University of California Berkeley 
 
 THE PETER AND ROSELL HARVEY 
 
 MEMORIAL FUND 
 

WTfsUJMBARJ 
 
 TRANSPORTATION COMMITTEE. 
 
FROM NEW JERSEY 
 
 TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 A History of the Journey of the New Jersey 
 
 C. E. Special to the Sixteenth International 
 
 C. E. Convention, at San Francisco, 
 
 July 6-i2, 1897. 
 
 Compiled by the New Jersey Transportation Manager, 
 Rev. T. E. Davis, of Bound Brook, N. J. 
 
 PUBLISHED BY C. H. BATEMAN, 
 
 EDITOR OF THE UNIONIST-GAZETTE, 
 
 SOMBRVILLE, N. J. 
 
 1897. 
 
Press of 
 
 The Unionist-Gazette Association, 
 Somerville, N. J. 
 
of Qontente. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Preface, 5 
 
 Preparations for the Great Journey, 7 
 
 Sights and Scenes of the Journey, 15 
 
 The Scenery. 45 
 
 Living By the Way, 49 
 
 Sleeping Car Contemplations, 57 
 
 The Devotional Meetings, - 63 
 
 The Convention, - 69 
 
 San Francisco, 79 
 
 Monterey and the Big Trees, 85 
 
 Yellowstone Park, 91 
 
 New Jersey C. E. Special, - 99~!3 8 
 
 Nadura, 100. 
 
 Hebrides, 102. 
 
 Sydenham, 104. 
 
 Superb, 107. 
 
 Saale, in. 
 
 Alsace, 113. 
 
 Canton, 117. 
 
 Burton, 121. 
 
4 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA. 
 
 Utrecht, 125. 
 
 Epsom, 127. 
 
 Proteus, 131. 
 
 Keystone, 135. 
 
 Dorante, 137. 
 
 New Hampshire, 138. 
 
 Hebrides Herald, - 143 
 
 Sydenham Resolutions, - - - - 148 
 
Preface. 
 
 Intelligence, or it may be superstition, seems to demand 
 a preface to every book. There may be no more sense in 
 the preface than we made of it in our school-boy days, viz : 
 "Peter Riley Eats Fish And Catches Eels," etc. No one 
 reads a preface, of course. It was not made to be read. It 
 is like the buttons on the sleeves or skirts of a coat, neither 
 useful nor ornamental, but the publisher and critic demand 
 it, and so our preface is here. 
 
 We have no apology to offer for this book. It is pre 
 pared as a history and souvenir of the wonderful and suc 
 cessful journey of the New Jersey C. E. Special to Califor 
 nia, at the request of many of the passengers. We offer it 
 as a memorial of this "trip of a lifetime." 
 
 Every year will make this book more valuable. The 
 journey across the continent will be taken each time it is 
 read, and we will live over again and again those happy 
 days. Many of our new made friends will be our friends 
 for life, and not until our eyes behold the land of unfading 
 beauty will we forget the delightful scenes of our own 
 native land. 
 
 The journey of the New Jersey Special, including the six 
 days' stay in San Francisco, extended over twenty-six days, 
 and the party travelled over 8,300 miles. We crossed the 
 greatest rivers of our country, visited its largest cities, 
 crossed its most fertile plains and valleys, passed within 
 
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 sight of its highest mountains, and saw its finest fruit 
 orchards and richest grain fields. 
 
 One of the party in describing this trip, writes: "I vis 
 ited twenty-two states, passed through two hundred and 
 fifty cities and towns, crossed seven mountain ranges, went 
 through eighty-seven tunnels, saw twenty-one snow-cap 
 ped peaks, crossed ninety-one rivers, saw fifty-four lakes, 
 rode on fifteen steamboats, twelve different railroads, and 
 over one hundred street car lines, saw forty-seven water 
 falls, three snow storms, three glaciers, thirty-five geysers, 
 five thousand hot springs, received ten thousand kind 
 nesses, and only one unkind word, etc." 
 
 The record of such a trip should be held in "everlasting 
 remembrance." 
 
 The thanks of all those who were on the New Jersey C. 
 E. Special are due to the generous contributors who fur 
 nished the articles for this book. We add a list of such 
 names as far as known: 
 
 Rev. L. R. Dyott, Mr. N. Y. Dungan, 
 
 F. C. Ottman, H. H. Wainwright, 
 
 J. B. Kugler, W. F. Overman, 
 
 A. P. Peake, C. H. Bateman, 
 
 A. I. Martine, F. A. Foster, 
 
 D. R. Warne, Miss Mary F. Van Alen, 
 
 A. A. Murphy, Rose M. Egbert, 
 
 . W. E. Davis, H. Estelle Roe, 
 
 W. T. S. Lumbar, Jennie A. Wrigley, 
 
 T. E. Davis, R. Anna Miller, 
 Miss Margaret J. Wade. 
 
Preparations for % @reat ) 
 
 And now it came to pass when the Christian Endeav 
 orers -had become mighty in the land, even an exceeding 
 great army, that the chief rulers said we will hold a grand 
 convocation in the city, which is on the borders of the 
 great western sea. And so this decree was issued and 
 noised abroad throughout all the land and across the sea, 
 even to the uttermost parts of the earth: Behold the Six 
 teenth Annual Convention draweth nigh. On the seventh 
 day of the seventh month, all good Endeavorers who have 
 talents of gold and talents of silver will meet together in 
 the great temple called the Mechanic's Pavilion, which is 
 in the city of San Francisco. 
 
 Now in those days Clement, who was of the house of 
 French, a man of goodly countenance and of high repute, 
 was the chief ruler of the Endeavorers in the land which is 
 called New Jersey. 
 
 Now when Clement had called all his chief officers and 
 captains together in the great city, which is Trenton, he 
 said, men and brethren, behold tidings have come to me of 
 a mighty gathering of our people in the far-away land of 
 California. And it has further come to my ears that many 
 of our young men and maidens, likewise old men and lone 
 widows are going thither. 
 
 Now it is not good that maidens and widows should be 
 alone. 
 
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 And I have heard also there are many dangers by the- 
 way, also robbers and beasts of prey that may injure or 
 molest our unprotected daughters and sisters. Let us, 
 therefore, select one of our number, a man discreet and 
 valorous, who shall conduct our people safely to the great 
 assembly and bring them hither in peace. 
 
 And the thing seemed good to all those who were in 
 authority. 
 
 And Clement said, whom shall we select and who shall 
 our chosen leader be? 
 
 And a certain beardless young man whose surname was 
 Mason, said, there is one in our midst who has had 
 experience in such matters. Titus, who sojourns on the 
 great river, that is the Raritan, and now if it seems good to 
 all who are present, I move that we cast our lots for him as 
 our Transportation Manager. 
 
 And the thing seemed good to all the chief officers and 
 captains and they all cast lots for Titus. 
 
 Now when Titus was chosen to lead the Endeavorers. 
 from New Jersey to the land which is nigh unto the Golden 
 Gate, he said, behold now it is a mighty work and I fear 
 lest the burden be too heavy for one alone to bear. 
 
 So I will choose other men, and they shall be men of wis 
 dom and of great courage and of exceeding great patience,, 
 for the journey is long and there will be many evil and 
 troublesome people who will greatly harass and vex us. 
 So he appointed William, who dwelt among the cedars of 
 Lebanon, and Elias, upon whom the mantle of Nathaniel 
 had fallen. 
 
 He also selected Sherman for the long march across the- 
 country, and Ruby of the tribe of Dan. 
 
 But these were all men of peace. None of them were, 
 accustomed to the sound of war. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 9 
 
 Therefore, Titus said, peradventure, we may meet giants 
 in the land whither they go. These men may be fearful and flee 
 when no man pursueth. I will, therefore, select a man who 
 shall be a terror to every foe that we may meet in the wild 
 country through which we journey. And so Abram the 
 Great, he of the mighty stature and fearful mien was chosen. 
 For it is still well known how on the foot ball fields of 
 Princeton, Yale and Columbia he had been victorious over 
 many a mighty foe. Now these are the men who were to 
 lead the Endeavorers to the Convention by the great wes 
 tern sea, but Titus was chief. 
 
 Now when the days were near at hand that the journey 
 should begin Titus said, behold there are many of the 
 aged who will go with us, likewise there are many young 
 and tender maidens. Now the distance is too great for 
 them to journey on foot; nor can Abram and the other 
 mighty men carry them all the way over the high moun 
 tains and through the deep rivers. 
 
 And so it was that Titus said to Samuel, who was of the 
 house of Wilson, the same was the faithful servant of 
 George, who dwelt in the town of Pullman, behold now I 
 have a great host of people who will go with me to the 
 great assembly in the land of gold, and I have heard that 
 George, thy master, is well able to transport all of our peo 
 ple, so that none of them need to go on foot. Now I be 
 seech thee send this message to thy master. 
 
 Thy servants, the Endeavorers, which dwell in the land 
 of mosquitos, otherwise called New Jersey, desire some of 
 the finest carriages to convey them to the great meeting. 
 
 And George answered Samuel. It is well. Behold it 
 hath already been told me that our brethren in New Jersey 
 are of good understanding and honorable character, Now 
 thus shall ye do and more also unto them. The very finest 
 
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 of the cars that are in the region round about Gotham shall 
 be given to the brethren from New Jersey, and in these 
 shall they go on their long journey, and in these shall they 
 return. And if any shall say unto thee, why showest thou 
 these favors unto the Endeavorers from New Jersey, thou 
 shalt answer, these are the people whom George delighteth 
 to honor. 
 
 Now when Titus had communicated with all those who 
 were in authority in his own country, he found that many 
 could not go. One had married a wife and domestic duties 
 and responsibilities were too great. Another was hoping 
 to be married soon, and, therefore, could not go now. 
 Others had urgent business that hindered their going, and 
 still others whose shekels had not multiplied sufficiently, 
 could not go. Two of the great men, Clement and Cor 
 nelius said, wherefore now should we cross this vast coun 
 try again. We have journeyed once over its plains and 
 mountains, and it is not needful that we go now, for Luther 
 who is also a chief officer and a mighty captain, and withal 
 an honorable man, will go with you, so while Titus leads 
 and Abram terrifies the foe, Luther will provide a rich diet 
 to feed upon. So of all the chief men and women in this 
 goodly land of New Jersey, only five did go to the great 
 convention, Luther and Titus, with William the good 
 physician, and the other William the good citizen, and 
 Elias the sweet singer from the great falls. 
 
 And now when the thing began to be noised abroad, 
 there was a great tumult in all the province, and the peo 
 ple began to write to Titus to ask about the trip and the 
 wondrous things they would see, and the price thereof. 
 And they sent so many Epistles that the number thereof 
 was three score and ten each day. And many could not 
 wait to write, but came in haste to the town where Titus 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97 n 
 
 dwelt; even a great crowd so that he could scarcely eat or 
 sleep for waiting on them. And when the number multi 
 plied exceedingly, Titus said, the people who are to go 
 with me are already a great host, and I cannot take any 
 more, for I cannot give them food to eat, nor can I find 
 lodging places for them, neither can I bring them to the 
 Convention in time. But the crowd besought him the more 
 eagerly, saying, we must go with thee, and we will lodge 
 upon the floor of the car; and others said, when we come 
 to the desert we will feed on the sand which is there. 
 And because of their vehemence of speech, and because 
 they troubled him, Titus said, I will secure other cars and 
 there shall be a second train and you shall go. Howbeit 
 when trouble or delay or hunger comes, know ye that all 
 things have come to pass because of the vast multitude, 
 and ye must not murmur or complain. And they said, we 
 will not murmur or complain. 
 
 Nevertheless, many of them forgot all their good prom 
 ises, and ceased not to .grumble, except for the 
 few hours when sleep closed their mouths, and there 
 was peace. 
 
 And now it came to pass when four hundred and two 
 score and ten were numbered among those who were to go 
 to the great Convention, that Titus said, I will not take 
 any more. And so the number of those who were turned 
 away was an hundred and thirty and six. Nevertheless on the 
 day when the host departed there were some who said, we 
 have loved ones who are going, and we must go with them, 
 and others climbed up some other way into the cars, and 
 were not found until far on the journey. 
 
 And behold when they were numbered it was found 
 there were four hundred and four score and one souls in 
 the great company. And the hearts of Titus and the chief cap- 
 
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 tains with him waxed sore, and they said, what shall we do 
 with all these people, and where shall they lodge. 
 
 But when the night was fully come, a lodging place had 
 been found for every man and woman, so that only one had 
 to recline upon the floor. 
 
 Now among this mighty host there were many good and 
 honorable men and youth, likewise women and maidens. 
 So that as they journeyed the people in the towns whither 
 they came were greatly astonished and said, we have seen 
 many trains from the East, but none which held so many 
 wise men and such fair women. Truly these are the fairest and 
 best of the sons of men. And when it was told them that all 
 these were Endeavorers from the goodly land of New Jersey, 
 they were the more astonished, and said, since they have 
 brought all their people with them, wherefore did they not 
 also carry their country along. 
 
 Now in the great multitude that journeyed westward, 
 there were one and twenty High Priests, beside one tender 
 youth who was preparing for the same office. And these 
 men all did good service in ministering to the spiritual 
 wants of the people, and warning the unruly and wayward 
 ones. 
 
 But these men could not relieve the aching body and 
 drive away pain, and so it was deemed prudent to take 
 along skillful men and women, who should act as phy 
 sicians to Ward off disease, and who would not be Slack in 
 answering the calls of the needy and suffering when they 
 might Howl with pain. And so eight of the wisest and best 
 of all the physicians in New Jersey were taken along. And 
 these men and women did noble service and were held 
 in high esteem by all the people. 
 
 There came also other great men who were renowned 
 as doctors of the law, and whose fame had already spread 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 13 
 
 iar and wide. Among them was Nelson, also a great 
 musical author. Bloomfield the Littel, and Halstead the 
 great historian. 
 
 These men also rendered great service so that no one of 
 this great multitude from New Jersey were put in prison 
 -or hanged during the journey. 
 
 And the number of those who were given to the train 
 ing of the youth far exceeded those of any other occupa 
 tion. So that the teachers alone were more than a hun 
 dred who went from New Jersey to the great Convention. 
 
 And now when all things were ready, and when each 
 one had paid their fare, the great trains began to move, and 
 the long journey was begun. 
 
 But the great things that happened by the way, and the 
 wondeiful things that were seen, behold now are not these 
 all written in the chronicles of the wise men and women 
 that follow. 
 
i|l?fs and Scenes of 
 
 On Monday morning, June 28, 1897, at nine o'clock, the 
 New Jersey Endeavorers and their friends started on their 
 long journey across the continent, to attend the Sixteenth 
 International Convention of the C. E. Society at San Fran 
 cisco. Fourteen Pullman palace cars were required to 
 carry the large party. These made a train so large that it 
 was necessary to divide it into two sections, one of which 
 was in charge of the Transportation Manager, Rev. T. E. 
 Davis, and the other under the care of one of his assistants, 
 Rev. A. I. Martine. 
 
 Short stops were made to take on passengers at Elizabeth- 
 port, Elizabeth, Plainfield, Bound Brook, Trenton and 
 Philadelphia. After leaving the last city, the passengers 
 felt that the long journey had really begun, and began to 
 look around and acquaint themselves with those who were 
 to be their companions for that ride of over eight thou 
 sand miles. Many new friendships were thus formed that 
 will never fade until time itself shall end. 
 
 The first day's ride was through the states of New Jersey, 
 Pennsylvania, Delaware and Maryland. It is indeed a pic 
 turesque country through which the Baltimore and Ohio 
 trains pass, but the scenery is not to be compared with the 
 magnificent sights that awaited us farther on. A short stop 
 at Harper's Ferry was allowed the first section, but only 
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 long enough to gain a glimpse of the beautiful Potomac 
 River as it breaks through the Alleghany Mountains. 
 
 The monument which marks the place made famous by 
 John Brown, was the only object of historic interest seen. 
 During the night the Appalachian Mountains were 
 crossed, and when the Endeavorers awoke on Tuesday 
 morning, they found no scenery which even approached 
 that of New Jersey. There were only the flat, marshy 
 fields and stunted woods of Southern Indiana and Illinois 
 during all that day, and many a heart felt a growing pride 
 in Jersey, as compared with what they saw of these states. 
 
 At Cincinnati a good breakfast was served at the Grand 
 Hotel, on Tuesday morning, but there was no time to look 
 at this 'Ohioan city. We took dinner at Vincennes, and 
 arrived at St. Louis about two hours late. At least this is 
 the story of the first section which reached this western end 
 of the Baltimore and Ohio. The second section was four 
 hours late, and having been that late for their dinners at 
 Vincennes, they were not in a very agreeable humor when 
 they came up with their comrades for the first time since 
 the start from New York. The atmosphere in the mag 
 nificent depot in St. Louis was stifling aye, it fairly siz 
 zled the journeying Endeavorers from more northern lati 
 tudes. A few went to the Planter's Hotel and delighted 
 themselves inspecting the Turkish rooms and the other 
 beautiful appointments, but the city was dark and forbid 
 ding, and with melted collars and streaming brows the 
 travellers soon returned to the trains, and endeavored to 
 fan themselves into coolness, while they waited impatiently 
 for the orders of the despatchers to start the trains. But 
 all things end in this world, and about mid-night the first 
 section pulled out of the St. Louis station, closely followed 
 by the second division. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 17 
 
 From St. Louis to Kansas City the state was traversed at 
 night, but the latter city was reached three hours late, and 
 during the whole trip the heat was intense. Sleep was 
 scarcely possible, and it was a tired and hungry lot of En- 
 deavorers who alighted for breakfast at ten o'clock on 
 Wednesday. There they found plenty of the same kind 
 of Endeavorers waiting for their trains to go out. The 
 heat in the train yards was almost unbearable, but the 
 travellers remained there for three hours, while the man 
 who despatched the trains sat coolly locked in his tower, 
 and refused to give out any information to the sweltering 
 crowds. When the trains finally moved out towards the 
 western plains, there were no regrets left behind for Kansas 
 City. 
 
