dom Maurus Carnot, O.S.B.) Two books in press My Brother and I, and The Eagle and the Chamois, translated from the German of Dom Maurus Carnot. Address: 1804 Fourth St., San Diego, Calif. MARTIN, LANNIE HAYNES, b. Jan. 9, 1874. Blountville, Tenn. Ed. Sullins College, Bristol, Va., and privately. Came to Calif. 1905. Contributor to 410 eastern, southern and western magazines. Volume of verse in preparation. Address: Altadena, Calif. MATHEWS, AMANDA, b. Peoria, 111., Jan. 31, 1866. Came to Calif. 1877. Ed. Univ. of Cal. Teacher. Author: The Hieroglyphics of Love. $1.00. Address: 313 East Ave. 60. Los Angeles. Calif. McCRACKIN, MRS. JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD, b. 1838, Castle Petershagen, on the Weser, Prussia. Came to St. Louis, Mo., 1846. Ed. private school. Came to Calif, in early sixties. One of earliest writers on Overland. Writer ever since for leading magazines. Organized Bird and Tree Protection Soc. of Calif. Author: Overland Tales, 1876. Another Juanita, 1892. Address: 31 Union St.. Santa Cruz, Calif. McGLASHAN, C. F, b. Janesville, Wis., Aug. 12, 1847. Crossed the plains to Calif, in 1854. Editor Truckee Republican. Specially interested in historic writing of the Calif, pioneers, etc. Has made an inter esting collection of relics of the Dormer and other pio neer parties. Author: History of the Donncr Party. Address: Truckee, Calif. McGROARTY, JOHN S., b. Penn., Aug. 20, 1862. fid. public and parochial schools and at Hillman Acad. In 1890 he came to Calif. Writer of songs and de scriptive stories for newspapers and magazines. On editorial staff Los Angeles Times. Editor West Coast Magazine. Author: Just California, 1907. Wander Songs, 1908. Address: Care of West Coast Magazine, Los Angeles, Calif. McLEOD, MALCOM, b. Prince Edward Island, Canada, May 24, 1867. Hd. Dalhousie College, Halifax. N. S., and Princeton, N. J. Author: Heavenly Har monics. Earthly Discords. The Culture of Simplicit> . A Comfortable Faith, all by F. H. Revell Co. Address: 969 San Pasqual St., Pasadena, Calif. 411 MERLE, MARTIN V., b. San Francisco, Calif., May 27, 1880. ltd. Cooper public school, St. Ignatius Col lege and Polytechnic High School, San Francisco. Grad. A. M., 1906, Santa Clara College, Santa Clara. Author of plays: The Light Eternal. The Vagabond Prince. And a one-act play, The Lady O Dreams. Address: 714 Broderick St., San Francisco. MIGHELS, MRS. ELLA STERLING, b. Califor nia. Began authorship early. Lady manager for San Francisco at Chicago World s Fair. M. in 1896 Philip Verrill Mighels. Author: The Little Mountain Prin cess. Loring, Boston. Portrait of a California Girl, in collection of Stories by California Authors. Wag ner, S. F. Story of Files of California. Serial : So ciety and Babe Robinson. Grizzly Bear Co., L. A. ihe Full Glory of Diantha. Forbes & Co.. Chicago. Address: 1605 Baker St., San Francisco, Calif. MIGHELS, PHILIP VERRILL, b. Carson City, Nevada, April 19, 1869. Ed. Carson schools. Studied law in Nev. Art in N. Y. M. Ella Sterling Cummings June, 1896. Author: Out of a Silver Flute (poems.) Nella, the Heart of the Army. The Crystal Scepter. Bruvver Jim s Baby. The Ultimate Passion. Dunny, a Mountain Romance. Sunnyside Tad. Beechy Daw and Other Talcs. When a Witch is Young. The Fur nace of Gold. Address: Care of Harper & Bros., New York. MILLARD, BAILEY, b. Markesan, Wis., Oct. 2, 1859. Lit. Ed. S. F. Examiner. Author: Great Amer ican Novel (essays.) She of the West, 1900. Songs of the Press, 1902. The Lure O Gold, novel, 1904. Many short stories in magazines, etc. Address: Pali sade! N. J. MILLARD, GERTRUDE B., b. July 8th, 1872, She 412 boygan, Wis. Came to California Feb., 1893, from Jamestown, N. Dak. </. Boston, Mass, and James town, N. D. Author of short stories