 The trip across Kansas was enjoyed more than that of 
 any other state previously crossed. The scenery along the 
 Rock Island road is very picturesque. The growing crops 
 and trees look beautiful this year. The big corn fields 
 promise a tremendous yield, and acres upon acres of pota 
 toes stretch along the railroad. The thrifty, well-kept 
 farms, and the neat farm houses and buildings are in 
 marked contrast with those of Indiana and Ohio. When 
 the prairies were reached in western Kansas, there were 
 many interesting things to attract the eastern eye. The 
 small homes of the farmers, the strange looking villages 
 with one-story houses, the prairie dogs, the abandoned sod 
 houses the big canvas covered wagons and many other ob 
 jects took up their attention. The intense heat had been fol 
 lowed by cool breezes, and altogether it was a pleasant 
 time. 
 
 But it was to Colorado that all eyes were looking for 
 ward with eager expectation. Early on the morning of 
 July i, the boundary line between Kansas and Colorado 
 
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 was crossed, and the Rocky Mountains became visible, but 
 it was two in the afternoon when the last section approached 
 the Manitou station. As two o'clock the following morn 
 ing was the hour fixed for leaving, there were many disap 
 pointed cries from those who had anticipated so much 
 from their stay in this magnificent spot. When the two 
 locomotives, which were pulling the train up the steep 
 grade, were stalleU when half way up the last hill, the im 
 patience broke out with a vehemence. But we were finally 
 deposited at the little station almost at the base of Pike's 
 Peak, and during the lunch at the Manitou House, every 
 one's spirits were aroused by the announcement that the 
 time of staying would be extended until two o'clock the 
 next afternoon. Every New Jersey Endeavorer hurried 
 with his or her lunch, and every moment of the time was 
 occupied with drives through the Garden of the gods, and 
 the various canons famed throughout the world for their 
 picturesque beauty, or in ascending Pike's Peak, whose 
 rugged brow frowned upon the lesser heights below. 
 
 The Garden of the gods, how strange! Nature was in 
 a weird mood when she formed these rocks. Entering 
 from the Manitou side we pass Balance Rock, a huge mass 
 which has so slender a foundation as to make one feel that 
 it is about to fall over. On one side stands a statue of lib 
 erty leaning on her shield, with the conventional Phrygian 
 cap on her head; there is a gigantic frog, a turtle, a lion, 
 all carved in sandstone; yonder is a pilgrim, staff in hand; 
 just a little further is the plain figure of a woman; there 
 are a seal and the large figure of an elephant. These all 
 stand out so clearly that it would seem some Titan hand 
 had carved these shapes. In some instances the figures are 
 of red sandstone, and the pedestals are of contrasting hue. 
 It would not take a lively imagination to discover in this 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 19 
 
 Garden an endless variety of imitative forms of human 
 beings, of birds and beasts and reptiles. They stand on the 
 hillsides above and around us. They are right by our 
 wagon wheels. They seem to be real living beings, with 
 whom we would fain be acquainted, but for whom we have 
 too much veneration. Now we ascend to the top of a hill 
 and a panorama of surpassing grandeur is about us. Be 
 hind rises Pike's Peak, bare, forbidding, grand, with her 
 fellows, clad in deep green, cowering close to her skirts. 
 Before, we see the grandest formations of the Garden 
 the great rocks forming a natural gateway to it. Two 
 lofty tablets of carnelian-colored sandstone, set directly 
 opposite each other, about fifty feet apart, and rising to a 
 height of three hundred and thirty feet, form the portals of 
 this far-famed gateway. On the top of one of these rocks 
 is the distinct figure of a lamb, while the top of the other 
 is shaped into the form of a huge lion. Surely if this is the 
 work of nature, the lion and the lamb have been made to 
 lie down together. Just to the right of the gateway are 
 the cathedral spires, which are of a similar character to the 
 gateway, but their crests are sharply splintered into spire- 
 like pinnacles. 
 
 The brilliant carnelian hue of these sandstones, outlined 
 against the deep blue sky, and gilded by the light of a Col 
 orado sun, cannot be described. We passed out of the 
 Gardens through these wonderful portals with the same 
 feeling that one would have in emerging from one of the 
 great English cathedrals. 
 
 Some of the New Jersey party who arrived on the first 
 section earlier in the day, ascended Pike's Peak the same 
 afternoon, but for the others, through the persistent efforts 
 of several members of the party, a special sunrise trip was 
 arranged by the Cog Wheel Railway. It was with some 
 
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 discomfort that we arose at two o'clock in the morning and 
 started for the railway station, and it was still more annoy 
 ing to be obliged to wait at the station for two hours for 
 the train to steam up, but we were on our way to the sum 
 mit ere the first streaks of dawn appeared over the peaks. 
 Pike's Peak is not the highest one in Colorado. There are 
 twenty others which rise from a few feet to three hundred 
 feet higher, but Pike's Peak is the most accessible. For 
 merly its top could only be reached by bold climbers, or on 
 the backs of burros, but now the trip can be made in an 
 hour by the cog railway. Every eastern traveler is disap 
 pointed at the height of the peak, which is 14,147 feet above 
 sea level, but this is due to a comparison with eastern 
 mountains, without a consideration of the surrounding 
 height. The town of Manitou is 6,324 feet above sea level, 
 which is about the height of Mount Washington in New 
 Hampshire. Just outside of Colorado Springs we were 
 shown a small hill about two hundred feet high, called 
 Mount Washington, because its height is just that of the 
 mountain which so many tourists ascend in the East. 
 Starting from a base which was on a line with the top of 
 Mount Washington, Pike's Peak towers eight thousand 
 feet above. Huge banks of snow could be seen glistening 
 in the sun light during the day previous, while it was quite 
 warm at Manitou. 
 
 The cars are not drawn up by cables, but are pushed by 
 a locomotive in the rear. In some places the grades are 
 startling, but the curious engines seem to have no trouble 
 in pushing steadily upward. It is eight miles from the 
 starting point to the summit. Thick woods of hemlock^ 
 oak and fir trees are on either side as we gradually ascend. 
 Huge masses of rocks are piled up to the height of a 
 thousand feet, one big boulder hanging to another in the 
 
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 wildest profusion, as though they had been thrown 
 there by some great upheaval of nature. Beautiful 
 ravines we pass through, down which tumble mountain 
 streams, with an occasional waterfall leaping many feet 
 from rock to rock. Nature begins to exhibit her most 
 stern characteristics. As we get above the tops of the 
 smaller peaks, a splendid panorama presents itself. The 
 sky is without clouds, except near the horizon. The sun 
 is yet hidden behind the peaks, but is stretching up her 
 rosy arms towards the zenith. Now we are at timber line. 
 Above us rise the bare rocks and loose sand, which form 
 the barren summit of the mountain we are ascending. Not 
 a twig to be seen, but a few patches of snow to relieve the 
 gray. Below us the beautiful green foliage, the mountain 
 flowers in such marked contrast to the barrenness about 
 us. Away out on the vistas beyond, to the south, to the 
 east, such a glorious view of mountain ranges in successive 
 heights, outlined against the sky, most of them clad in their 
 foliage of green, but some of the higher peaks capped witn 
 snow. 
 
 The first rays of the sun are now touching these peaks, 
 and as each of them are lighted up, the effect is beyond the 
 pen to describe. One hundred and twenty-five miles away 
 the eye can see these magnificent mountains, whose snow 
 caps are painted in so many different colors by the king 
 of the morning, who has now aroused himself to his daily 
 task. It is a glorious sight which must impress one with 
 its grandeur so long as the mind's eye can see. 
 
 As we approach the summit, the atmosphere gets very 
 cold, and the warmest wraps do not feel amiss. There are 
 huge banks of snow on either side of the track, and we 
 seem to have been suddenly transported to some frigid 
 clime. The grade is very steep here, and the timid shrink 
 
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 from looking down the way we have come. Round and 
 round the peak we go, higher and higher, until at last with 
 a loud snort the hump-backed locomotive gives us a final 
 push right up on the top, and beyond where any other 
 railroad reaches. We alight and then drink in the glorious 
 view of nature's grandest works, with a clear atmosphere 
 and the sun still adding his touches as he ascends the heav 
 ens. It is a sight not soon to be forgotten. The summit 
 is not of large extent, and the party wandered about on the 
 snow and ice, gathering souvenirs, shivering with cold and 
 forgetful that it was July 2, and a sweltering day at home. 
 Several were severely affected by the high altitude, and 
 were obliged to keep quiet during their stay on the summit. 
 
 The descent was noteworthy, only in a repetition of the 
 views already described, and it was a hungry party which 
 arrived at the Manitou House about an hour later for 
 breakfast. 
 
 Pike's Peak is only one of the glories of Manitou. Few 
 places have so many. Surrounded by sublimities, the visi 
 tor may stay a long time without being at a loss for a new 
 canon or mountain stream or other point of interest. They 
 abound in every direction. The members of the New Jer 
 sey Special scattered through the mountains, and at most 
 of the points of interest could be seen the orange and black 
 badge of the Christian Endeavorers. We visited Chey 
 enne canon, some distance from Colorado Springs, and it 
 proved a most delightful trip. The rocky walls of the 
 canon rise 2,000 feet straight above the roadway, which 
 winds along a beautiful stream. The falls at the head of 
 the canon are very beautiful. This was the favorite resort 
 of Helen Hunt Jackson, and we were pointed to the lone 
 peak upon which her remains were interred at her request. 
 They have since been removed to Colorado City. We rode 
 
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 about Colorado Springs, which has some splendid resi 
 dences, and is said to be the wealthiest city of its size in the 
 United States, though its population is but 2,500. Many 
 mine owners live here. 
 
 Leaving Manitou on the afternoon of July 3, the New 
 Jersey Special started on its way across the Rocky Moun 
 tains. We reached the Grand Canon of the Arkansas just 
 before sunset, and passed through this magnificent gorge, 
 just when the finest shadow effects were upon the cliffs. It 
 was a ride which gives one a lasting impression. The train 
 moves slowly along the bank of the river, with the rocks 
 overhanging in some places. At times one end of the train 
 is hidden behind the cliffs as the track curves sharply 
 around the base of a huge rock. The great rocky walls 
 are shaped into all sorts of domes and pinnacles up where 
 they seem to meet the sky. Sometimes they slant back 
 ward like a man who tries to walk too straight. Then they 
 lean forward and seem about to topple over into the river 
 below. Again they stand out alone, slender and graceful. 
 The river tumbles down among the rocks in a ruby torrent, 
 but its music adds to the sublimity of the occasion. The 
 two locomotives pant wearily as they drag the long, heavy 
 train around the sharp curves. The coaches creak and 
 groan, and the echoes of the rumbling train reverberate 
 through the arches of the canon. The crested crags grow 
 higher as we advance into the heart of the mountains, and 
 the river seems to foam more madly. The way becomes 
 a mere fissure through the heights over which the sky 
 forms a gray arch in the twilight. The place is a measure 
 less gulf of air with solid walls on either side. Here the 
 granite cliffs are a thousand feet high, smooth and un 
 broken by tree or shrub; there a pinnacle soars skyward 
 for thrice that distance. No flowers are to be seen, nor 
 
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 are any birds visible. Nothing but impenetrable solitude. 
 The grandest portion of the canon is reached, where a long^ 
 iron bridge hangs suspended from the smooth walls of the 
 cliffs. Truly man has triumphed over nature here. When 
 first examined it seemed impossible that a railway could 
 be constructed through this canon. There was scarcely 
 room for the river alone, and granite ledges blocked the 
 path with their mighty bulk. But the obstructions were 
 blasted away, and a road bed was made closely following 
 the detour of the cliffs. The river is not over twenty feet 
 wide in many places, so that one can well imagine how pro 
 found is this gorge through the mountains, when we con 
 sider its great depth. 
 
 Emerging from the gorge, the narrow valley of the Ar 
 kansas was traversed, beautiful indeed, the striking ser 
 rated peaks of the Sangre de Cristo range close at hand on 
 the west, until Salida was reached, where the New Jersey 
 party spent the night in their cars awaiting daylight to con 
 tinue their journey across this great range of mountains. 
 
 Salida is a prosperous mountain town of 3,500 popula 
 tion. It has an altitude of seven thousand and fifty feet. 
 It is the junction of the standard gauge main line 
 leading via Leadville, Tennessee Pass and Glenwood' 
 Springs to Grand Junction, and the narrow gauge line, via 
 Marshall Pass to another connection with the main line at 
 Grand Junction. The party divided at this place, the 
 larger portion taking cars on the narrow gauge to cross 
 the world-famed Marshall Pass, while the remainder in our 
 own coaches went around the other way. Both routes are 
 unrivalled for their magnificent mountain scenery and for 
 engineering skill displayed in constructing railroad tracks- 
 up the steep mountain sides. The Marshall Pass route is- 
 generally considered more wonderful of the two by travel- 
 
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 ers. Leaving Salida early in the morning, we began the 
 steep ascent to the top of the Pass, which is 10,852 feet 
 above the sea level. The track winds up the mountains 
 in great loops, each one a little higher than the other, until 
 when the summit is reached, one can look down upon four 
 lines of track, terrace beyond terrace, the last so far below 
 as to be indistinct to view. At times the train slowly 
 rounds sharp curves, where the passenger can look far 
 down into valleys, thousands of feet below making him 
 hold his breath as he gazes into the dizzy depths, and he 
 wonders how the train ever gained those heights, even with 
 two locomotives tugging away at it. 
 
 But, oh, the surpassing grandeur of the scenery! As the 
 train progressed up the steep grade, the view became less 
 obstructed by mountain sides, and the eye roamed over 
 miles of cone-shaped summits. But exceeding all else in 
 grandeur were the snow-shrouded peaks of the Sangre de 
 Cristo range. Those near at hand are clearly defined, and 
 then the range extends to the southward until cloud and 
 sky and snowy peak commingle and form a vague and be 
 wildering vision. The most beautiful peak of all as seen 
 from the high altitude on Mount Ouray, was Mount An- 
 tero of the Sagnache range, which was nearer by, and was 
 so enveloped with snow far down its slopes that it seemed 
 to be wrapped in a great sheet. 
 
 Mount Ouray holds the pass, and towers grand, solitary 
 and forbidding to our right. And now while we are in rap 
 tures over the snow-capped peaks in the distance, the snow 
 begins to fall about us. First it came lightly, and then 
 developed into a real storm as we continued to ascend. The 
 hemlock and fir trees caught it in their branches, and soon 
 were as white as in a mid-winter storm. The ground was 
 nearly covered, and yet the beautiful flowers peeped 
 
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 through and added color to the scene. The whole party 
 was so charmed by the novelty and beauty of the storm, 
 that when the train pulled into the sheds at the summit 
 they rushed from the cars pell-mell and began snow balling 
 each other furiously. The snow was two or three inches 
 in depth, and it was an event of a life time for Jerseymen 
 to snow-ball each other on the Fourth of July. In the 
 midst of it all, some one began singing the long metre dox- 
 ology, and the entire party joined in heartily. It was an 
 impressive moment. 
 
 The descent to Gunnison was very beautiful, but not so 
 thrilling as the ascent. The view through the deep ravines 
 was magnificent. We took dinner at Gunnison, a flourish 
 ing town, 7,680 feet above sea level. Here we tasted the 
 far-famed trout of the Gunnison. Then followed a ride 
 through the famous black canon of the Gunnison river. Here 
 again the railroad lies for many miles upon a shelf hewn from 
 the living rock which frequently rises to analdtude of over 
 2,000 feet. The river is even more beautiful than the Arkansas 
 as it foams madly over its rocky bottom. The great cliffs 
 almost meet overhead at times, and the huge rocks are 
 piled up into fantastic shapes. For sixteen miles the route 
 lies through this magnificent canon, which rivals the canon 
 of the Arkansas and the Royal Gorge in grandeur. 
 
 Emerging from the canon we had a splendid view of the 
 Ouray Mountains, with Mount Sneffles rising more than 
 14,000 feet towards the heavens. They were completely 
 enveloped in snow, and with the brilliant touches of the 
 afternoon sun, they had the appearance of crystal moun 
 tains. Some who had seen the mountains of Switzerland, 
 declared that these came nearer to them in beauty than any 
 they had seen. For miles this range was in view, and we 
 left it behind with reluctance. 
 
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 We reached Grand Junction in the early evening, but 
 our train, which came over the Tennessee Pass, did not 
 arrive until eleven. The party on board were equally enthu 
 siastic over their ride, which had been very picturesque and 
 grand. 
 
 Grand Junction is about the only place in Colorado that 
 the Christian Endeavorers left without regret. Especially 
 was this true of those who had spent the day on the narrow 
 gauge road without the comforts of their own easy coaches, 
 and who were forced to roam about an uninteresting town 
 where good food was at a premium, awaiting the arrival 
 of their train. Many trains arrived at Grand Junction that 
 evening, and those were fortunate who could get a palat 
 able supper. Just on the verge of the Egyptian desert we 
 were advised to get provision for the future, and there was 
 a general foraging of the town. A woman who had driven in 
 from the country with a can of milk, which she sold in huge 
 black bottles, did quite a thriving business by the wayside, 
 but the sight of tender maidens wearing the C. E. badge 
 trudging along with those black bottles was rather 
 amusing. 
 
 The Grand Valley comprises several counties, and is 
 said to have a soil of remarkable richness, upon which 
 every kind of agricultural product flourishes luxuriantly. 
 As it was dark when we started out from Grand Junction, 
 we saw little of this section, and when we awakened the 
 following morning we were in the midst of the Egyptian 
 desert, which is a part of the Great American desert. Noth 
 ing but sage brush could be seen in the way of vegetation, 
 but the most wonderful formations attracted our attention. 
 On the north, for a long time, were the richly colored 
 Book-cliffs. To the south could be seen the snow-clad 
 summits of the Sierra la Sal, and San Rafel, glistening in 
 
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 the distance. All along the way the foot of hills and cliffs 
 had the most fantastic shapes that almost rivalled the Gar 
 den of the gods. Here the top of the cliff had the appear 
 ance of a huge Egyptian temple with its low roofs, eaves 
 adorned with fancy stone sculptured from the rocks, and 
 windows in their proper places. There were pinnacles 
 and obelisks and sphinxes and great crumbling ruins. 
 They were colored sufficiently to suit the most vivid imagi 
 nation. Some times they were red and some times grey. 
 Some times the walls were straight and well preserved, and 
 at other times they were falling down. The cliffs would 
 have a half dozen different colored strata in some places, 
 and looked as though swift water had cut them asunder, 
 and washed up against them, first one way and then 
 another. 
 