for magazines. Address: San Just, Calif. MILLER, JOAQUIN the Poet of the Sierras, b. in Wabash Dist, Ind.. Nov. 10, 1841. Editor (1863) Eugene, Ore., Democratic Register. Author: The Building of the City Beautiful, a poetic romance. Com plete Poems, 6 vols., 1909. Address: The Rights Dimond, Calif. MILLER, OLIVE THORNE, b. Auburn, N. Y., June 25, 1831; Author: True Bird Stories. $1.00 net. The First Book of Birds. $1.00. School edition, 60c net. The Second Book of Birds. $1.00 net. Upon the Tree Tops. $1.25. Little Brothers of the Air. $1.25. A Bird-Lover in the West. $1.25. Bird-Ways. 16mo, $1.25. In Nesting Time. $1.25. With the Birds in Maine. $1.1C. Our Home Pets. $1.25. Address: 5928 Hays Ave., Los Angeles. Calif. MILLS, BENJAMIN FAY, b. Railway. N. J.. lunc 4, 1857. Evangelical Minister, 1878-1897." Liberal Min ister, lecturer, writer and social reformer, 1897. Found ed The Fellowship, representing "Religion Without Su perstition," 1904. Lived in California 1875-6, 1899 Author: God s World. The Divine Adventure. Twen tieth Century Religion. The New Revelation. Editor Fellowship Magazine. Address: Los Angeles. Calif. MILLS, MARY RUSSELL (Hill), b. Minneapolis June 24, 1859. M. to Benjamin Fay Mills, 1879. Co- founder of The Fellowship, 1904. Teacher of Emer son and the Spiritual Life. Minister of the Los Ange les Fellowship, 1904-8. Associate editor of the Fellow ship Magazine. Author: The Art of Living. The Fel lowship Religion, and numerous essays and poems. Ad dress: Los Angeles. 413 MILNE, MRS. FRANCES MARGARET, b. Ire- land, County of Tyrone. Came to Calif, in 1869. Ed. at home. Author: For To-Day. (Poems.) James H. Barry Co., S. F. A Cottage Gray, and Other Poems. C. W. Moulton, Buffalo. Heliotrope, a San Francisco Idyll. The J. H. Barry Co. Address: The Public Li brary, San Luis Obispo, Calif. MITCHELL, EDMUND, b. Glasgow, Scotland, Mar. 19, 1861. Ed. Elgin Acad. Aberdeen Univ. Grad. 1881. (Gold Medalist Eng. Lit.) Ed. writer Glasgow Herald. In 1886 Asst. Ed. Times of India, Bombay. In 1889 editorial staff of Melbourne Age. In 1904, editorial staff Los Angeles Times. Author: The Tem ple of Death. 75c net. Towards the Eternal Snows. 75c net Plotters of Paris. 75c net. The Lone Star Rush. $1.50 net. Only a Nigger. $1.50 net. The Belforts of Culben. $1.50 net. The Despoilers. $1.50 net. Chickabiddy Stories, $1.00 net. In Desert Keep ing. $1.50 net. All except the last, originally pub. in England. Now imported. To be had from author. Address: 1710 Hobart Boulevard, Los Angeles, Calif. MUIR, JOHN, b. Dunbar, Scot, Apl. 21, 1838 Ed. in Scotland and Univ. of Wis. Discoverer of the Muir Glacier, Alaska. Anther of many articles in maga zines, newspapers, etc., on physiography and natural history of the Pacific Coast, etc. Author: The Moun tains of California, 1894. Our National Parks, 1901. Editor Picturesque California. Address: Martinez, Calif. MUNK, JOSEPH A., b. Columbiana Co., Ohio, Nov. 9, 1847. Ed. public schools Salem, O. Fought in Civil War. In 1865 Mt. Union College, Alliance, O. Grad. Eclectic Med. Inst. of Cinn., in 1867. Came to Los Angeles in 1892. Has great collection Arizoniana. 414 Author: Arizona Sketches, 1906. Arizona r>il)lio<>Tai>liv 1908. Address: Los Angeles, Calif. NORTH. ARTHUR WALBRIDGE, b Marysville Ca 1 ., Oct. 26, 1874. Grad. Oakland High School, and L T niv. of Cal. A. B. 1896. Contributor to magazines and reviews. Author: Mother of California, an his torical and geographical review of Lower California (Mex.) Paul Elder & Co., 1908. $2.00. Camp and Camino in Lower California (in press.) Raker & Taylor Co. Address: 126 North St., Walton, N. Y. OLDER, MRS. FREMONT (Cora Baggerly), b. New York. Ed. private teachers and Syracuse Univ. Author: The Socialist and the Prince, 1902 Funk & Wagnalls. The Giants. 