 When Sunday morning dawned, we had been due in Salt 
 Lake City since mid-night of Saturday. The managers 
 were cross at being obliged to travel on the Sabbath, and 
 some of the party were indignant, but we were in the 
 hands of the railroads, and patience seemed the most im 
 portant virtue. We passed through a few small settle 
 ments where the inhabitants lived in miserable huts, but 
 not until we reached Helper, where the ascent of the 
 Wasatch Mountains began, did we have another opportu 
 nity to forage for provisions. While the train was supplied 
 with ice and water, those who were fortunate enough to 
 own a tin pail or a bottle, hurried to the little wooden 
 stores, just back of the station, forgetful in their hunger, it 
 was the Sabbath day. All the milk and bread and sand 
 wiches were soon cleaned up in that town, and the rest of 
 the time was occupied in talking to the natives, most of 
 whom work for the railroad company. A service of song 
 was held at the station, which attracted many of them. 
 
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 Helper and Castle Gate, which is only a mile distant, are 
 surrounded by high cliffs of startling beauty, similar to 
 those already described, only higher and grander. Most 
 of the natives are Mormons, and there were a number of 
 snap shots taken of the little Mormon children, who looked 
 curiously at our trains. At Castle Gate were large coke 
 ovens and mining operations are in progress in the moun 
 tains. At the entrance to Castle Canon stand two tower 
 ing sand stone shafts, which rise to a height of 500 feet, 
 looking like two monstrous castles, with battlements, 
 bastions and turrets guarding the way, and just wide 
 enough apart to allow the train to pass between. The 
 canon which follows is another of sublime beauty. Castle 
 Gate is so called because of two huge pillars or ledges of 
 rock, which tower to a great height, with the river dashing 
 down between. The railroad has forced a passage by its 
 side between these two sharp promontories. 
 
 Following up this grand gorge, the train makes its way 
 into the heart of the Wasatch Mountains, reaching Sol 
 dier Summit at an elevation of 7,465 feet. Passing 
 through the Red Narrows and Spanish Fork Canon, we 
 entered the beautiful Utah Valley, and realized the joy of 
 the Mormons, when, weary with long travel in their lum 
 bering wagons over the desert, they saw this picturesque 
 valley before them with Utah Lake, a beautiful sheet of 
 clear, fresh water in the midst. 
 
 All the way from this point to Salt Lake City the scen 
 ery was charming. The Wasatch Mountains, perfectly 
 void of foliage, have a strange appearance after the Rock 
 ies. From a distance they look like huge elephants with 
 blue skins. The valley is like a well-kept garden, and is a 
 delightful relief from the barren "desert. Farm joins farm, 
 and all are so well irrigated that the crops look luxuriant, 
 
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 and fruit trees are in rich profusion. Neat homes are on 
 every side, and the whole country looks thrifty. 
 
 The shadows of evening were getting long when the 
 train drew into Salt Lake City, where we were to remain 
 until the next day. That evening a large mass 
 meeting was held in the big Mormon Tabernacle, 
 and most of the New Jersey Endeavorers were present. 
 The Tabernacle was thrown open for the occasion, and 
 some of the Mormon elders spoke, as well as Christian 
 Endeavorers. This great building, which seats about 10,- 
 ooo people, and is only surpassed for seating capacity by 
 the Ocean Grove Auditorium in this country, was deco 
 rated with the national colors, and a large C. E. badge had 
 been placed on the big organ, the largest organ in this 
 country, and only surpassed by one other in the world. 
 The exercises were exceedingly interesting, and the wor 
 shipers felt a strange thrill to have participated in a service 
 in a temple, which was formerly not a welcome place to 
 gentiles. 
 
 Salt Lake City is really an attractive place to an Eastern 
 visitor, more because of its associations than its beauty as 
 a city. To compare it with cities of same population in the 
 East, would place it in a high rank. Yet it has beautiful 
 wide avenues, splendid shade trees, some magnificent 
 buildings, and first class street railway service. Great Salt 
 Lake is a beautiful body of water, of which any city might 
 well be proud, and many were the New Jersey men and 
 maidens who enjoyed a dip in its saline waters, and the 
 fresh water shower bath which follows. Saltaire is the 
 great resort for the city, and a handsome pavilion is erected 
 there for bathers. The handsome State Capitol is also well 
 worth a visit, from the top of which there is a splendid view 
 of the surrounding country. 
 
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 But the places with which Mormonism is associated, are 
 the centre of attraction here. The Tabernacle and Temple 
 are beautifully located in one large square, surrounded by 
 a high stone wall. The Tabernacle is not an attractive 
 building from the exterior, but is low, with a rounding 
 roof. The lower portion is built of homely brick. Its 
 seating capacity and its large organ are the only redeem 
 ing features. Here is where the Mormons have their great 
 gatherings. But the Temple is a magnificent structure 
 which cost about $4,000,000. No gentile can enter this 
 and Mormons only have admission as they desire to be bap 
 tized or married. The interior appointments are said to 
 be very handsome. The work on the Temple was largely 
 done by the Mormon mechanics, who gave a certain por 
 tion of their time, rather than cash subscriptions. The 
 gold figure of the patron angel of the Mormons, adorns the 
 topmost pinnacle, blowing a trumpet. 
 
 It was with interest that we visited the Tithing house, 
 where all the church moneys are sent, and from which they 
 are distributed for various benevolent purposes; the "Bee 
 Hive," where Brigham Young resided for a long time with 
 his numerous wives; the present home of his surviving 
 favorite wife, and finally the quiet little plot where are 
 buried many of his wives. 
 
 Salt Lake City filled the whole party with curiosity to 
 see her peculiar institutions. All came away convinced that 
 Mormonism is not on the decline, while its offensive fea 
 tures may not be so prominent as before. 
 
 The ride from Salt Lake City to the foot of the Sierra 
 Nevada Mountains, is across the Alkali plains, which com 
 pose the most arid portion of the Great American desert. 
 It is a day's ride over this barren waste, where there is no 
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 vegetation but the sage brush, which seems to maintain a 
 sort of existence despite the lack of moisture. Sometimes 
 this trip is fraught with very much discomfort, owing to 
 the dust which blows over the trains in such clouds that all 
 the windows of the cars have to be kept tightly closed in 
 order to have any degree of comfort. Fortunately for the 
 New Jersey party the weather was auspicious, the atmos 
 phere was cool and there was little dust. Had it been 
 otherwise, the Jerseymen, accustomed though they are to 
 sand dunes, would have been a woe-begone lot when they 
 reached California. For owing to the delays incident 
 upon a large number of special trains, it took two days and 
 a night to span the desert. The trip was not without inter 
 est, however. There were little hamlets at long intervals, 
 where inhabitants lived in dugouts, or in mere shanties. 
 How they could be content in such a monotonous dreari 
 ness, was a mystery which the Endeavorers could not 
 solve. Some of them were in the employ of the railroad 
 company, and others had ranches on the neighboring hills, 
 where they had large herds of cattle grazing. From the 
 train these hillsides seemed as barren as the plains, but 
 the natives said there were excellent pasture lands in some 
 of the ravines. At one place a Boston woman was found 
 as mistress of an humble abode, and she was delighted to 
 talk with people from the East, which she had left many 
 years ago. 
 
 At Terrace, an humble hamlet with nothing but sand 
 dunes, and the distant mountains surrounding it, there was 
 a stop for such food as could be obtained at the close of the 
 first day out. Most of the party had provided for this des 
 ert trip, and ate their meals in the cars with the best grace 
 possible. Some had provided themselves with oil or alco 
 hol stoves, and had a regular culinary establishment in 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 33 
 
 their sections. But others were glad to get a cup of coffee, 
 or some daintily cooked food, when the opportunity came. 
 
 Two ministers occupied a stateroom in the Superb. They 
 had a cooking outfit, and were quite a success in operating 
 it. But at Terrace they entered an old colored woman's 
 hut and asked for something to eat. Old aunty was so 
 confused at the crowd of strangers that she was unable to 
 perform her duties, and made slow progress for the hungry 
 dominies. So one of them seized the skillet from her 
 hands and the other took the eggs and broke them into the 
 pan, and between them they prepared a palatable meal for 
 which they paid liberally. About the same hour that they 
 were doing this humble work, one of the ministers was on 
 the program of the great convention to make an address, 
 but there they were stalled in the great desert. 
 
 There were many amusing incidents of that ride across 
 the plains. There were frequent stops, and the weary trav 
 ellers would get off and wander about. They entered the 
 cabins of the natives, when they could, plied them with 
 all sorts of questions, and must have convinced those deni 
 zens of the desert that curiosity was not the exclusive fac 
 ulty of woman. Religious meetings were held in the cars 
 every day, and frequently there would be a song service on 
 the station platform, while the natives gathered around. At 
 Wadsworth there was an old woman who listened to the 
 singing with tears in her eyes. She said she had walked 
 a long distance to hear these gospel hymns, which she had 
 not listened to for 30 years. 
 
 It was at Wadsworth, too, that a pleasant incident hap 
 pened. Rev. T. E. Davis, the transportation manager, was 
 called to the station platform while the train waited, and 
 was presented with a purse of $115 by Rev. Dr. Chapman. 
 This had been contributed by the Endeavorers as a token 
 
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 of their regard for his work. Mr. Simmons, the Pullman con 
 ductor, was also presented with a purse of $36. 
 
 At Reno, we stopped for supper the second day, Wed 
 nesday. It was a rough and tumble Western town, but it 
 had so many characteristics of a live civilization that every 
 body rejoiced. The desert was crossed, and before dark 
 we entered the beautiful scenery of the Sierra Nevada 
 Mountains. Then followed the 40 miles of snow sheds, 
 and when we emerged it was too dark to see more. 
 When we awoke the following morning, we were almost 
 to Oakland, which bears the same relation to San Fran 
 cisco that Jersey City does to New York. We had passed 
 through Sacramento during the night, and those who were 
 awake' saw a magnificent station brilliantly lighted with 
 electric globes, which spelled the word "Welcome." The 
 C. E. Committee had been waiting for many hours to 
 receive the New Jersey party, but found few of them awake. 
 The train crossed the Sacramento river, on what is reputed 
 to be tbe largest ferry boat in the world. The train was 
 divided into two sections, but the whole train was on the 
 boat at one time. 
 
 California, the end of the long journey across the con 
 tinent, the Mecca of the C. E. hosts, is a wonderful State. 
 We saw it at a disadvantage, doubtless, as it was the dry 
 season. The foliage looked thirsty and weary of life, and 
 while the flowers and the fields and the orchards were 
 objects of wonder to us Jersey men, yet they were some 
 what disappointing, for the reason just mentioned. 
 
 We caught the first side glimpse of the Golden Gate as 
 we crossed the bay, a three mile ride from Oakland, but its 
 glories were to be better appreciated later. The bay is a 
 beautiful sheet of water, when the sun is shining upon its 
 bosom. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 35 
 
 Everyone gazed upon San Francisco with curious eyes. 
 Much was expected of this great city, which has had such 
 a romantic history. One could not help but look upon its 
 beautiful buildings and recall the fact that but few years 
 had passed since the same ground was only covered by 
 tents which protected the gold hunters who crowded 
 thither from all parts of the world to seek their fortunes. 
 
 San Francisco is a city of hills. The grades up which 
 the cable cars climb, almost make your hair stand when 
 you look below. Yet the whole city is interwoven with the 
 finest system of cable roads that we came across. One can 
 ride to the extreme end of the city and get several transfers 
 to different sections for a single fare. Up and down these 
 streets they go, never changing their speed, at an angle 
 which prohibits the use of other vehicles in many places. 
 The Golden Gate Park, the Cliff House and Sutro Heights, 
 Chinatown and the Presidio, the government reservation, 
 were the most prominent places of resort, and they would 
 be a credit to any city. Golden Gate Park is beautifully 
 located with Strawberry Hill in the centre, rising far above 
 the rest, and from the top of which there is a magnificent 
 view of the Pacific and the Golden Gate. The Cliff House 
 is built on the rocks which jut out into the ocean about 
 fifty feet from the surface. A hundred feet away are the 
 seal rocks, upon which the sea lions bask in the sun every 
 day. From the hotel far around to the north, stretches 
 the rocky coast, the only break being the entrance to the 
 Golden Gate. It is a picturesque spot. Most of the party 
 walked down to the sands below the hotel, where the beach 
 looks more like our own New Jersey, and dipped their 
 hands of the western ocean. Many of them enjoyed the 
 Sutro baths, which are said to be the finest in the world. The 
 
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 Sutro Gardens are filled with tropical vegetation of the 
 most luxuriant kind. 
 
 Mechanic's Pavilion was where the convention was held. 
 A portion of the building was devoted to bureaus of infor 
 mation for each of the States. Any information desired 
 could tie obtained here about the meetings, or about the 
 city, or* any of the side excursions. Yet there was seating 
 capacity in the audience room for nearly 10,000 persons. It 
 was a wonderful sight to witness these great audiences of 
 enthusiastic people, and this was especially true when they 
 gave the handkerchief salute. It was estimated that 40,- 
 ooo Christian Endeavorers were gathered in the city, and 
 of course they made a big crowd when they came together. 
 There were other halls where overflow meetings were held, 
 and all of the churches were open. Everything was given 
 up to C. E. The stores were decorated with the colors, the 
 streets were bright with streamers and flags with C. E. 
 emblems, and at night a huge arch of electric lights over 
 Market street, reminded the thousands who must pass be 
 neath that the Christian Endeavorers were in town. Yet 
 the halls were all so well managed that those who were for 
 tunate enough to get inside were not in the least incon 
 venienced by the crowds, only enough were let in to com 
 fortably occupy the seats. 
 
 The return trip was far more delightful to most of the 
 tourists, than the one going. 
 
 That portion of California immediately north of San 
 Francisco, we passed through in the night on our return 
 trip, and when we awoke the morning after our start, we 
 were in the midst of the beautiful Sacramento Valley. All 
 day long we followed the curves of the Sacramento river 
 and watched the restful, delightful views of nature's beauty, 
 which constantly changed as the train curved in and out 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 37 
 
 through the mountains. Two big wood-burning locomo 
 tives pulled us along with much puffing and groaning, 
 and frequent stops to renew the wood from piles along the 
 track. We passed the huts which the gold miners of '49 
 had abandoned, and looked with some curiosity at the 
 remains of the placer apparatus, which they had used. There 
 was little sign of life in those regions, which had made so 
 many rich. The Sacramento river is a limpid stream, which 
 looks as though it might be a furious torrent at times, but 
 no one would suspect its hidden wealth. 
 
 Such trestles and curves as we passed over in climbing 
 these mountains, we had never witnessed. Sometimes 
 we would slowly crawl over a rickety looking wooden 
 trestle, which seemed to span a ravine 150 feet deep. And 
 the strange part of it was that the curve of the road most 
 often occurred right where these bridges were. The long 
 trains made them creak until we trembled lest we should 
 bit cast into the depths below. 
 
 Occasional glimpses we had of that most beautiful of 
 American mountains, Shasta, but we did not arrive at the 
 nearest point to its base until about noon. At Sisson we 
 stopped for lunch, and there stood that symmetrical peak, 
 clad in pure white, just in the background. We had seen 
 loftier peaks, but none from such a low altitude. Over 
 14,000 feet she arose, and we were not over 3,000. Twenty- 
 five miles away she stood, but the distance seemed but a 
 stone's throw. Two peaks are visible, lifting their heads 
 up proudly with not a wrinkle on their brows. A splendid 
 specimen of mountain beauty. Seven extinct volcanoes 
 could be seen from this point. 
 
 The ride through Oregon was enjoyed by everyone. The 
 farming land was as fine as any seen on the trip, the farms 
 were well kept, and there was an appearance of thrift on 
 
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 every hand. At Albany the farmers showed an enterpris 
 ing" spirit by bringing their fruits and other produce to the 
 railroad station, where they placed it for the inspection of 
 the Eastern travellers. It was a splendid show of agricul 
 tural products. In fact the whole party were quite enam 
 ored with Oregon, because of its apparent thrift, fertility, 
 beauty of scenery and mild, equable climate. 
 
 Portland, with the splendid sail on the Columbia river; 
 Tacoma and Seattle were all thoroughly enjoyed by the 
 tourists. Unfortunately the time was cut so short at Port 
 land that those who took the ride on the river, saw little of 
 the city. The Christian Endeavorers of the city gave us a 
 splendid welcome, and presented souvenirs to each of the 
 tourists.' But so anxious were most of the party to see the 
 majestic Columbia, that they showed small appreciation of 
 this thoughtfulness. 
 
 Portland is probably the most attractive city of the West. 
 At least it appeals more forcibly to the Eastern traveller. 
 It has magnificent residences, built more in the style of the 
 East, and its location, especially the "Heights," is most 
 charming. After reaching the summit on the cable cars, 
 the view is magnificent. For miles the Williamette and 
 Columbia can be seen, and four snow capped peaks are 
 outlined against the sky in different directions. Hood, 
 Rainier, Adams and St. Helens are all in full view, and 
 there is no prettier quartet of peaks in the world. 
 
 The sail down the Williamette and up the Columbia was 
 one which leaves such a restful, lasting impression. The 
 Columbia seems more like the St. Lawrence than any other 
 eastern river. It is four miles wide where Williamette 
 enters it, and for many miles it flows between low banks 
 fringed with small trees. But as we ascend it narrows, and 
 the scenery along the banks is entrancing. We naturally 
 
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 compared it with our own lordly Hudson, and we were 
 loath to give over the honors of the latter until we reached 
 that magnificent part which corresponds to the palisades of 
 the Hudson, and then we yielded. So picturesque were 
 those cliffs rising up several hundred feet above the river, 
 and surmounted by pinnacles and minarets, which add to 
 their beauty. Castle Rock and Cape Horn were not only 
 huge walls of rock, but were beautifully formed by the 
 Divine architect. We came to the conclusion that this sur 
 passed the Hudson, as the Hudson surpasses the Rhine. 
 Time required that we should turn back ere we reached the 
 still more picturesque cascades, and it was with sighs of 
 regret that the bow of the steamer was turned down stream. 
 All the way up the river we had grand old Mt. Hood right 
 directly in front of us, sixty miles away when we first saw 
 her, but seeming not more than five. Nothing could be 
 more symmetrical than her perfectly white sides sloping 
 down to river level from a height of 12,000 feet. But when 
 the full moon rose over her snowy brow later in the even 
 ing, it was the most glorious vision one could imagine. It 
 was nearly mid-night when we reached Portland, but the 
 ride down the river by moon-light had been ideal, and a 
 most delightful relief from dust and noise of the train. 
 
 The following morning we took breakfast at Tacoma, 
 and spent a short time riding about the streets. Aside 
 from Portland, we saw more of the art of the architect here 
 than in any of the cities west of Minneapolis. There were 
 beautiful residences scattered about on the hillside, which 
 sloped down to Puget Sound. Many eastern people have 
 homes in the town, we were told. It is a busy little place 
 with large shipping interests. 
 
 While the train proceeded to Seattle, a two hours' ride, 
 a small party of us made the distance by boat through the 
 
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 sound. It was a most delightful ride, and we learned to 
 our surprise, from the captain, that the sound is never 
 closed by ice in winter, and that there is very little snow on 
 the ground in winter in Washington. The climate is mod 
 erated by the warm ocean currents. 
 
 Seattle is a typical western town. It lies on a hillside, 
 and from the sound many streets could be seen, all over 
 grown with grass. The business part contains some very 
 fine buildings. The Court House and school houses sur 
 pass those of equal towns in the east. But the residence 
 portion is spread over a large acreage, with streets poorly 
 kept, fences not in repair, no sidewalks, and with houses so 
 irregular in size and style as to make one think that each one 
 was built without any regard to the other. It has a most 
 magnificent body of water in Lake Washington, which 
 borders one side of the city. The parks on the lake side 
 are very pretty. Seattle is a very busy place, many of the 
 steamship lines from the Orient having their terminals 
 here. 
 
 The scenery all through Washington and Idaho could 
 not be surpassed for its beauties, and the Northern Pacific 
 Railroad gave a service so far surpassing other roads which 
 we passed over in the far West, that it was appreciated. 
 With big locomotives we rushed through the mountains 
 with a feeling of safety. Ravines, mountain peaks, mag 
 nificent groves, limpid streams, were the treat of this part 
 of the journey. 
 
 We ate a most palatable breakfast at Spokane, on Satur 
 day morning. The chief point of interest in this town are 
 the falls in the Spokane river. The water converges from 
 five different channels and leaps gracefully over the rocks 
 to the bed below, a very pretty water scene. 
 
 At Missoula, in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, we 
 
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 were welcomed with true western hospitality. The brass 
 band was playing as we drew into the station, and carriages 
 and omnibuses and horse cars drawn by mules were await 
 ing to convey us about the town. Everything was free to 
 Christian Endeavorers in this mountain town. All work 
 was laid aside and business was suspended in anticipation 
 of the event. Even the bakers forgot to brew, as we could 
 get no cake Saturday night that had been baked later than 
 Tuesday. At the station a meeting was held, and several 
 addresses made by Jerseymen and mountaineers. 
 
 Sunday was spent at Helena, with little satisfaction to 
 any one, except that there were good services at the 
 churches. It is a rough and tumble town, said to be the 
 wealthiest in the country. We rode on streets that were 
 literally paved with gold (the refuse of the gold mines) but 
 we were glad when the time came to leave. 
 
 The next objective point was Livingston, Cinnabar and 
 Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone Park. What a 
 grand day we had. Leaving Livingston at early morning, 
 we reached Cinnabar before noon, and there took carriages 
 for the Springs. It was a sight never before seen, so they 
 told us, a string of 30 carriages, most with four horse teams 
 and some with six. It was a glorious ride along that quiet, 
 pensive, but beautiful Yellowstone. The mountains rose 
 high on either side, and often the roadway was on the 
 rocks jutting out from the side of the mountains with 
 scarcely room for another vehicle to pass. 
 
 We dismounted at the Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel, 
 and spent an interesting afternoon in roaming about 
 among the hot springs, which have bubbled over the cliffs 
 so long that the latter are converted into huge banks of 
 crystal that have the appearance in the sunlight of big 
 banks of snow piled on each other, and then dyed with 
 
42 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 streaks of rich brown and yellow and red. These forma 
 tions from the springs are most wonderful. And the springs 
 themselves as they bubble forth so hot from the rocks be 
 low that some of the party boiled eggs for their lunch in 
 one of them, are a curious study. They make one feel 
 strangely near the infernal regions. The strong smell of 
 sulphur adds to this feeling. These springs are bubbling 
 out everywhere, and the formations from the deposits of 
 the water are extremely beautiful. We left the springs 
 with regret in the early evening, and after a delightful ride 
 back to our train, we were soon homeward bound, and the 
 following morning had left the Rocky Mountains and all 
 their grandeur far behind us. 
 
 Through the bad lands of Dakota, with all their curious 
 formations, through the magnificent wheat fields of the 
 same state into Minnesota, with her wealth of fertility and 
 waterways. It was a ride not of grand mountain scenery, 
 but of interest to everyone. Nothing can surpass that 
 stretch of 2,000 miles spanned by the Northern Pacific, be 
 tween Portland and St. Paul. We stopped at Minneapolis 
 long enough to get a view of Minnehaha Falls, and a few 
 of its splendid buildings, and then devoted the remainder 
 of the time to St. Paul. Both of these cities had a tinge of 
 eastern development entirely foreign to all the cities of the 
 West. 
 
 Over the Northwestern route from St. Paul to Chicago 
 is a beautiful ride which we did almost entirely in the night 
 and reached Chicago early the following morning. Only 
 a short stay there, and we were off on the homeward 
 stretch, passing through some of the more fertile portions 
 of Ohio and Indiana, which differed so much from the sec 
 tion crossed in going west that they seemed like other 
 states. Not until we reached Cumberland, Va., did we 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 43 
 
 retrace our westward tracks. But the ride over the Appal- 
 lachian chain by daylight on the Baltimore and Ohio, was 
 enjoyed by everyone, for the scenery is charming. 
 
 We arrived at Philadelphia early in the evening and 
 there the South Jersey people left the train amid many 
 adieus. At Trenton Junction another party left the train 
 and a large number alighted at Bound Brook. All were 
 glad to reach home, yet felt regrets at parting from their 
 companions on such a wonderful journey. 
 
To describe the scenery of the trip is a most difficult 
 task. The appreciation of the beauty, grandeur, or sub 
 limity of nature is a matter of temperament. Knowing 
 that what impressed me may have been unnoticed by oth 
 ers, I will make no attempt beyond a very general descrip 
 tion, leaving the details to be filled in by each individual. 
 Even a pen of a ready writer could not tell the story ade 
 quately, and besides, it would take more space than a 
 book of this kind could accommodate. We are more or 
 less familiar with the scenery east of the Alleghanies and 
 hence attention is first directed to the rich farm lands of 
 Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri and Kansas. We know 
 now why the price of corn is low, and what it is that makes 
 the western farmer rejoice when wheat takes a rise. There 
 were acres of sage brush (which, by the way, has no botan 
 ical connection with grandmother's sage tea, or the sage 
 flavored gravy which the Northern Pacific dining car 
 served,) in Colorado and Utah and Nevada, less of it would 
 have been just as interesting, but the oases that were 
 formed by water from irrigating ditches, made it plain to 
 us that these dry heaps of sand can be transformed into fer 
 tile gardens. Everywhere there were evidences that under 
 neath the hills were millions of dollars worth of precious 
 metals. 
 
 California was wonderland indeed. A place of perpetual 
 
46 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 winter and a place of perpetual summer. We saw it and it 
 was a garden; again we saw it and it was a desert. It was 
 like a wheat field, an orchard, a vineyard, a pasture field. It 
 is a land of natural contradictions, and the resources of this 
 wonderful state will ever be praised by those to whom she 
 gave such a hearty welcome. While we praise California, 
 we must not forget Oregon and Washington. Such for 
 ests, farms, mountains, rivers, cities! Idaho, too, must have 
 a share when praise is being distributed, for did she not 
 squeeze her slender form between Washington and Mon 
 tana, so that we might say we had been within her boun 
 daries? The ranches of Montana confirmed in us a pur 
 pose of buying Montana horses, but Missoula's welcome 
 seemed more real that Helena's wealth. Dakota took the 
 eye of the tillers of the soil. Acres upon acres of rich, 
 flat, farm land, and never a stone to interrupt the passage 
 of the plow. Minnesota and Wisconsin showed us black 
 ened stumps in great multitudes. They were monuments 
 to the memory of millions of forest monarchs, who have 
 given their lives to the lumber dealers in distant cities. 
 This catalogue would not be complete with Minneapolis 
 and St. Paul unmentioned. A resident of the latter place 
 informed me, as his bosom swelled with manly pride, that 
 "there are no horse cars in St. Paul, only electric cars." I 
 heard no such advantages in Minneapolis. We saw Chi 
 cago too, what magnificent scenery there is in the North 
 western and Baltimore and Ohio depot yards. 
 
 I must not forget, however, to tell the story of the great 
 mountain ranges whose splendor had splendor added to 
 them in the lofty peaks that arose here and there. Canons 
 and gorges there were walled up with stupendous chunks 
 cut or rolled from the mountain side. Forest trees towered 
 heavenward, and at their feet thick underbrush growing 
 
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 among the rocks, made coverts for savage beasts, and hid 
 ing places for spotted snakes. The cliffs were set with 
 starry speckles that told of gold and silver hidden beneath 
 the rocky foundations. Rivers there were whose cascades 
 sang merry songs, while boiling rapids raged and growled. 
 The placid lakes showed their love for Dame Nature, by 
 bearing her image in their bosoms, or helped the bright 
 ness of the sun by flashing his likeness from every ripple. 
 Whether we beheld the dignified Mississippi, the big muddy 
 Missouri, the reckless Arkansas which smoothed the 
 wrinkles from every boulder that dared interrupt its pas 
 sage; the mighty Sacramento, whose bed and banks of 
 golden sand were appropriate guides for the course to the 
 Golden Gate, or the Columbia, alive with luscious salmon, 
 and laving with her silvery waters the peculiar pinnacles 
 of rock that looked so weird as we took that moonlight 
 ride; our tongues would cleave to the roof of our mouths 
 because we could not speak. Let them cleave there if we 
 ever forget these wonders! 
 
 The mountains are the most wonderful of all. Lan 
 guage cannot describe them. Human words are insufficient; 
 they appeal to the inmost soul. Pike's Peak and Shasta 
 and Hood and Jefferson and a dozen others are worthy of 
 their places in fame. Their lofty peaks were white as 
 snow untrodden by foot of man could be, save where some 
 precipice, decorated with glistering crystals, showed its 
 head through ice field and glacier. Silently and majes 
 tically their summits stood and pointed upwards like a 
 huge finger guiding the eye to heaven, the dwelling place 
 of Him who made the mountains. A cathedral wrapped 
 in gloom may fill us with the sense of the presence of God, 
 but we must adore His majesty and might, while under 
 the spell of Shasta and her sisters. 
 
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 The clear air was favorable to scenery. We never saw 
 the stars so bright, nor the moon so silvery. As our train 
 sped along the rails, and the evening shades began to fall, 
 we could almost see the silence of the darkened crooks and 
 crannies of the ravines. The trees were transformed into 
 giants, the shrubbery into hobgoblins, and the flowers into 
 elves and fairies. Nature outdid herself in the sunset in 
 Dakota. The clouds were heavy, for the storm which 
 broke upon us two hours later, in all the bluster of a wes 
 tern shower, was gathering. Just before the sun sank 
 below the horizon, a rift in the clouds let the light through 
 and filled the whole sky with radiancy. The rich green of 
 the prairie was tinted with the brilliant scarlet and orange 
 from on high. Lines of purple gold stretched from hori 
 zon to zenith. Here and there were masses of billowy 
 cloud; their purple centres edged with golden feathers, and 
 upholding pearly battlements decorated with gold and sil 
 ver, fitting pinnacles indeed for the dome of heaven. 
 
 Having seen all this, and more, shall we not in the future 
 love our native land better than before? Her natural 
 beauty is the grandest in the world; her resources the 
 richest beneath the skies. As never before we will sing: 
 
 "I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills, 
 My heart with rapture thrills, 
 Like that above." 
 
foiling by the 
 
 To tell of what, when and where we did our eating, ought 
 not to prove an uninteresting chapter. Speaking gener 
 ally we ate anything we could get, and were glad if we 
 could get anything. We ate at all hours of the day and 
 night. In respect to us, C. E. might be interpreted as Con 
 tinually Eating. We ate wherever the train stopped, and it 
 stopped everywhere. We were not particular how we ate; 
 the thing to do was to eat, and to do it lively, or else get 
 left. One spoon did for five or six, and the seventh stirred 
 his coffee with his fork, that is provided he had a fork. 
 One knife for each person was the rule, and as many butter 
 knives as there were people. Manners were gone. No 
 one pretended to do the thing in form. If he did, he did 
 nothing else. Occasionally the crowd was rapped for a 
 blessing, and the one blessing served to give thanks for 
 what we were about to get, and what we had already eaten. 
 One reverend gentleman was called upon to say grace when 
 he was in the middle, the most interesting part, of his din 
 ner. It was a question with him whether he should look 
 forward, or back. Whether to be thankful for what he 
 had already received, or what he still had in expectation. 
 Being safe on the first proposition, he wisely confined him 
 self to the second. Some ate their meals, if meals they 
 could be called, on the folding bed. All beds fold in the 
 West. Some dined off the stove, which was as cold as the 
 
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 coffee, and that was cold always. Others carried what 
 they could grab into the Pullman and ate there, and then 
 spent their time in looking for more. Eating was one of 
 the stern problems of the excursion. All along the line, 
 from Baltimore to the Golden Gate, the manna melted, no 
 matter whether the sun struck it or not. One of the proph 
 ets says: "The wild ass, used to the wilderness, snuff eth 
 up the wind at her pleasure." I can understand that now; 
 there were some places where there was nothing else to 
 "snuff up." Some days we dined on wind. Were glad to get 
 it. Like the wild ass we became used to it. We have 
 come to miss it. We didn't get fat on it, but we snuffed it. 
 Don't for a minute think I am trying to be funny. 
 There wasn't anything funny in it. Breakfast at four 
 o'clock in the afternoon only seems funny in print. In 
 actual experience it ceases to be a joke. When there was 
 any possibility of getting to a town, at some remote hour, 
 we wired for something to eat, and, ordinarily, the whole 
 population turned out to see us do it. The way we pol 
 ished dishes seemed to amuse them. It was serious busi 
 ness for us. One section of the New York train followed 
 in our wake for a number of miles. They always found 
 the dining rooms swept and garnished. Swept clean of 
 food and garnished with bones. I assume this became 
 monotonous, for once they sent a telegram ahead beseech 
 ing that the Jersey crowd be not fed. Jersey fed all the 
 same, and when the New Yorkers arrived, the Jerseymen 
 were vanishing away, and with them every morsel of food 
 to be had. New York has no further use for New Jersey. 
 These are sober facts of history, undigested and disorderly 
 it may be, but so is the food with which we are still encum 
 bered. Once glad to be, but we are now converted. Vari 
 ous remedies, by patient application, may in time help mat- 
 
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 ters. One minister preached on the convention after he 
 returned, and among other things said, "I have just become 
 used to one meal a day, and now I am under necessity of 
 taking three." I understand from his wife that he was under 
 no serious embarrassment. I suppose there ought to be 
 some order in the narration of these things, but the din 
 ing was disorderly, and nothing falls into harmony. 
 