1905. Address: The Fair- mount, San Francisco, Calif. PAYNE, EDWARD B., b. Vermont. Ed. Iowa Col lege and Oberlin. Grad. in 1874. Congr. preacher. Berkeley, Calif. Became Unitarian. Preached Spring field, Mass., 4 years; Manchester, N. IT., 2% years; Leominster. 5 years ; Berkeley, Calif., 5 years. Founded Altruria, near Santa Rosa, a co-operative settlement of 60 members and pub. a magazine, "Altruria." Address- Glen Ellen, Calif. PERCIVAL, OLIVE, b. July 1, 1868, Sheffield, 111. Ed. public schools Sheffield, 111., and Cleveland. Ohio. Author: Mexico City: An Idler s Note Book. Ad dress: 906 Union Trust Bldg., Los Angeles, Calif. RADER, WILLIAM, b. Cedarville, Chester Co.. Pa.. Dec. 17, 1862. Pastor 2nd Cong. Church, San Fran cisco, ten years. Now pastor Calvary Pres. Church. Editorial writer San Francisco Bulletin. Author: The Elegy of Faith. 1902. Truths for Today, 1902. Uncle Sam, or the Reign of the Common People, (in Notable 415 Speeches of Greater West.) Liberty and Labor. Ad dress: 2702 Laguna St., San Francisco, Calif. RICHARDSON, DANIEL S., b. Mar.^ 19, 1851, West Acton, Mass. Came to Calif, in 1855. lid. public schools of S. F. and Univ. of Calif. Twice decorated by Emperor of Japan. Writer of short stories and po ems for magazines. Author: Trail Dust (poems) 1909 .-Id dress: 221 Sansome St.. San Francisco, Calif. REED, AXXA MORRISON 1 , MRS., b. Dubuqne, la. Came to Calif, when an infant. l\d. Mrs. Perry s Sem inary, Sacramento. Writer and lecturer. Editor and founder Northern Crown Magazine; Petaluma, So noma Co., Independent. Author: Poems, 1880. Later Poems. Address: Petaluma, Calif. SAIN, CHARLES McKNIGHT, b. Mt. Pleasant, O.. Mar. 11, 1863. Traveler ;md writer for magazines, etc Author: An Expectant Heir to Millions, 1896. The Serpent, 1902, both out of print. The Call of the Muse (poems.) Where Rolls the Oregon (poems.) Ad dress: Care Mrs. Lou A. Curran, Hollywood, Calif. SAMUELS, MAURICE V., b. San Francisco, Oct. 3, 1874. Gmd. 1894 Univ. Calif. Lawyer in S. F. for 7 years. Playwright. Author: The Florentines, blank- verse art-comedy, Brentano, 1904. $1.00. Address: Hotel St. Margaret, 129 W. 47th St., New York City. SAUNDERS, CHARLES FRANCIS, b. July 12. 1859, Bucks County, Penn. Hd. in Philadelphia. Grad. Friends Central School. Came first to California 1902. Resided in Pasadena since 1905. Contributor to mag azines of both coasts on subjects covering travel, plant life, the Indians of the Southwest, etc., besides occa sional verse. Editor 1894-7 of "The United Friend," religious monthly. Philadelphia. Author: In a Poppy Garden. R. G. Badger, Boston, 1903, and wrote des- 416 criptive text for Mrs. Saundcrs s published collection of color prints entitled, California Wild Flowers. W. M. Bains, Philadelphia, 1905. Address: 580 X. Lake Ave., Pasadena, Calif. SAUXDERS, MARSHALL, b. in Xova Scotia. Lived for awhile in San Francisco and in California began study of birds and animals. Author: Beautiful Joe. $1.25. My Pets. $1.25. Several other books. Address: 28 Carleton St., Halifax, X. S., Canada. SCHEFFAUER, HERMAX, b. San Francisco, Feb. 3, 1876. Ed. public and private schools. Studied ar chitecture and art at Mark Hopkins Institute. Writer for newspapers, magazines and reviews in France, Eng land, Germany and America. Author: Both Worlds poems, 1903. Looms of Life, 1908. $1.25. The Sons of Baldur, 1908. X T iagara. An American Romance of four generations, 19C9. Sire of Bohemian Club Jinks. 1908. Address: 184 Eldridge St., Xew York. SCOTT, JOSEPH, b. Penrith, Cumberlanclshire, Eng., July 16, 1867. Ed. St. Cuthbert s College, Ushaw, Durham. Prof. Rhetoric and Eng. Lit. St. Bonaven- ture s College, Allegheny, X. Y. Came to Calif. 