 C. E. stands for a lot of things we never thought of before. 
 Cheese Eaters. Cookie Eaters. Cracker Eaters. Coffee Eaters, 
 it was too thick to drink. Candy Eaters. Chicken Eaters. 
 CucumberEaters. One Philadelphia minister will remem- 
 
 er the cucumbers. Like the children of Israel, he lusted 
 for them, and had a very narrow escape of being useful at 
 Helena. In a more general sense, C. E. stands for other 
 things. Clamorous Eaters. Circumspect Eaters, eating 
 everything in sight and then looking around for more. 
 Contented Eaters, the first in the dining room, notably cer 
 tain ones from Belvidere, Salem, Washington, etc. The 
 last might stand for Philadelphia and Newark. Curious 
 Eaters, curious to know what they were eating. Deviled 
 crabs at Baltimore puzzled the whole crowd; every one 
 agreed that it was fish, and good, but none knew what sort 
 
 f fish ; possibly the mode of preparation accounts for their 
 nocence. Then there were the Colored Eaters, no small 
 contingent. These were the porters. They ate as if they 
 were used to it. Speaking of the porters; one was left 
 behind at a station; another porter remarked the he would 
 soon catch up, as he saw him eating tomatoes. "What's 
 that got to do with it?" somebody asks, and the porter 
 replies, ''Have you never heard of Tomato Ketchup?" At 
 the time we regarded this as a thin joke. We were in no 
 condition to appreciate it. Some of us will not soon for 
 get one of these hungry looking porters at one of the eating 
 
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 stations in Utah. Breakfast was early that morning, that 
 is if you are not mindful of being specially accurate, it was 
 about 11:30 A. M. For some days this porter had evi 
 dently eaten nothing. He was obliged to keep fast days 
 according to ancient traditions. The crowd was religi 
 ous enough in this respect. This porter had an opportu 
 nity. The future was very uncertain. Like the camel of 
 the desert, he made up his mind to take on a load for emer 
 gencies. He had before him a meat platter filled with 
 baked beans, a favorite dish with the porters. They stay 
 by you. In the middle of the platter was a huge piece of 
 corned beef, say two pounds, fringed by at least four quarts 
 of beans. The splendid way in which those beans dis 
 solved before that darkie, would make a Chinaman and his 
 chop-sticks blush. While the plate was being polished, 
 the white eye-balls of the darkie were rolling around in 
 search of something else; lovingly they came to rest on a 
 suspicious looking pie; between beans, he called out ner 
 vously to the waiter, lest some one capture the pie before 
 him, "Is dat pear pie, boss?" "Dunt no, I'll see" was the 
 reply, and forthwith a long dirty finger was thrust under 
 the crust, and out came a cherry. It was not pear pie, and 
 under the circumstances not a very desirable cherry pie. 
 Speaking of Utah, no person on either of the Jersey sec 
 tions will ever forget a place called Helper. The place is 
 called Helper, because it is located at the beginning of a 
 heavy grade, and ordinarily an additional engine is attached 
 to the train to "helper" up the grade. We arrived there on 
 Sunday morning. We had no intention of travelling on 
 Sunday, but conscience weakened under the pangs of 
 hunger. It was a work of necessity not to speak of mercy. 
 We should have been in Salt Lake City on Saturday morn 
 ing, but we were late, and that's no joke, for it was now 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 53 
 
 Sunday morning, and the Mormon city was still some 
 twelve or fourteen hours ahead of us. Helper was not to 
 be despised that Sunday morning. Four little houses and 
 a small eating station, but this was superabundance to what 
 we had grown accustomed. In about a minute after the 
 train stopped, standing room in the eating room was at a 
 premium, and the four little homesteads were literally 
 swarming with hungry Jerseymen, and this includes 
 women. It was the writer's fortune, with several clergy 
 men, to get into one of these 8 by 12 rooms, which was 
 flanked by a similar sized kitchen. One poor woman, a 
 native, was doing her best in a bewildered way to supply 
 the ham and eggs, which was the sole dish on the menu; 
 they came slow, so slow that one of the ministers, about 
 six feet tall, you all know him, out of tender sympathy for 
 the poor body at work, or more likely from a suspicion 
 that he would get left, decided to "helper," and himself as 
 well. So it happened that at about the time he might have 
 been ascending the pulpit in his own church, he was stand 
 ing before that red hot kitchen stove, frying ham and eggs. 
 He had no monopoly, for soon two other clergymen had 
 gone into the same business, and ere long they were the 
 picture of contentment, as they leisurely stored away the 
 provender so secured. I have, perhaps, said a little too 
 much about ministers in this article, but it is because they 
 were much in evidence. It is possibly characteristic when 
 it becomes a question of eating. There was one man on 
 our section, I don't know his name, but he was known to 
 some of us under the name of Coffee. We called him that 
 because he took coffee wherever we stopped. In a mild 
 way I should say that he drank enough coffee to supply a 
 ship canal between New York bay and San Francisco har 
 bor. Milk was the most generally consumed article of diet 
 
54 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 The quantity of it that was gathered into those Pullmans 
 in all sorts of vessels would certainly float the United States 
 navy. I never saw the like of it. Some people had noth 
 ing else. Whenever the train had passed a station, all the 
 cows in the neighborhood thought it was a cyclone. I 
 understand they have declined to give any more milk for 
 a month. 
 
 Some people started with huge baskets filled with 
 eatables. A precaution that was fully justified in 
 experience. One of my friends, by no means an inex 
 perienced traveller, my companion on this trip, turned up 
 his nose at these baskets. He said, "I can't abide these 
 cold meals; the smell of hard boiled eggs and dry ham 
 sandwiches always make me sick." I agreed with him, 
 and we started with nothing in reserve. By the time we 
 arrived in Salt Lake City, we were both properly converted, 
 and on Monday morning you could have seen two chast 
 ened Endeavorers going softly through the streets of the 
 Mormon city, and quietly loading two great baskets. I 
 fail to remember all that was in them; a chafing dish, 
 plates, cups, saucers, knives, forks, spoons, salt, pepper, 
 bread, butter, fresh eggs, canned meats, chipped beef, 
 cheese, coffee, sugar, condensed mitfc, etc. We entered 
 our car with the satisfied reflection that we would starve 
 no more. Like some other things, this is much more fine 
 in print than in experience. The first meal was a great 
 success. It was breakfast. We prepared it together. Soft 
 boiled eggs. Frizzled beef in condensed milk (a little 
 sweet). Bread and butter, coffee. What more do you 
 want? As I said we prepared that meal together, and 
 were both satisfied, but lost our enthusiasm in doing the 
 cooking; we made the porter wash the dishes. We 
 decided to take turns at cook. When he cooked the meals 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 55 
 
 -were excellent, to him; when I cooked they were all right, 
 for me. If the thing had gone on we couldn't have con 
 tinued good friends, so we gave up the whole outfit, reserv 
 ing the chafing dish to the porter. On the basis of our 
 munificent donation the porter set up the business and 
 charged us ten cents a cup for coffee; business increased 
 with astonishing rapidity, and soon the porter of the car 
 ahead was in partnership with ours; out of the profits the 
 capital stock was increased sufficiently to. warrant the pur 
 chase of two oil stoves and additional cups and spoons; if 
 the trip had gone on much further the George & Benjamin 
 Franklin Co. would have had a chattel mortgage on all of 
 as. It was a costly experiment, but wisdom is always 
 expensive, and especially so when, like Jacob, you get it 
 by experience. I could write much more, but I am lim 
 ited in space, and have already far exceeded that which was 
 allotted to me. I can only say in conclusion, if hereafter 
 any hot blooded, youthful Endeavorers want to travel 
 through the wild and wooly West on a New Jersey section, 
 with nothing to eat but a vision of prairie dogs, they are 
 welcome to it, but as for me, my delight is with the sons 
 of men who know enough to travel on trains that carry a 
 dining car. 
 
Slewing (;ar Contemplations. 
 
 There were personal reasons for my thinking much 
 about our sleeping accommodations. We were nine suc 
 cessive nights in our car going, and as many returning. 
 Usually my bed was the last one made ; although' I was the 
 longest sleeper on the car. 
 
 One morning I borrowed a measuring rule of an engi 
 neer and took the length and breadth of my boudoir. As 
 I am six feet and three inches from scalp to the tendon of 
 Achilles, I thought of the Scripture, "the bed was shorter 
 than a man could stretch himself Upon it." It proved to be 
 six feet two inches "short," and two feet ten inches "nar 
 row," with less than three feet space between berths when 
 ready for the night. I occupied alone the lower berth of 
 the eighteenth section. 
 
 A double-hinged door presumably separated my section 
 and the opposite one from the rest of the car, but was kept 
 open twenty-three hours and thirty minutes of the twenty- 
 four. These two sections became the main sitting room 
 and reception room of our caravansary on wheels. A con 
 tinuous aisle ran from platform to platform. 
 
 The gentlemen, last to retire, lingered around our made 
 or unmade bed until 1 1 o'clock, and often later, for reasons 
 best known to themselves. This shortened my hours of 
 sleep at the beginning. Then there was a well-meaning 
 rustic who was afflicted with the disease of early rising, and 
 
58 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 who, for my interest in sleep, the gods be praised, left us 
 for an extended tour of Yellowstone Park. He was usually 
 at the laver before 4 130 A. M. splashing like a duck, puffing 
 like a porpoise, and talking like a windmill. 
 
 At ii P. M. the gas was turned nearly off, and you could 
 glance down a dim corridor, two feet wide, formed btween 
 continuous curtains for sixty feet, and about eight feet 
 high. 
 
 Each lower berth gave the occupant or occupants an 
 undisputed right to nearly sixty cubic feet of air. Each 
 upper berth had more, because of the unobstructed space 
 between the pillow and the dome of the car. The tribula 
 tions of an excursionist can not be fully described. A 
 vivid imagination will complete what can neither be writ 
 ten nor kodacked. When some who had the courage, born 
 of their surroundings, attempted to lay aside some of their 
 travel-stained garments before getting between the sheets, 
 the scene was variegated. Persons behind opposite cur 
 tains on a two feet aisle, trying to partially disrobe upon 
 a lurching car, with porter and passengers passing momen 
 tarily, will find themselves in peculiar, and sometimes pain 
 ful contacts. The avoirdupois upon your feet, or the 
 momentum with which your fifth rib comes in contact with 
 the side of the berth, or your cranium collides with the 
 ceiling, you have neither time nor temper to calculate with 
 mathematical exactness. And sometimes nolens volens, a 
 motion of the car, peoples the corridor with more than an 
 occasional animated robe de nuit, pajama or jeagris 
 most approved. The conditions which would, in well 
 regulated homes, shock the sense of propriety and cause 
 scamperings, are simply inevitable. But as all are shar 
 ers in the situation, with commendable equanimity, we rush 
 to cover, if only with the success of an ostrich. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 59 
 
 The effort of the uninitiated to get into a berth for the first 
 time, will not be forgotten. If after two or three attempts 
 to get into bed and get the proper extremity upon the pil 
 low, and especially into an upper berth from the top of a 
 narrow and uncertain step ladder, you succeed, you are 
 to be congratulated. More than one man had an upper 
 berth in a section in which the lower was occupied by 
 ladies, whose acquaintance he had made upon the car. For 
 a timid man, the situation presented new problems. How shall 
 he make the simplest preparation for the night, such as 
 unlacing his shoes? Shall he sit upon the floor in the aisle 
 and be trodden upon; or upon the edge of the lower berth 
 wherein are the ladies, or unwilling even to part the cur 
 tains, try to climb over the pole and roll into his berth, 
 shoes and all? And into their berths these bashful men 
 generally went as presentable as when they appeared in our 
 car parlor before breakfast. 
 
 So far I have spoken of facts visible, but behind the cur 
 tains are invisible fact and fancy. It is impossible to reconcile 
 our ideas of godliness and cleanliness with keeping on the 
 same garments night and day for several successive days, 
 even on a journey. Shoes must be unlaced and garments 
 removed. And a person must be considerably undersize 
 who can sit upright in a lower berth. A man must hump 
 his back and spring up until his curved spine strikes the 
 upper berth in order to get his coat skirts from under him. 
 And it will require several efforts of this kind for securing 
 results, which are complicated by the situation. Then he 
 must practice the long neglected feat of his boyhood, called 
 "skinning the cat," to get all the way out of coat and other 
 garments. But particulars can not be given in detail. But 
 extended arms secure bruised knuckles, and strained posi 
 tions are uncomfortable. Sometimes the whole body must 
 
60 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 be lifted from the mattress, until only the head and feet 
 touch. Various necessities in disrobing require the repe 
 tition of this beautiful feat in athletics. Within our limited 
 space these motions of the body requiring the skill of a 
 gymnast, have been required by male and female, old and 
 young. It was often felt, if not expressed, "this pent up 
 Utica does so contract our powers." Possibly the trials 
 of the ladies, for the same causes, were more than those of 
 the gentlemen. One of their serious complaints was the 
 brass ornament at the lock of the upper berth. It was 
 asserted that a thrifty porter could set up a hair establish 
 ment and provide a switch with the color of the hair of 
 every lady on his car. 
 
 And morning comes after the longest night. To become 
 invested with that of which we have been divested, is in 
 many respects attended with greater difficulties. The mat 
 ter of arranging the toilet was more complicated where two 
 occupied a berth. The ladies who did this had our sym 
 pathies, and we commend them for their neat appearance 
 and true womanliness under all circumstances. A brother 
 minister had an upper berth. The lower was occupied by 
 two ladies first met on the car. It seemed imperative to 
 prepare for the night as well as for the day upon the nar 
 row area and cramped positions of his sleeping place. He 
 had to disappear in full dress and reappear in the morning 
 as presentable as possible. Not enjoying the situation he 
 wanted to share my berth. And I was compelled to refuse 
 his request. But why? Because he was fat and I was 
 long. The shortness of my bed compelled me to lie bias, 
 or as a Xtian scientist would say, diagonally. Either W. 
 would have had to curl himself in the corner at my head 
 or feet, or our bodies would have formed an X, with the 
 point of contact amid-ships. In this last adjustment each 
 
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 could only get his half of the bed by lying on both sides of 
 the other fellow. 
 
 But humor aside the Pullman was a great comfort. Even 
 a contracted sleeping place was indispensable. Here we 
 found tired nature's sweet restorer. As we think of some 
 things here intimated, and of some we have not ventured 
 to describe, which were even more amusing, we will have 
 liappy thoughts of the companions of our great excursion, 
 or laugh and perhaps grow fat. 
 
Devotional Meetings or\ tfo fprair\. 
 
 It is said that Sir William Cecil, when he was lord-treas 
 urer of England, would sometimes throw off his official 
 gown, and say, "lie there, lord-treasurer." The truly pious 
 cannot throw off their religion and say, "Lie there, Chris 
 tian." Their religion is not a garment. It is a life. It is 
 not put on and off. It is put in and out. It is just as nat 
 ural for the Christian to give light and sweetness and joy, 
 as it is for the star to shine, the rose to breathe, and the 
 bird to sing. The New Jersey Christian Endeavorers did 
 not wear their religion, as a robe, to San Francisco, but 
 they used it as a life. Chapters of evidence might be sub 
 mitted. A few fragments must suffice. 
 
 Just after we left the state of New Jersey, a young lady 
 on the second section of our train became ill. Her travel 
 ling companion was a young lady whom she had never met 
 before; but in her she found a faithful friend, a patient, cheer 
 ful and wise nurse, who sacrificed with joy and served with 
 devotion. The most beautiful friendship is when Jesus 
 Christ welds the links of heaven's gold. The most perfect 
 service is where He lives in a human soul. At the railroad 
 stations this Christian Endeavor nurse might be seen try 
 ing to purchase delicacies for the sick one. At many of the 
 points of interest she remained on the car with her patient, 
 and, through all this, there was not the sound of a murmur. 
 
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 She made us think of Jesus. So did others, because there 
 were similar instances of exemplary fidelity. It was not at 
 all unusual to see Christian Endeavorers reading their 
 Bibles every day. A bright, consecrated Endeavorer found 
 delight in arranging a Bible class for Sunday. When she 
 could not get one teacher, because he had been at Pike's 
 
 Peak, and , with charming perseverance, she 
 
 worked until she secured another. 
 
 Each day, about 7:30 p. m., the passengers and dele 
 gates, being invited, would assemble in different cars, where 
 helpful services were held. The leaders were usually 
 selected from the numerous clergymen on board. The 
 meetings were opened with inspiring songs. The leader 
 would then make a prayer, which was followed by singing, 
 and this in turn by reading a portion of Scripture. Then 
 came a brief address, more singing, and then the Christian 
 Endeavorers would recite passages of Scripture and speak. 
 Certainly it was difficult at times to conduct these meet 
 ings. There is a vast difference between a fast, flying train 
 and a comfortable church edifice, but some could hear, all 
 could participate, and God could understand. Sometimes 
 opportunities were afforded for holding services at the sta 
 tions, where the train was to remain for awhile. These 
 opportunities were eagerly embraced. Persons residing 
 near the stations seemed delighted to hear the singing, 
 prayers and remarks. The station-masters would cheer 
 fully consent to the holding of the services, and, when 
 it was possible, they and the railroad men generally 
 attended. At one of these stations there was found a large 
 Mormon population. The superintendent of the primary 
 department of the Bethany Presbyterian Sunday School, 
 who was en route to San Francisco with us, taught the lit 
 tle Mormon children an impressive Sunday School lesson. 
 
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 At the close of the lesson she made a tender appeal to the 
 children, and they held up their hands for^ prayer. The 
 effect of this meeting was somewhat spoiled by a ludicrous 
 blunder on the part of a zealous clergyman from New 
 Jersey. He thought it would be an excellent idea to have the 
 children sing at the close of the services. Accordingly he 
 selected from a Mormon hymnal, a song beginning with a 
 reference to Christ. Without reading the entire stanza, 
 he promptly requested the children to sing that hymn. 
 They agreed to do so. When the prayer was ended they 
 began to sing with voices clear, sweet and ringing, and 
 each stanza closed with, "I'll be a little Mormon and follow 
 Brigham Young." There is a moral here transparently 
 clear. 
 
 At another station among the eager spectators was an 
 old lady, who said she had come a long distance to see the 
 Christian Endeavorers. She told us in her plaintive way 
 that she lived so far from even the nearest church, out in 
 that prairie land, that it was impossible for her to attend 
 divine services, and that she had not heard a sermon for 
 many years. "Please sing to me," said she, and the Chris 
 tian Endeavorers sang, as only they can sing when their 
 hearts are so deeply moved, "How Firm a Foundation, ye 
 Saints of the Lord." When the following stanza: "E'en 
 down to old age all my people shall prove, my sovereign, 
 eternal, unchangeable love," etc., was being sung, the train 
 started, and the good old woman lifted her thin, pale hand, 
 and with tears streaming down her time-furrowed cheeks, 
 she said: "God bless you, my children! Do not forget that 
 you helped the old woman on the prairies." It was worth 
 a trip across the continent to be of service to such a soul; 
 and receive the benediction of that saint. Although she 
 has been deprived of the public worship of God, she has 
 
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 grown ripe and beautiful in the sunshine of His immedi 
 ate presence. Shall we meet her again at life's' last station, 
 and will she then sing to us a song of the ransomed in that 
 sweet, summer land above; and then shall we go up 
 together to praise Him who makes His service so blessed? 
 It was carefully planned that we should reach Salt Lake 
 City before Sunday; but this, under the circumstances, was 
 impossible. Very much to the regret of all concerned, it 
 became necessary to run the train until late Sunday after 
 noon. This was due, as all will understand, to the fact that 
 so many trains were on the road, and that we were first 
 blocked and then pushed. Under ordinary circumstances 
 our consciences would have been crushed between the 
 wheels and the tracks, and the rumbling wheels would 
 have said, "Thou art condemned." But instead of this we 
 made the wheels rumble praises to God, and we turned 
 the cars into churches. Daily devotional services were 
 also held in some of the hotels at San Francisco, and it was 
 a familiar sound to hear the Endeavorers on streetcars sing 
 ing happy Christian songs. When the convention was ended 
 and once again we all met on the train, it really seemed 
 like a family reunion, and our altar of prayer was fra 
 grant with thanksgiving. The loved ones at home were 
 always remembered in prayer, both as we were going and 
 as we were returning. On tne "homeward bound" we 
 spent Sunday at Helena, Mon. The New York delegates 
 were also there, and the ministers of New York and New 
 Jersey filled the pulpits of the Helena churches at the 
 morning services. In the afternoon a mass-meeting was 
 held, and Rev. Cortland Myers, D. D., delivered an ear 
 nest address. Another mass-meeting took place in the 
 evening, and Rev. J. Wilbur Chapman, D. D., who was 
 with the New Jersey delegates, delivered a sermon of great 
 
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 power. Services were continued at every possible place, 
 and at the most opportune time, until the last day ended. 
 We had just eaten dinner at the Queen City Hotel, Cum 
 berland, Md., when Rev. Dr. Chapman stood on the long 
 porch in front of the hotel, and, with the Endeavorers all 
 around him, he conducted a most impressive farewell meet 
 ing. He announced at this time that services would be 
 held with a sick lady on one of the cars. This meeting 
 took place just after we left Cumberland, and it was fol 
 lowed by another farewell service, conducted by the Rev. 
 T. E. Davis. Mr. Davis read an appropriate Psalm, and 
 devoutly acknowledged the gracious protection of Al 
 mighty God, and His divine aid granted unto the chairman 
 of the Transportation Committee in all his arduous duties. 
 In addition to the benefits already mentioned as derived 
 from these meetings, there were many others. There 
 were persons on the excursion who were not Chris 
 tian Endeavorers, and some of them were not even Chris 
 tians. It was perfectly evident the Christians were edi 
 fied, and that others were deeply impressed. The brake- 
 men sometimes attended, and the porters, also, were usu 
 ally present. There are reasons for believing that these 
 men received permanent profit. Some of them are mem 
 bers of the churches where they reside, but their vocations 
 preclude the possibility of their being present very often at 
 the divine services. They were like thirsty souls drinking 
 at fountains pure and cool. Some of the popular Chris 
 tian Endeavor songs became favorites with the uncon 
 verted, and they frequently requested us to sing them. 
 The writer is acquainted with a man who seldom, if ever, 
 attended church when he was home. One day we were 
 singing, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus," and some 
 one stepped to the side of the writer, took hold of his book, 
 
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 and began to sing very heartily. He turned and looked, 
 and it was that man. A subsequent conversation proved 
 that the good seed had not fallen in unprolific soil. More 
 over, the reflex influence upon the Endeavorers themselves 
 was most wholesome. They were abundantly benefited. 
 Life, love and duty triumphed. The greatest thing in the 
 world is life. The greatest thing in life is love. The great 
 est thing in love is duty. Life is the seed, love is the 
 stem, and duty is the blooming flower.. 
 
 The Christian Endeavorers on the New Jersey Special 
 did their duty. But, above all, God was glorified. Re 
 ligion was exemplified as something beautiful, joyous, 
 attractive. The seeds of Christ's harvest were scattered. 
 We cannot account for all. Some are hidden. They shall 
 germinate, grow and ripen. In the harvest day, by and by, 
 shall we find sheaves that we did not know of, that we did 
 not expect? Probably. 
 
To the writer of this article has been assigned the duty 
 of writing up "The Convention of Young Peoples' Society 
 of Christian Endeavor," which was held in San Francisco, 
 July 7 to 12, 1897. But where shall the writer begin; 
 where end? What shall he include; what leave out? To 
 give even a synopsis of all the addresses delivered at the 
 various meetings, would be to make a good sized volume; 
 to select this or that address and ^particularize, will be to 
 invite criticism as to judgment, and yet in pursuance of 
 duty we may be led to brave that. 
 
 How can he convey in language the enthusiasm that was 
 apparent, or paint in words the deep spiritual undercurrent 
 that was felt, although unseen? Two elements that were pres 
 ent, and which combined to stamp the convention as one 
 of the best, if not the best, ever held; for from the open 
 ing session on Thursday morning, July 7, to the close of 
 the one on Monday evening, July 12, the convention moved 
 forward with ever increasing enthusiasm and spiritual 
 power; true there was one or more breaks in the program, 
 caused by sickness, but the breaks were so skilfully bridged 
 by those in charge, that there was no apparent check to the 
 enthusiasm, or loss to the spiritual power with which the 
 convention was carried forward. 
 
 The various addresses of welcome tended to start the 
 convention on a high plane, and from the many we make 
 
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 selections. The one delivered by Mr. R. V. Watt, Chair 
 man of the Convention Committee contains these words: 
 
 "We welcome you therefore because you are seeking to 
 present the Savior of man to the world that the world may 
 be made better. 
 
 "We welcome you for your own sakes; your buoyant 
 enthusiasm, your thoughtful earnestness, your calm deter 
 mination, your intelligence, your integrity, your sincerity, 
 your consecration to a great cause, commands our admira 
 tion, begets our love, and makes us your willing servants. 
 
 "We welcome you because of the millions of young peo 
 ple devoted to good citizenship, temperance and righteous 
 ness whom you represent. 
 
 "We welcome you because we believe you will be among 
 our people 'living epistles known and read of all men/ and 
 that thereby the youth of our sundown country may be in 
 spired to greater zeal in all right effort. 
 
 "We welcome you because we believe your coming will 
 direct the thoughts and attention of our young people to 
 higher and holier things, and because many lives will be 
 made better and more useful by what shall be uttered by 
 those who will occupy the platform from day to day," 
 
 From the one delivered by Rev. J. K. McLean, D. D., 
 who spoke for the pastors of the Golden Gate, we quote as 
 follows : 
 
 "My friends, it gives us new courage when we realize by 
 the presence of such a gathering as this the mighty forces 
 of prayer and sympathy and work and love that we have 
 behind us, and it gives us greater assurance in those vis 
 ions of the future when we comprehend as we cannot, 
 except by ocular demonstration the incarnation of Chris 
 tianity in our own and other lands ; it gives us hopes of the 
 recruits we are to receive by and by, those who are to be 
 
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 co-workers with us and our successors in this work. There 
 fore it gives us great gladness to see you here to-day. We 
 ask of you to look upon our foundations ; we ask of you to 
 leave your sympathy, your prayers, your love and your 
 undying interest here." 
 
 The annual address of President Clark, which was deliv 
 ered in the opening session, was characteristic of the man. 
 Broad in conception and catholic in spirit, encircling the 
 world with the Gospel of Christ. 
 
 His theme was as follows: 
 
 "A world-encircling religious movement; how shall it 
 fulfill God's design?" 
 
 In the address, when alluding to the movements of the 
 Lord's hosts going forth conquering, and still to conquer, 
 -we have these words: 
 
 "This is a world movement, thank God, away from mate 
 rialism, formalism and a barren ecclesiasticism, back to 
 God himself. It is the 'Spirit of life/ the 'life hid with 
 Christ in God/ the life emptied of selt and surrendered to 
 God. Of this movement Christian Endeavor is a part, 
 -vitalized by it, and on its part, contributing to it/' and 
 then follows this injunction: 
 
 "Endeavorers, let this be the motto, the purpose, the 
 prayer of this coming seventeenth year; to come within 
 the blessed reach of this current, to abide in Christ, to sur 
 render ourselves to Him, to let Him use us, to think less 
 of our efforts and more of His fullness; to seek a larger 
 infilling from above, deeping draughts of His life, more 
 -emptiness of self, more fulness of Christ." 
 
 Equally interesting and impressive was the annual report 
 of the General Secretary, J. Willis Baer, from which, for 
 future reference, we quote. There are at present 50,780 
 
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 local societies of Christian Endeavors, with a membership 
 of 3,000,000. 
 
 Referring to the movement throughout the world he 
 said: 
 
 "England has 3,925 societies; Australia, 2,124; Scotland, 
 433; Wales, 311; India, 250; Ireland, 169; Madagascar, 
 93; France, 68; Mexico, 100; Japan, 66; West Indies, 
 63; Turkey, 41; China, 53; Africa, 52; Germany, 32, and 
 so on through a long list, with a total of 7,919 societies. In 
 addition, all Canada has 3,390 societies." 
 
 Alluding to the interdenominational spirit of the move 
 ment, he gave the following: 
 
 "In the United States the Presbyterians are more numer 
 ous than any other, there being 5,531 Young People's 
 societies and 2,934 Junior societies. The Congregational- 
 ists are next, with 4,156 Young People's and 2,407 Junior; 
 the Disciples of Christ third, numbering 3,208 Young Peo 
 ple's societies and 1,322 Junior; Baptists, 2,640 Young 
 People's societies and 1,080 Junior; Cumberland Presby 
 terian, 867 Young People's societies and 361 Junior; 
 Methodist Protestants, 971 Young People's societies and 
 251 Junior; Lutherans, 869 Young People's and 324 
 Junior, and so on, until we have enumerated nearly forty 
 different varieties. 
 
 "In Canada, the Methodists lead with 1,062 Young Peo 
 ple's societies and 170 Junior; Presbyterians, 1,056 Young 
 People's societies and 146 Junior; Baptists, 168 Young 
 People's societies and 35 Junior. 
 
 "In the United Kingdom the Congregationalists, with 
 1216, lead the Baptists by only 6 societies. Then the Pres 
 byterians and Primitive Methodists follow. Under the 
 Southern Cross, in Australasia, the Western Methodists are 
 the most numerous." 
 
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 Speaking of the increase in Missionary spirit he stated 
 that: 
 
 "A 'missionary roll of honor' will be unrolled in one of 
 our meetings next Monday. Upon it are the names of 
 10,468 Christian Endeavor societies that have given nearly 
 $200,000 to missions through their own denominational 
 mission boards. And these same societies have given 
 an equal amount for other benevolences. The largest gift 
 to missions reported by any one society is $1,437.01, of the 
 Clarendon street Baptist Society of Boston. The Calvary 
 Presbyterian Society of Buffalo is second, with $1,016.85. 
 
 "And we must take off our hats to a Chinese society here 
 in San Francisco, the one in the Chinese Congregational 
 Mission. It stands third, having given nearly $700 to its 
 own denominational missionary board, and is supporting 
 six missionaries in the field." 
 
 But best of all, he said: "During the last year 25,264 
 of the Juniors have joined the church, and 187,125 from 
 the Senior department; in all, 213,385." Truly a host 
 ransomed, and for which the church of God may well thank 
 Him and praise His holy name. 
 
 The evangelistic thought was emphasized this year, and 
 many services were held in different parts of the city, under 
 the leadership of such men as Rev. J. Wilbur Chapman, D. 
 D., of Philadelphia; Rev. Ford. Ottman, of Newark, N. J.; 
 Rev. R. Y. Pierce, of Philadelphia, who had at their com 
 mand a host of workers. 
 
 In addition to the evangelistic services, which formed 
 a part of the program of the convention, the Committee of 
 Arrangements had introduced some special services which 
 were instructive, helpful and inspiring. Such was the 
 "Daily hour for Bible study," from 8:30 to 9:15 A. M., in 
 the Central M. E. Church, conducted by one of the best of 
 
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 Bible teachers, Prof. Herbert L. Willett, of Chicago. 
 Here many found their way from day to day to learn the 
 method of teaching, and obtain clearer knowledge of the 
 word taught. 
 
 Another very helpful service was the "Quiet Hour" from 
 4:30 to 5:30 in the afternoon; this meeting was held in the 
 Calvary Presbyterian Church, under the leadership of 
 Mr. W. C. Studd, of London, Eng., assisted by Dr. Chap 
 man, of Philadelphia. How restful the hours spent in this 
 place; how helpful to the deepening of spiritual life were 
 the talks given by these men of God. How strengthening 
 and inspiring for service was the consciousness of the pres 
 ence of the Holy Spirit. 
 
 The hour from 8:30 to 9:15 every morning in the First 
 United Presbyterian Church, was an attractive one for 
 many; for here was to be found Rev. R. F. Y. Pierce, of 
 Philadelphia, with his bit of magic chalk, showing the 
 practical use of the black board in Christian work. How 
 quickly the hour slipped away as we watched his hand and 
 listened to his talk. We give one of his illustrations which 
 was heard by many: "Sin shatters so many precious and 
 noble lives; God meant that our hearts should be full of 
 glee; that our hearts should be laughing and full of song." 
 In two seconds he drew a big heart in outline, and with a 
 few strokes he put in eyes, nose and a laughing mouth. 
 "Then," said he, "the devil came along and turned the 
 laugh upside down and put lines of care in the face," and 
 while he said it with a dash of his chalk, the mouth was 
 reversed and the suggestion of a countenance was a pic 
 ture of woe. He continued : "The Devil comes and shat 
 ters our joy. David once sang, 'in thy presence, O God, 
 is fulness of joy/ but David's note of joy was changed." 
 While he was speaking, there appeared a section of a staff 
 
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 of music, and above it a dark cloud of sin. Suddenly a 
 lightening bolt shot from the cloud, shattering a bar, and 
 the note of "Joy" dropped out. The lesson was impres 
 sive and not readily forgotten. 
 
 "Men see the truth," said Mr. Pierce, "they may forget 
 the words, but they never forget the picture; to me it is so 
 simple that I marvel that a few ministers are doing it." 
 
 Another new feature of this convention was the service 
 on Sunday afternoon in the First United Presbyterian 
 Church for boys and girls. This meeting was led by J. 
 Willis Baer. In this meeting over 1,500 children, from 
 the little tot of four years, to the boy of fifteen, were gath 
 ered, filling- the entire audience room. Here came Dr. 
 Pentecost to talk to them on "My son, give me thine heart." 
 How pleasing his manner as he told them how, if they gave 
 their hearts to God, they would place their bodies as well 
 as their souls in the keeping of the Creator. Here also 
 Mr. C. N. Hunt, the converted lawyer, who has given up 
 his practice of law to do the work of an evangelist, was 
 pressed into service. How intent was the attention of the 
 audience as he told them of Jesus, and urged them to "Try 
 and be like Jesus." 
 
 While this meeting was going on, there was also one like 
 it in spirit being held in Woodward's pavilion for men 
 only; conducted by Dr. Chapman, assisted by Rev. F. C. 
 Ottman. The latter in his address laid great stress upon 
 the value of faith. "Religious belief," he said, "could not 
 always be based upon reason, because God's ways are 
 inscrutable, and man's range of vision limited." Citing 
 Israel crossing Jordan as illustrating his thought. His 
 address, although short, was a fitting prelude to the one 
 which followed by Dr. Chapman, who spoke on "Dissipa 
 tion, Infidelity and Morality." 
 
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 The Doctor's address was practical, tending- to arouse 
 conscience. At the close of his remarks he asked all of 
 those who felt the need of living a better life, and wished 
 him to pray for them, to raise their hands. All over the 
 great audience hands were raised. And then followed the 
 prayer so full of tenderness; so full of yearning for salva 
 tion for these, that many hearts were touched, as was man 
 ifest by the wet eyes when prayer was ended. 
 
 Simultaneous with this meeting for men, was one for 
 women only in the First Congregational Church, to which 
 the women came in such numbers as to fill the church to 
 overflowing, many being content to remain in the outer 
 hall, being unable to get any farther. The meeting was 
 conducted by Mrs. F.E.Clark, who, under the providence of 
 God was enabled to make it one that those present will not 
 soon forget. 
 
 Among the speakers was Mrs. V. E. Mathews, of New 
 York, who spoke in behalf of her race, the Afro-American 
 women; how intently that vast audience listens as she 
 speaks. 
 
 Thanking God for His boundless love, which included 
 her and her race in the plan of salvation, she added: "All 
 the more are we grateful to the moral and Christian forces 
 of the world, the Christian statesmen and soldiers and 
 scholars, who were the divine instruments, making it pos 
 sible for this womanhood to stand in this august presence 
 to-day/' 
 
 What one of that great throng will ever forget the object 
 lesson on Missions that Mrs. Clark gave them, when plac 
 ing a little Chinese girl on the reading desk, she said: "Un 
 less this little girl is rescued, she will be sold as a slave; 
 her life will be one of hardship and degradation; her fate 
 seems almost too dreadful to contemplate." What a thrill 
 
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 went through that vast audience. "Sold as a slave! and 
 in this country!" they cried. Ah, yes, they of the Pacific 
 Slope knew this too well; but those of the East, to them it 
 was something they had read about, but could scarcely 
 belief it to be so. But now their sad faces and streaming 
 eyes told volumes. To them that little girl was a practical 
 lesson in Home Missionary work; henceforth they would 
 aid their sisters in the slope of the Pacific to rescue such 
 as these, and would follow their gifts with their prayers. 
 
 The addresses during the convention were of the same 
 high order as of former years. How could they be other 
 wise with the speakers that addressed the convention. 
 They being Rev. Josiah Strong, D. D., Rev. B. B. Tyler, 
 D. D., Rev. George F. Pentecost, D. D., Rev. Silas Mead, 
 LL. D., Rev. Matt. S. Hughes, D. D., Rev. R. Y. Pierce, 
 Rev. J. W. Chapman, D. D., Rev. F. E. Clark, D. D., and 
 others. The consecration services on Monday evening, 
 brought the convention to a close. At the one in Mechanics' 
 Pavilion, Rev. F. E. Clark presided, and Rev. G. F. Pente 
 cost, D. D., preached the sermon. E)r. Pentecost is a 
 magnetic talker, and enforced his arguments with the 
 strongest reasons. 
 
 The consecration service which followed, was conducted 
 by Dr. Clark, and consisted in roll call of states. The 
 answer of our state being: "He shall have dominion from 
 sea to sea, and from the river unto the end of the earth," 
 and one verse of "my faith looks up to Thee." The meet 
 ing held in Woodward's Pavilion, had as its presiding 
 officer, J. Willis Baer, and Dr. J. W. Chapman as preacher. 
 Here, as in Mechanics' Pavilion, the audience filled the 
 building to overflowing. 
 
 The preacher urged upon his hearers a closer walk with 
 God, and exhorted the Endeavorers to put forth every 
 
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 effort to come closer to Him, not only in the consecration 
 service, but in their whole lives. 
 
 He made a strong and eloquent plea for a fearless up 
 holding of the banner of Jesus Christ. 
 
 The service for consecration to the service of Christ 
 began with silent prayer by the vast audience, after which 
 Secretary Baer exhorted all present to let their light shine, 
 and thereby let the world know that they had given their 
 hearts, their souls, to God. The roll of states was then 
 called and responses, same as in the other building, were 
 given. Then followed the benediction, and the sixteenth 
 annual convention of the Christian Endeavor was ad 
 journed. 
 