1893 Pres. Board of Ed. of Los Angeles. Writer on Edu cational and Civic Subjects for newspapers and mag azines. Address: Los Angeles, Calif. SETOX, GRACE GALLATIX, b. Sacramento, Calif., Jan. 28, 1872. Ed. Packer Collegiate Inst., Brooklyn. Writer for newspapers and magazines of America, England and France. Author: A Woman Tenderfoot. Nimrod s Wife. Doubleday, Page & Co. Address: 80 W. 40th St., Xcw York, "and Wyndygoul, Cos Col), Conn. SEVERANCE, -CAROLINE MARIA SEYMOUR, b. Canandaigua, X T . Y., Jan. 12, 1820. One of founders 14 fayid 417 and first president, 1868, of New England Woman s Club. Known as "The Mother of Women s Clubs." Author: The Mother of Women s Clubs (with Mrs. Ella Giles Ruddy.) $1.00. Address: 896 W. Adams St., Los Angeles, Calif. SEXTON, MRS. ELLA M, b. 111. Ed. in St. Louis, Mo. Came to Calif, in 1874. Contributor to Eastern and Pacific Coast magazines. Author: Stories of Cal ifornia. Macmillan & Co. California at Christmas- Tide (poems). Also a collection of Mission poems and one of Children s Verse. She has also seven one-act comedies used by clubs and for amateur production. Address: 171 Parnassus Ave., San Francisco, Calif. SHINN, CHARLES HOWARD, b. Austin, Texas, April 29, 1852. Ed. Univ. of Calif, and Johns Hopkins Univ. Taught school. Contributor to newspapers and magazines. For ten years Inspector Univ. of Calif. Ex perimental Stations. Appointed 1902 head forest ranger Sierra Reserve, Calif. Author: Pacific Rural Hand book, 1879. Land Laws of Mining Districts, 1884. Mining Camps, 1885. Co-operation on the Pacific Coast, 1888. Story of a Mine, 1897. Various Forestry Mono graphs, etc. Address: Northfork, Madera Co., Calif. SHINN, MILLICENT WASHBURN, b. Niles, Calif., April 15, 1858. Grad. Univ. of Calif. A. B. 1880. Ph. D. 1898. Editor Californian, 1882. Editor Over land Monthly 1883-94. Author: Notes on the Develop ment of a Child (also in German.) The Biography of a Baby, 1901. The Development of the Senses, and the First Two Years of Childhood. Also poems, stories, essays, critiques, etc. Address: Niles, Calif. SHUEY, LILLIAN H.,^ MRS. Has lived in Calif, practically all her life. Ed. public schools and Napa branch of Univ. of Pacific. Taught 16 years in public 418 schools. Author: David of Juniper Gulch. Laird & Lee. 50c. Don Luis Wife. Lamson & Wolffe. 50c. California Sunshine, The Humboldt Lily. Among the Redwoods (verses.) The Necromancers (a novel, in preparation.) Address: 657 60th St., Oakland, Calif. SIMONDS, WILLIAM DAY, b. Rockford, 111., Mar. 31, 1855. Grad. State Normal School, Vt. Spaulding Classical Academy, Barrie, Vt., 1880. Studied Amherst College and Chicago Theological Inst. Pastor First Unitarian Church, Oakland, Calif. Author: Patriotic Addresses. Sermons From Shakespeare. Freedom and Fraternity. Address: 1233 First Ave., Oakland, Calif. SMYTHE, WILLIAM ELLSWORTH, b. Worces ter, Mass., Dec. 24, 1861. Initiated Nat. Irrigation Con gress, 1891. Sec. until 1893, chairman until 1895. Est. Irrigation Age, 1891. Edited it until 1896. Lecturer and writer on Irrigation and Economic Problems. Author: The Conquest of Arid America. Construct ive Democracy. History of San Diego, 2 vols. Address: 1448 C St., San Diego, Calif. SOSSO, LORENZO, b. Mar. 2, 1867, Turin, Italy. Came to Calif, in July, 1875. Author: Poems, 1888. Poems of Humanity, 1891. In Realms of Gold, 1902. Proverbs of the People, 1903. Wisdom of the Wise, 1905. Address: 179 De Long Ave., San Francisco, Calif. STELLMAN, LOUIS J., b. Baltimore, Md., Jan. 6, 1877. Came to Calif. July, 1896. Connected S. F. Ex aminer since 1897. Wrote "Observer" Sketches for L. A. Herald, published in book form 1903. Whitaker & Ray. 75c. Address: Press Club, San Francisco, Calif. STIMSON, JOHN WARD, b. Paterson, N. J., Dec. 16, 1850. Grad. Yale, 1872. Also Ecole des Beaux Arts, Paris. Lecturer and art teacher Princeton Univ. Assoc. 419 editor The Arena. Contributor to various art exhibitions and magazines. Author: The Law of Three Primaries. Principals of Vital Art Education. The Gate Beauti ful. Wandering Chords, etc. Address: 14 W. 48th St., New York. STROBRIDGE, IDAH MEACHAM, b. Contra Costa Co., June 9, 1855. lid. Mills Seminary. Contributor to newspapers and magazines. Author: In Miner s Mir age Land, 1904. DeLuxe, $600. The Loom of the Desert, 1907. $1.75. DeLuxe $6.00. The Land of the Purple Shadows, 1909. $1.75. DeLuxe $6.00. All pub. by Artemisia Bindery. Address: Artemisia Bindery, 231 E. Ave. 41, Los Angeles, Calif. SUTHERLAND, HOWARD V., b. Cape Town. South Africa. Ed. England and Germany. Author. The Legend of Love. ^The Old, Old Story. Jacinta, a California!! Idyll. Bigg s Bar, and Other Klondike Ballads. Songs of a City. Idylls of Greece. $1.00. Ditto second series. $1.00. Address: 314 Seventeenth St., Denver, Colo. SYMMES, HAROLD S., b. San Francisco. 1877. Ed. public schools. B. A. Univ. of California, 1899. Doc tor s degree sumina cum laude Univ. of Paris, 1903. Was appointed to Columbia Univ., department of Eng lish, the same year. Author: Lcs Debuts de la Critique Drainatlque en Angleterrc, 1903. Out of print. Contributor of verse and prose to American and Eng lish periodicals. Address: Garden St., Redlands, Calif. TULLY, RICHARD WALTON. Hd. Univ. of Calif. Writer of short stories and plays. Rose of the Rancho, in collaboration with David Belasco, has had a most successful run. Address: Alma, Calif. URMY, CLARENCE, b. San Francisco, July 10, 1858. lid. public schools and Napa College. Contributor 420 poetry to all the leading magazines, East and West. Author: A Rosary of Rhyme, 1884. A Vintage of Verse, 1897. Address: San Jose, Calif. WATERHOUSE, A. J., b. May 27, 1855, in Wis consin. Ed. public schools in Wisconsin, High School, Rochester, Minn., and Ripon College, Wis. Writer for newspapers and magazines. Asst. editor The Califor nia Weekly S F. Author: Some Homely Songs, 1899. Lays for Little Chaps, 1902. Address: 2422 McGee Ave., Berkeley, Calif. WHITAKER, HERMAN, b. Huddersheld, Eng., Jan. 14, 1867. Hd. public school. Served in British army, 2nd Battalion W. Riding Reg. 1884-5. Author: The Probationer. The Settler. The Planter. All pub. by Harper Bros. $1.50 each. Address: 220 James Ave.. Oakland. Calif. WILEY, HARLEY RUPERT, b. Wisconsin, April 5, 1855. Trekked to Calif. 1865-6. Hd. Santa Rosa. Calif. Univ. of Calif. (L.L.B.) Past twelve years lec turer on Jurisprudence in Univ. of Calif. Writer 011 Law, and verse for magazines, .-id dress: Faculty Club. Berkeley, Calif. WILLARD, CHARLES DWIGHT. b. Bloomington. 111., Jan. 20, 1860. lid. public school, Chicago. A. B. 1883 Univ. of Mich. Came to Calif, in 1888. Writer of short stories and on civic matters. Author: History of Los Angeles. The Free Harbor Contest. History of Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce. City Govern ment. Address: Los Angeles. Calif. WILSOX, MRS. IDA MANSFIELD, play-wright, dramatic critic, actress, lecturer. Writes plays and magazine articles. Address: 2020 Clinton Ave., Ala- meda. Calif. 421 YORKE, PETER CHRISTOPHER, b. Aug. 15, 1864, Galway, Ire. Ed. St. Jarlath s College, Tuam, Maynooth, and the Cathedral University of America. Made S. T. D. by Pius X., 1906. Regent State Uni versity. Writer and lecturer on religious topics. Address: Oakland, Calif. ZEPHYRIN, FR. (Charles Anthony Englehardt), b. Hanover, Bilshausen, Germany, Nov. 13, 1851. Came to N. Y. Dec. 8, 1852. Ed. public schools. Classics in Franciscan College. Entered Franciscan order, in Tentopolis, 111., Sept. 22, 1872, making profession Csept. 