San Francisco has been enshrined within the hearts of 
 the nearly five hundred delegates from New Jersey, who 
 attended the "Sixteenth National C. E. Convention," lately 
 held in the city by the "Golden Gate." 
 
 San Francisco originally comprised two villages, Yerba 
 Buena and Dolores. They were united under one name 
 in 1847. 
 
 Fifty years ago only four hundred and fifty persons lived 
 within the present bounds of the city. 
 
 The discovery of gold in 1848, caused an excitement 
 similar to that of to-day, resulting from the discovery of 
 gold in the Klondike regions. Multitudes flocked thither 
 from every nation, clime and tongue! The city sprang 
 up as if by magic. This marvelous growth has continued 
 until San Francisco stands among the leading cities of the 
 world, with a population of about 330,000. 
 
 Well has San Francisco been called the "City of the 
 Hundred Hills." These hills are from two hundred to six 
 hundred feet in height. The streets are laid out at right 
 angles to each other, and run over the hills, instead of 
 around them, as one might expect. Thus are these hills 
 terraced on every side. 
 
 The city enjoys the best street car service in the world. 
 As the cable car glides rapidly and smoothly down one of 
 
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 the steepest streets with the eyes closed, one can easily 
 imagine himself enjoying a toboggan slide. 
 
 The "Broadway" of the metropolis of the Pacific slope, 
 is Market street. It extends from the sea wall, directly 
 through the heart of the city to the bay. Nearly all the 
 principal street car lines converge in it. 
 
 Many are the interesting and costly buildings seen by visi 
 tors within the city's gates. Among the most imposing 
 structures is the Palace Hotel, built at great cost, and cov 
 ering two and a half acres of ground. Its inner court is of 
 Spanish design, roofed with glass one hundred and fifty 
 feet above. White enamelled columns support the gal 
 leries, which surround the court. At night the sight is 
 most beautiful, when lighted up by a multitude of incan 
 descent lamps. 
 
 The new City Hall stands near Mechanic's Pavilion, the 
 headquarters of the Convention. It is still in course of 
 construction. When completed it will cost $4,000,000. It 
 covers six and three-quarters acres. Its dome points heav 
 enward, farther than that of the Capitol at Washington. 
 
 The palatial residences of aristocratic San Francisco on 
 Nob Hill, are among the most capacious, elegant and 
 costly in the world. 
 
 Public buildings, including libraries, schools and 
 churches have been erected throughout the city, without 
 the sparing of expense. 
 
 At the foot of Nob Hill, on the east, is the Chinese por 
 tion of the city, "Chinatown." It is one of the greatest 
 curiosities to visitors. Instead of its being a suburb of 
 the city, as most strangers suppose, it occupies four or five 
 blocks in the very heart of the city. By crossing a street, 
 one steps from the fashionable world into a transplanted 
 bit of China. Here 30,000 Chinamen are huddled to- 
 
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 gether in quarters which would not accommodate one- 
 fifth that number of Americans. They have brought with 
 them all the habits and ways of life of the mother country. 
 
 They have their theatres, joss-houses, opium joints, 
 gambling dens and places of business, all conducted in the 
 Chinese fashion. 
 
 Were you in "Chinatown" on the Sabbath? If so, it 
 did not seem at all like the Christian Sabbath. Though 
 living in the very heart of one of the finest cities on the 
 globe, these heathen people are allowed to do and to live 
 about as they please. The Sabbath is desecrated by a con 
 tinuous buying and selling. Some of their wares exposed for 
 sale, especially their dried and smoked meats are almost 
 nauseating to look upon. 
 
 Slavery was abolished by the United States a third of a 
 century ago. But alas, in the heart of San Francisco 
 there exists a slavery ten thousand times more degrading 
 and terrible than that of which mention has been made. 
 
 A noted writer for the "Golden Rule," in speaking of 
 this great curse, says: "One would have to go to perdi 
 tion to find language in any sense adequate to describe the 
 enormity of human slavery as seen in "Chinatown," where 
 behind screens girls and young women are denied their 
 liberty." 
 
 A few years ago the cry was : "San Francisco needs the 
 Convention." She has had it. May our dear heavenly 
 Father so bless the holding of the Convention in that city 
 that this crying shame and dark blot of infamy may be 
 wiped out, and forever! 
 
 Notwithstanding the abominable and heathenish prac 
 tices of "Chinatown," all is not dark. In the Christian ser 
 vices held in the various Chinese chapels, and the seed 
 sown in the Sabbath Schools, as witnessed by some of the 
 
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 C. E. delegates, the "leaven" is seen to be surely working. 
 A blessed work is being done at the Presbyterian "Rescue 
 Mission for Girls." 
 
 Many are the places of interest in the outskirts of the 
 city. Among these are the Sutro Baths. They are in an 
 immense amphitheatre, covered with glass, affording ac 
 commodations for eight thousand persons. One may enjoy 
 either hot or cold, salt or fresh water bathing. These 
 baths are the finest in the world, and were built by one of 
 San Francisco's benevolent citizens, a Jew and an ex- 
 Mayor. 
 
 Sutro Gardens were laid out and built by the same per 
 son. They are filled with costly semi-tropical plants and 
 flowers. Well kept drives and walks thread the grounds. 
 Costly statuary is found in various parts of the garden, 
 among the shrubbery and in secluded nooks, as well as in 
 the more prominent portions. A most interesting museum 
 attracts the attention of the visitor. 
 
 Sutro Heights afford an extensive view of the Pacific 
 Ocean, perhaps the finest to be obtained by the traveler 
 anywhere on the California coast. 
 
 The ride to the Cliff House from any part of the city, 
 either by steam or electric cars, is truly charming. Some 
 of the New Jersey party went out by street car lines and 
 returned on the steam cars, keeping nearer the coast and 
 passing round the rocky hinge of the Golden Gate. The 
 Cliff House is a large hotel built upon the prejecting rocks 
 at Point Lobos. The waves dash in spray against the rocky 
 foundation of this much frequented resort. 
 
 But a short distance out in the ocean are the celebrated 
 Seal Rocks, consisting of a few immense boulders rising 
 out of the waters.. Many sea lions are seen upon these 
 rocks, basking in the sun. 
 
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 One of the principal points of interest, which every visi 
 tor should see, is the Golden Gate Park. But a few years 
 ago the site of this beautiful paradise was but a desert 
 waste of sand. Hundreds of acres have been converted 
 into a garden where flowers bloom the year around. There 
 are picturesque bridges, waterfalls, ponds, fountains, and 
 parks for animals. In the extensive conservatory are 
 palms, ferns, orchids and other tropical plants. A mag 
 nificent observatory on Strawberry Hill gives a fine view 
 of sea, mountain and city. Delightful were the few days 
 spent in the Convention City by the Golden Gate. 
 The Golden Gate, itself, is a fascinating point of 
 interest. It is a mile in width, through which 
 passes much of the commerce of the Eastern world. 
 It was thus most appropriately named, in the days gone 
 by, because through this gateway of water, vessels passed 
 laden with untold wealth of gold dust, taken from the 
 mines of the country bordering upon San Francisco bay. 
 
Monterey and fl?e Big Sprees. 
 
 Doubtless the most delightful and highly appreciated, as 
 well as the most largely patronized of all the San Francisco 
 side trips, was the one to Monterey, Santa Cruz and the 
 Big Trees. 
 
 It was the pleasure of the writer to escort a party of 
 thirty-two New Jersey people on this trip. Supplied with 
 an order from the manager of the Monterey division,which 
 gave us special rates, we assembled at the Third Street Sta 
 tion in time for the 9:15 train, Saturday morning, July 10. 
 
 After a pleasant ride of about an hour, we reached Palo 
 Alto, the site of the famous Leland Stanford, Jr., Univer 
 sity, and were able to catch glimpses of the buildings across 
 a beautiful park and through splendid trees, but the train 
 speeds on and we turn away our reluctant eyes, only to be 
 surprised and delighted by the sights of vast orchards of 
 peaches, pears, plums, apricots and other fruits that thrive 
 in this favored region. 
 
 We did not need to be told we were nearing San Jose, 
 situated in one of the most charming and fruitful valleys of 
 the world. 
 
 As the train stopped a few moments here, one of the 
 tourists thought it a good thing to get his dinner. Seating 
 himself placidly at the dining table, he was quietly enjoying 
 his soup, but at the same time keeping watch of a conduc 
 tor eating nearest him. 
 
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 Some good spirit prompted him to say facetiously to 
 the conductor: "No danger of my getting left while you 
 are here." "Where are you going?" was the response. "To 
 Del Monte," he replied. Imagine his surprise at the an 
 swer: "I am conductor of a freight train; yonder goes 
 your train." And turning he saw it slowly leaving. With 
 haste he paid for his dinner, and just reached the rear plat 
 form. Moral; don't keep your eye on the conductor, but 
 on your train. 
 
 The heat in the valley was greater than we had yet ex 
 perienced, and it was easy to tell when we were once more 
 approaching the ocean, even if we had not been able to 
 see, as it became rapidly cooler. 
 
 A most welcome sound greeted our ears about i P. M. 
 It was "Del Monte!" We stepped on the platform and 
 gazed around in bewilderment. The undreamed of loveli 
 ness on every side, reminded one of what must have been 
 the charm of that perfect garden so many centuries ago. 
 
 Deciding to walk to the hotel, we entered a winding path 
 leading in and out among palms and trees and flowers. We 
 were told it was a five minute walk to the hotel, but no 
 sign of it could be seen. Suddenly as we make a quick 
 turn, straight before us we see a great building seemingly 
 of interminable length, with numerous wings and branches, 
 until one could scarcely tell where it began or ended. 
 
 After registering we passed down its long, winding cor 
 ridor to our rooms. The dining room seats 500 guests. 
 After lunch we make ready for the famous seventeen mile 
 drive; now lengthened to nineteen. 
 
 For a mile we pass through a winding, shaded drive, 
 then into Old Monterey, bearing on every side traces of its 
 Spanish history. Ancient, antiquated buildings, dark 
 eyed maidens, slow moving men. 
 
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 Past the old custom house and whaling station, through 
 Pacific Grove, on by the Chinese fishing village, and then 
 with a turn we are in the heart of the ancient forests. 
 Twisted oaks of grotesque form, tall towering pines; ver 
 dant and ever beautiful cypress trees, and hanging mosses 
 with the ever varying landscape, now a climbing hill, now 
 a quiet, sheltered valley and sparkling brook, constitute a 
 scene that must charm the memory while life shall last. 
 
 As easily as moves the fleecy cloud, so come we by gen 
 tle transition, until, without warning, but yet not unex 
 pectedly, where the wide sweep of water proclaimed the 
 beautiful Pacific. On its shores we gathered beautiful 
 abalona shells, and watched the sportive sea lion playing 
 among the tangled sea weed. As we turn homeward by 
 another road, we pass along an arm of the sea, after a steep 
 climb. On our left may be seen a small herd of buffalo, 
 while away to the right the deep blue ocean spreads in 
 sun tinted beauty, only to be lost in a massive bank of white 
 clouds and vapor, on whose crest the golden light of the 
 setting sun has imprinted a rosy kiss. 
 
 Exclamations of delight fall from every lip. 
 
 By babbling brooks, up high hills, down steep slopes, 
 we enter once more Monterey, passing by the famous and 
 ancient and moss covered San Carlos Mission, and then in 
 the gathering twilight, with hearts all aglow over memor 
 ies of the world's finest drive, we are ready for dinner at 
 Del Monte. I might tell of the gem of the lake so near 
 the hotel, or of Arizona Garden, or of the intricacies of the 
 maze, where on scarcely a half acre of ground, people may 
 be, and sometimes are, lost, but both space and power fail 
 me. 
 
 If you will take a long stride with me, you will find your 
 self in the quaint, old town of Santa Cruz. A map will 
 
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 show you the town of Santa Cruz, situated at the extreme 
 southwestern point on the northern coast of the bay of 
 Monterey. The beach on the south or bay side, calm and 
 peaceful, that on the west or ocean side, high, rocky and 
 dangerous, with tumultous waves that keep thundering 
 into and through the rocks where countless ages of con 
 stant beating have worn great fissures and wide tunnels. 
 
 Though the air is calm, yet the force of the waves often 
 causes the very rocks to tremble. 
 
 Sabbath evening found most of us in the quiet little Con 
 gregational Church, yielding to the spirit of repose and 
 rest and worship. 
 
 An early breakfast and a dip in the invigorating but icy 
 waters of the bay, refreshed several of those who had the 
 courage to attempt such things. 
 
 It is no marvel to me now that most people patronize 
 the warm, salt water baths of the pavilions, instead of the 
 sea itself. 
 
 Nine-fifty finds us on the narrow gauge, ready for our 
 climb of seven miles to the big trees. Those who have thus 
 passed up the San Lorenzo valley, will not need to be 
 reminded of the deep valley far below, seen through the 
 beautiful foliage of stately redwoods, nor of the hills yet far 
 above us, nor of the perfect blending of hill and valley, of 
 tree and shrub and flower, and permeating all is the pure, 
 clear air of that fair land, where the dreams of other coun 
 tries are real and tangible. Soon we hear the brakeman's 
 voice, "Big Tree Grove." No second call is needful. Out 
 of the car, down the steps, through a high gate, across a 
 wood yard we go, until halted by the shell of a monstrous 
 tree. Within its cavernous depths fifty people can stand. 
 The dream of our childhood is realized; we have seen the 
 big trees. After ordering dinner for thirty-two, we secure 
 
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 a guide and proceed to make the tour of the grounds. The 
 Monarch attracts our attention, then the Giant, greatest of 
 all the single trees in the grove, being 20 feet in diameter; 
 but space forbids my saying more than to mention the 
 three trees 90 feet around before they divide; the fallen tree 
 lying undecayed for ages; the single giants, the families 
 of colossal brothers and sisters must be omitted. 
 
 Returning to the dining room we found a rapacious 
 landlord had sold our dinner to late comers, and we could 
 feast on nature's marvels. However, it is not good to eat 
 over-much when travelling. With regret we leave this 
 grand park of nature's own planting, and once more turn 
 city ward. How we ridiculed the fairy tales of cool Cali 
 fornia as we ride along the Los Gato valley, with the 
 thermometer more than 100 in the shade. Past large vine 
 yards, again through great orchards, once more through 
 San Jose, then to Alameda Mole, and at last our three day 
 trip ends at a little past six in the evening, as we rush sup- 
 perless to Mechanic's Pavilion for the consecration meet 
 ing, and enjoyed it as only those could enjoy it whose 
 thoughts all day have been on the greatness and goodness 
 of God. 
 
In the heart of the Rocky Mountains, upon the crest of 
 the continent, covering more than three thousand square 
 miles of wooded slopes and weird plateaus, is Nature's 
 wonderland, Yellowstone National Park. 
 
 How lavishly has the hand of the Creator bestowed upon 
 this region the marvels of His power. We stand breath 
 less before the mighty manifestations of His majesty. We 
 are amazed at the diversity of the phenomena. Nature in 
 her sterner mood holds revel here in steaming springs and 
 gushing geysers, in frowning cliffs and thrilling canons, in 
 rock-bound lakes and rushing rivers, in plunging cataracts 
 and snow-clad mountains; yet over all, she casts a mantle 
 of her choicest blossoms, among which the fearless, wild 
 creatures of the wood innocently sport. 
 
 That we might behold these wonders, about seventy of 
 our New Jersey party left their cars one afternoon at Cin 
 nabar, the terminus of the railroad leading to the Park, 
 and took coaches for the eagerly anticipated trip, sched 
 uled to include five and a half days. Tourists are driven a 
 certain number of miles each day, resting over night at 
 well-appointed hotels, nestling in the midst of this wild, yet 
 charming scenery. Pauses are made for lunch at con 
 venient stations, and at all points of particular attraction. 
 The roads are constructed by the government and, though 
 often winding along the edge of a precipice, are smooth 
 
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 and safe. Driving at an altitude exceeding seven thou 
 sand feet is an exhilaration, a physical and mental tonic. 
 The air was delightfully cool, but strongly alkaline. An 
 annoyance scarcely expected to have been encountered 
 here was mosquitoes of larger size and fiercer bite than 
 the much-berated Jersey nuisance. Though smarting 
 under their warm attentions, yet we quite rejoiced that our 
 little state need not bear the reproach of being their only 
 habitat, but that it shared one thing in common with this 
 wondrous mountain land. 
 
 A drive of eight miles brought us to Mammoth Hot 
 Springs, where ascending clouds of steam made us to rea 
 lize that we had entered the realm of the thermal king, who 
 poured his hot breath into the air. Before us were beau 
 tiful terraces, rosy, white and amber, down whose corru 
 gated sides trickled the warm mineral waters from over 
 flowing basins above, tier upon tier. We climbed to the 
 summit of the lime-formed terraced hill, and looked down 
 into the bubbling, boiling springs, whose circular margins 
 are tinged with the most vivid coloring. 
 
 At Fort Yellowstone, is a United States cavalry post. It 
 is the duty of the post to protect the Park from vandalism, 
 to see that no formations are injured, nor specimens removed, 
 and that game is unmolested. Soldiers were omnipresent. 
 They haunted our footsteps, they rode by our side mile 
 after mile; they galloped up in the most unexpected places. 
 We found them always courteous, but we could not escape 
 the consciousness of being always watched. 
 
 After a night at the comfortable Mammoth Hot Springs 
 Hotel (fain would we have longer tarried), our party 
 filled the waiting coaches, each drawn by four sturdy 
 horses, and dashed southward. Owing to the unusual 
 amount of travel this summer, farmers from the surround- 
 
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 ing country had been impressed into the Park service, con 
 sequently our conveyances were not all of the conventional 
 type. This diversity added a spice to our experience, which 
 the participants can appreciate. 
 
 One of the most picturesque passes is Golden Gate. The 
 Gardiner River forces its way between precipitous rocky 
 walls, covered in patches with yellow lichen. Following 
 the course of the winding stream, hewn from the perpen 
 dicular cliff, for several yards suspended over the current, 
 is constructed the wonderful roadway. Rustic Falls, leap 
 ing from a moss-covered ledge, adds its charm to the 
 rugged scene. 
 