28, 1873. Ordained June 18, 1878. In 1880 began work among Menominee Indians in Wis. 1894 to Adrian, Harbor Springs, Mich., Indian School. Studied Indian languages, etc., 21 years. Historian of Franciscan Order in Calif. Author: Franciscans in California. Franciscans in Arizona. Missions and Missionaries of California, 3 vols., (first vol. out.) Address: The Or phanage, Watsonville, Calif. Here endeth the quotations from living California Auth ors selected by George Whar- ton James and done by him into this book at the Arroyo Guild Press, 201 Avenue 66, (Garvanza), Los Angeles, Calif., in the year of Our Salvation One Thousand Nineteen Hundred and Xine The California Classics Series George Wharton James expects to issue dur ing 1910 six of these dainty little booklets on distinguished California authors. Each will contain several choice selections, with an ap preciation of the author. The series will be handsomely printed and daintily bound, and when completed will form a rare and unique library of especial interest to Californians. This is the list for 1910 : No. 1. Charles Warren Stoddard. 2. Henry George. 3. John Muir. 4. Joaquin Miller. 5. W. C. Bartlett. 6. Edward Rowland Sill. Separately, $1.00 net, each; the six num bers, $5.00. Send your orders to GEORGE WHARTON JAMES, 1098 N. Raymond Ave., Pasadena, Calif. Of Great Helpfulness to all Studen*s of California Literature SYLLABUS of a Course of Lectures on CALIFORNIA LITERATURE AND ITS SPIRIT By George Wliarton James Nineteen Lectures are outlined as follows: Lecture I. Introductory. II. The Literature of the Aborigines. III. Literature of the Epoch of Spanish Dis covery. IV. Literature of the Padres. V. Literature of the Pioneers. VI. The Founding of the Overland Monthly. VII. Joaquin Miller, the Poet of the Sierras. VIII. The California Humorists. XI. Ambrose Bierce, the last of the Satir ists, and his two pupils, George Sterling and Herman Scheffauer. X. Edwin Markham, "The Poet of Hu manity." XI. The Nature Writers. XII. A Cycle of Early Verse. XIII. The Poets of San Jose. XIV. Religious Verse of California. XV. A Cycle of Later California Verse. XVI. The History Writers of California. XVII. Some California Novelists. XVIII. A Sextette of Women Novelists: Ger trude Atherton, Geraldine Bonner, Gwendolyn Overton, Frances Charles, Miriam Michelson, Eleanor Gates. XIX. The Young Giants. A Trio of Cali fornia Novelists: Frank Norris, Jack London, Herman Whitaker. PRICE, FIFTY CENTS. ARROYO GUILD PRESS, 201 Avenue 66, Los Angeles, Cal. WILL BE ISSUED IN NINETEEN-TEN The California Hero Book Thrilling, Interesting, Instructive, Inspiring Stories of the Heroes and Heroines of California, told in graphic and enthusiastic fashion by GEORGE WHARTOX JAMES Among other stories told are those of Alarcon, Melchior Diaz, Padre Junipero Serra, Captain Juan Bautista de Anza, Padre Sarria, the Patties, Jedediah Smith, Stanton of the Donner Party, Virginia Reed Murphy, Kit Carson and Lieutenant Beale, James King of William, Judge Belden, Judge Field, Senator Baker, Clarence King, Thomas Stan- King, W. L. Manly, Jim Beckwourth, James Capen Adams; Judah, the Railway Engineer; The Builders of the Central Pacific Railway; The Reclaimers of the Imperial V^ley; Judge North, the founder of Riverside; Professor T. S. C. Lowe; W. E. Smythe, the originator of the National Irrigation Congress, and the "Little Landers"; Henry George, the politi cal reformer, etc, etc. Every boy and girl in California should own and read this book. Crown 8vo. $1.50 net. GEORGE WHARTON JAMES, 1098 North Raymond Ave., Pasadena, CaL ADVANCE ANNOUNCEMENT CALIFORNIA LITERATURE AND ITS MAKERS For nearly thirty years George Wharton James has been preparing for the publication of his history of California Literature and its makers. The work will be in three large quarto volumes and will not only constitute a History of California Literature, but in the truest sense will be a key to California s history, viewed from every standpoint. It will be history at first hand, digested and arranged by an enthusiastic and devoted student. Every private, public and school library in Cali fornia should possess this extensive work, not, per haps, for reading, but as a work of reference, and students and libraries outside of the State will find it a valuable acquisition. Its preparation has been a labor of love to its author, and he has spared neither time nor expense (within his limited means) to make it as complete and comprehensive as its theme is notable and exalted. To meet the expense of its publication, however, it is necessary that a sufficient number of ADVANCE SUBSCRIPTIONS be obtained, and these are confidently solicited. The three volumes will be issued at Fifteen Dollars each, or Thirty Dollars for the set, bound in law calf or cloth; in half morocco Twenty Dollars each, or Fifty-five Dollars for the set; in full levant, Fifty Dollars a volume, or One Hundred and Twenty Dollars for the set. Correspondence upon the subject is respectfully asked and your subscription earnestly solicited. GEORGE WHARTON JAMES, 1098 N. Raymond Ave., Pasadena, Cal. IN PREPARATION-A HIGH SCHOOL TEXT BOOK CALIFORNIA LITERATURE By George Wharton James Why should not the youth of our Golden State be mentally fed upon the literature which recounts in sitrring words the brave, heroic, noble and worthy deeds of the founders of the State. There are epics as grand and moving- as those of Homer, though less bloody and cruel, and deeds as noble and tender as any chronicled by Tennyson, Longfellow or other mas ters of epic poetry. This text book will contain chap ters somewhat as follows. Extensive and interesting- sections will be made from the various works of poets and prose writers and thus a direct and personal knowledge of the literature of the State will be ob tained. Introductory. 1. California s Historic Destiny. 2. California s Scenic and Climatic Environment and Their Influence Upon Literature. 3. The Pioneer Basis of Its Civilization. 4. The California Spirit and Its Development. 5. Heroes and Heroines. 6. The Litera ture of the Aborigines. 7. The Literature of Spanish Discovery. 8. The Literature of the Padres and of Mission Days. 9. The Literature of the Pioneers Prior to the Military Invasion. 10. The Literature of the Military Invasion. 11. The Literature of the Gold Pioneers. 12. The Literature of the Mining Camps. 13. The -Founding of the Overland Monthly. 14. The Poet of the Sierras, Joaquin Miller. 15. The Last of the Satirists, Ambrose Bierce and His Friends, George Sterling and Herman Scheffaur. 16. Edwin Markham, the Poet of Humanity. 17. The Nature Writers of Cali fornia. 18. The Humorists of California. 19. The Earlier Poets of California. 20. The History Writers of California. 21. The Dramatic Writers of California. 22. Some Great Editors of California. 23. The Orators of California. 24. The Forensic Literature of Cali fornia. 25. The Scenic Literature of California. 26. The San Jose Poets. 27. The Religious Poets of Cali fornia. 28. The Later Poets of California. 29. The Short Story Writers of California. 30. The Men Novel ists of California. 31. The Women Novelists of Cali fornia. 32. California s Place in the Literature of the World. This Text Book will contain about 400 pages, large 8vo, and its price will be $2.50 net. Advance sub scriptions are earnestly solicited, as well as sugges tions from Literature and History teachers who are interested in the subject. GEORGE WHARTON JAMES. 1098 N. Raymond Ave., Pasadena, Cal. OV ERDUE . 1J -00 N THE YB 1349 208715