 Having crossed a mountain prairie, hemmed in by snow 
 capped peaks, and tasted the water from a natural apol- 
 linaris spring, we found ourselves beneath the bald escarp 
 ment of Obsidian Cliff. This is a mineral glass, jet black 
 and glistening. The road here is said to have been made 
 possible by building large fires against the rocks and shat 
 tering them by dashing cold water upon the heated portion. 
 
 At Norris Basin we stopped for lunch with the volatile 
 Larry Mathews, and which of us shall forget his loquacity 
 as he served our needs? 
 
 There we had our first view of a geyser. It was a small 
 one, only the little Constant, having an interval of fifty 
 seconds. The Black Growler, with its continuous rumb 
 ling and swift emission of volumes of hot vapor from its 
 blackened throat, was the most direct messenger we had 
 yet seen from the abode of the heat king. The Devil's 
 Inkstand exhibits an angry ebullition every fifteen minutes, 
 and then subsides far down a dark cleft. The Prince of 
 Evil has evidently taken up extensive claims in Yellow 
 stone. There is located his kitchen, various utensils and 
 parts of his anatomy. The hot expulsions and sulphurous 
 
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 fumes are certainly suggestive of his domain. Escaping 
 steam hedges the pathway, and one must be wary that he 
 tread not in treacherous places. 
 
 The afternoon's drive led us near Gibbon Falls and 
 numerous brilliantly tinted fuming springs sulphur, emer 
 ald, sapphire and beryl. During the day we had passed 
 through four July snow squalls quite a unique experience. 
 Soon after fording a fork of the Firehole River, we drew up 
 at the Fountain Hotel. 
 
 Here is the Fountain Geyser, and not far away the Great 
 Fountain. Immediately after our arrival, we witnessed an 
 eruption of the latter. During a period of twenty minutes, 
 amid a dense shroud of steam, volumes of water were again 
 and again hurled one hundred feet in mid-air. Down the 
 smooth terraced basin the descending deluge poured, and 
 we were surrounded by it. The display of the Fountain, 
 though not exceeding fifty feet, is very massive and grand. 
 
 The Mammoth Paint Pots are fascinating. A large 
 basin and a fringe of sun-baked cones, contain exquisitely 
 tinted clay, sluggishly boiling. Great globular bubbles 
 burst into fragments, and smaller ones dance in curious 
 forms all over the surface. 
 
 Near the hotel, we saw bears from the forest pillaging 
 the open space for food. 
 
 Two nights were spent at the Fountain. During the 
 intervening day we drove to the middle and upper geyser 
 basins and returned. At the former are located the Excel 
 sior, now in a state of lethargy; Turquois Spring, and 
 Prismatic Lake, which exhibits from its margin outward 
 all the hues of the rainbow. 
 
 At the Upper Basin, within an area scarcely exceeding a 
 square mile, drained by the Firehole River, are the might 
 iest geysers of the world. The ground is covered with a 
 
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 grayish white deposit, over which are scattered pools and 
 geyserite cones, some several feet high. There is the 
 curious Grotto, well named indeed, the Giant, the 
 Giantess, the Beehive, and the magnificent Castle with its 
 neighboring well! We longed to see them play. Some 
 gratified us, others disdainfully refused. We turned to Old 
 Faithful, dear reliable geyser, amid so many erratic ones. 
 W"e knew when to expect Old Faithful; he never disap 
 points. His interval is now seventy-four minutes. As 
 the time approached, the steam increased, and the basin 
 having filled, the water was ejected in spasmodic spurts. 
 At the appointed instant, a huge watery pillar lifted itself 
 one hundred and fifty feet and stood nearly four minutes 
 throbbing and pulsing. It was awful. It was grand. 
 After it had subsided, at the risk of a foot scalding in the 
 bowl-like depressions, we peered down its rusty throat; 
 but it told no tale. 
 
 At will we wandered for hours among these strange out 
 lets of the subterranean world. The Cascade, Grotto, 
 Economic, Oblong and Riverside were in action. The 
 Riverside, attaining a height of one hundred feet, spurts 
 obliquely, and its discharge falls directly into the river. 
 Many are the pools and geysers, each with a particular 
 charm! Morning Glory Spring is a perfect gem. How 
 weird it all is! What a fierce force has here rifted the 
 earth to its heated core, and yet keeps open the channels 
 of communication through which these majestic tokens of 
 the power below are being hurled! 
 
 Our next day's drive led us over the continental divide, 
 
 and near Keppler's Cascades, a series of enchanting falls. 
 
 During the morning a beautiful elk with uplifted horns 
 
 appeared at the road-side, and stood gazing at us with his 
 
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 soft, dark eyes. Hunting being forbidden, the shyest crea 
 ture knows no fear. Chipmunks frisk like kittens at the 
 forest's edge. 
 
 At noon we reached Yellowstone Lake, nearly eight 
 thousand feet above sea level, closely clasped by rugged 
 mountains, among which the blue waters reach their shin 
 ing arms. The lake is swarming with trout. Hot Springs 
 Cone, a few yards from the shore, offers peculiar advant 
 ages to the fisherman. It is a flat rock with a boiling 
 spring in the centre. Here one may stand, catch a fish, 
 and without disengaging it from the hook, plunge it into 
 the spring, cooking it in less than two minutes. 
 
 At West Thumb Bay our party .divided, about half tak 
 ing boat across the lake to the hotel at the outlet, and the 
 remainder driving along the charming shore. 
 
 From the Lake Hotel next morning, we followed the 
 Yellowstone River to the canon, pausing at the mud vol 
 cano. What a hideous, yet fascinating object is this! 
 From the bottom of a deep mouth-like crater, with over 
 arching lip, is belched a rumbling, sickening mass of lead- 
 colored mud. The force not being sufficient to expel the 
 pasty upheaval beyond the outer rim, it falls back, and the 
 monster is obliged to re-swallow it. 
 
 At noon we came to the canon. We paused at the Up 
 per Falls and admired their graceful beauty. For several 
 hours we were permitted to view the majesty of nature, 
 grander than imagination had ever pictured. In that glor 
 ious, natural temple, speech was almost sacrilege. We 
 stood in the presence of God's sublime handiwork. At the 
 brink of the Lower Falls, the fullness of view was first 
 revealed. The river, transparent as crystal, in an instant 
 powerfully plunges over the precipice three hundred and 
 sixty feet. It descends like a massive drapery in long, 
 
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 snow-white, effervescent folds. It leaps against the rocks 
 uelow, and is shattered into the most ethereal mist, which 
 catches the sun's spectrum, and holds it poised. 
 
 From the verge of the narrowed, foam-flecked stream, 
 rise the canon walls to the appalling height of fifteen hundred 
 feet, bristling with pinnacles, obelisks and turrets, some 
 times supported by gigantic buttresses, sometimes thrust 
 ing out sharp ridges of rock, and again sweeping with a 
 clear, smooth slide from crest to base. The castles along 
 the Rhine, and the towering cathedral spires find here their 
 loftier counterpart. And all this stupendous mass 
 God has touched with a wealth of color which 
 defies description. Brilliant yellows predominate, which 
 merge into orange, terra cotta, rose and crimson. Dazzling 
 white, lavender and creamy tints, blend with the richer 
 hues. Far below are vivid mosses and dark evergreen 
 forests occasionally push themselves part way down the 
 slopes. So glorious is the scene that we seem to be standing 
 at the portal of the infinite. As we passed from point to 
 point of observation upon the ledge, lingering upon 
 far-jutting crags in the heart of this mystery of beauty, at 
 times gazing full in the face of the shimmering falls, each 
 moment beholding a vision of more overpowering sub 
 limity, the nobler emotions of every soul must have been 
 deepened, and we felt that it was good to be there. 
 
 On the summits of sharp shafts below, the eagles built 
 their nests. We could see the young within, and the par 
 ent birds winging their flight across the chasm. 
 
 Reluctantly we took the long, last look; but the exalted 
 moments of life are not abiding, and one must descend to 
 the commonplace, better for having received the brief 
 inspiration. 
 
 That evening we held our wonted Christian Endeavor 
 
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 service in the hotel, and hearts voiced the praise of God. 
 To these services, men who rarely, if ever, had attended 
 religious worship; hotel attendants, drivers and soldiers, 
 listened with curiosity and interest. 
 
 The following was our last day in the Park. We 
 returned to Cinnabar via Virginia Cascades, Norris, and 
 Mammoth Hot Springs, having completed a circuit of 
 nearly two hundred miles. 
 
 Our trip into Wonderland had drawn to a close, but it 
 has been an epoch in our lives ; it has become a part of our 
 being; its impress upon us will never be effaced. 
 
It is safe to say, without boasting or exaggeration, that 
 no C. E. delegates had a finer train to San Francisco, than 
 that which carried the New Jersey Endeavorers and their 
 friends. At many stations over the various railroads this 
 was said by railroad men who were competent to judge. 
 The Pullman Palace Car Company were very considerate 
 of the wishes and requests of the New Jersey management 
 and gave them the very best service possible. Especially 
 was this so with the conductors and porters who were the 
 very best in the Pullman Company. 
 
 It was the intention of the Transportation Committee to 
 run only one special train, but so many applications for the 
 transcontinental journey were received, that two full trains 
 of seven palace cars attached, were needed to carry the 
 Endeavorers to California. And even then one hundred 
 and thirty-six people were left at home simply because of 
 lack of room, the committee not being willing to take 
 the responsibility and care of a third special train. In all, 
 four hundred and eight-one persons were carried to San 
 Francisco by the New Jersey C. E. Special in its two sec 
 tions. This does not include the train crew or conductors 
 and porters. There were four hunlred and eighty-one per 
 sons who had tickets. Not even the Transportation Man 
 ager was allowed to ride free. The first section had the 
 cars Nadura, Hebrides, Sydenham, Superb, Saale, Alsace 
 and Canton. 
 
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 In the second section were the cars Burton, Utrecht, 
 Epsom, Proteus, Keystone, Dorante and New Hampshire. 
 
 On the trip a catalogue of the party was published, which 
 was necessarily very incomplete. It has been the desire 
 and aim of the committee to gather up the interesting 
 things that transpired in each car on the journey, and at 
 tach the names of the members of each car to the article. 
 It has been very difficult to get such articles, and more dif 
 ficult to get the names of individuals in each car, as all the 
 original diagrams have been lost. But the most active and 
 faithful efforts have produced the results that follow. 
 
 This musical name, although it belongs to only a Pull 
 man car, is surrounded by very pleasant associations to the 
 company of about forty people, who spent many days and 
 nights under one sheltering roof. There, as the days 
 passed, we learned to overlook the faults and see the best 
 traits in one another's characters, more and more, till we 
 decided among ourselves that ours was the most agreeable 
 car on the train. 
 
 At the beginning of the journey Nadura occupied, appro 
 priately, the first position on the train. But at St. Louis, 
 where we backed out of the depot, like the boy in the spell 
 ing match, she had to "go down foot." This was at first 
 considered unfortunate by some, but we soon found the 
 absence of coal dust and the possession of a rear platform 
 more than made amends for extra rocking. The rear plat 
 form became a favorite resort for viewing the scenery, and 
 when we passed through the Royal Gorge, probably fifteen 
 of our number were packed on the platform and steps, en 
 joying the sight. 
 
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 Always next to Nadura, before or behind, came Hebrides 
 (pronounced He-brides). This being the ladies' car, an 
 interesting feud soon arose and raged more or less vio 
 lently throughout the journey. The Hebrides having 
 made a rule that passage through that car after certain 
 hours was prohibited, it became clearly the duty of the 
 Nadura gentlemen to go through as often as possible. This 
 culminated, after leaving San Francisco, in the great Bat 
 tle of He-brides, spoken of elsewhere. 
 
 Nadura was, doubtless, the only car having a bride, 
 bridegroom, and the minister who married them, all in 
 one section. As we were provided with a physician, it was 
 deemed best to take an undertaker also, although the lat 
 ter, fortunately, found no professional use for his talents. 
 
 When we were in need of refreshments we had "Water 
 melon," and lest we become too frivolous, "Calamity" dwelt 
 among us. Most of the company were provided with nick 
 names, but we forbear to harrow their feelings by a public 
 announcement. The "Sportive elf" in No. I did much to 
 enliven the time, while it is to be hoped that the man who 
 feared we should miss the scenery of Pittsburgh, at an 
 unseemly hour in the morning, will get his reward on earth. 
 
 Although Nadura had no organized band to go about 
 serenading with combs, yet there was a great deal of un 
 appreciated musical talent lying unheeded, perhaps, during 
 the daytime. But to one awakening in the very early 
 morning hours, at the time when the birds in the woods 
 give their opening concert, what a revelation! From near 
 the rear door, from the upper berth of No. 8, from the ves 
 tibule and various invisible sources, poured forth a sno- 
 raphic chorus, certainly unrivaled, and that, properly 
 trained, might win lasting laurels for Nadura. 
 
 Endeavor meetings were held frequently, usually at 
 
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 twilight, and the singing, too, was a source of 
 pleasure. 
 
 Throughout the journey Nadura was the abiding place 
 of a company of people, friendly, courteous and congenial 
 (except on the subject of early rising) and all will place the 
 many enjoyable experiences here among the choice "Pic 
 tures that hang on Memory's Wall." 
 
 Adams, Annie M., Atlantic City. Koehler, Andrew Gr., Somerville. 
 
 Adams, Carrie E., Atlantic City. Lawshe, David. Trenton. 
 
 Aumack, Gr., Keyport. Leuly, Emil, Hoboken. 
 
 Bell, E. S., Atlantic City. Mattison, Mrs. Jennie E., Newark. 
 
 Bell, Mrs. E. S., Atlantic City. Mulf ord, Fannie, Millville. 
 
 Clark, Aaron L., Bridgeton. Murray, Miss M., King of Prussia, Pa. 
 
 Compton, Charles W., Newark. Owens, Mrs. Wesley R., Trenton. 
 
 Cosman, Miss M. A., Vineland. Page, Mrs. C., Newark. 
 
 Currey, Miss, Weehawken. Painter, Annie, New Brunswick. 
 
 Currey, Miss J. S., Weehawken. Palmer, Mrs. Imogene, Atlantic City. 
 
 Cummins, R., Washington. Roe, H. Estelle, Rutherford. 
 
 Dalrymple, Aaron, Washington. Robinson, William T., Freehold. 
 
 Dawes, Theodore B., Washington. Rumbarger, Miss M., Atlantic City. 
 
 Dawes, Mrs. Theodore B., Washington. Smith, Elizabeth J., Branchville. 
 
 Davis, W. H., M. D., East Orange. Stegeman, John F., Newark. 
 
 Duerkes, Miss, Weehawken. Sinkinson, Rev. C. D., Atlantic City. 
 
 Exton, Emma, Trenton. Terhune, Rev, J. A., Hughsonville, 
 
 Fitzer, J. R., Salem. N. Y. 
 
 Gaskill, Florence, Mt. Holly. Terhune, Mrs. J. A., Hughsonville* 
 
 Graff, Lewis E., Haddonfleld. N. Y. 
 
 Hoagland, Rev. Charles H., Asbury. Thompson, William W., Freehold. 
 
 Hendrick, Miss S. E., Newark, Weller, Lizzie, Washington. 
 
 Irving, Rev. D. O., East Orange. Wright, Mrs. Mary E., Atlantic City. 
 
 Kaighn, Richard C., Ellisburg. 
 
 The Hebrides was inhabited by forty-six ladies, some 
 young, some old, some "fair, fat and forty;" all peace-lov 
 ing; no jars (except pickle jars) but perfect harmony. One 
 lady on being told that she would travel in this car, said: 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 103 
 
 *'The idea of being all that time with a lot of women all 
 cranks." Now, she is one of the loudest in praise of the 
 life among them. Another declared the millenium 
 had come, or it would have been impossible for so many 
 women to live in such peace for twenty days. 
 
 The days were spent in viewing the magnificent scenery, 
 comparing notes, giving impromptu entertainments and 
 luncheons, and last, but in no wise least, writing poetry. A 
 paper called "The Hebrides Herald" was edited, showing 
 up the conduct of certain men from neighboring cars. 
 These men affected the fear of entering the "He-brides," 
 as they were fond of calling our home, but in reality, noth 
 ing pleased them better than to come in and share our good 
 times; the fame of which had spread through the whole 
 train. 
 
 The crowning hour, however, was when the curtains of 
 night were slowly gathering. The desperate efforts of our 
 porter to "make down" the beds, the untiring "cake walk" 
 from berth to dressing room, to and fro, the screams and 
 scrambles following the warning cry, "Man coming," the 
 struggles with the stepladder, and the sighs of those who 
 mounted them, the sorrows of hair-dressing, and the innate 
 perniciousness of hair-pins, the swaying car and the plung 
 ing bags, all combined to produce a scene unrivaled, except 
 by the "streets of Cairo." 
 
 After a succession of these day and night scenes, the last 
 day came that day especially freighted with pleasant 
 memories. Many expressions of good will and congratu 
 lations on being a "He-bride," greeted us on every side, 
 and we left our associates with the hope that each had made 
 a little "sunshine" along our route to the "Golden Gate" 
 and return. 
 
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 Bross, Mrs. S. B., Newark. 
 Bross, Marion, Newark. 
 Benche, Anna S , Hyde Park. 
 Bauer, A. Mame, Jersey City. 
 Brown, M. Florence, Newark. 
 Borden, Rachel B., Monroeville. 
 Borden, Fannie C., Jasobstown, 
 Bradley, Mary I., Lee, Mass. 
 Catlin, Sarah F., Brooklyn. 
 Catlin, Miss H. A., Brooklyn. 
 Coe, Jessie D., Nutley. 
 Crissman, Ellen G., Branchville. 
 Crissman, Mattie, Branchville. 
 Oondit, Mrs. M. B., Orange Valley. 
 Coe, Caroline M., Newark. 
 Craig, Mrs. R. F., New Germantown. 
 Durling, Josie, Hackettstown. 
 Ennis, Mrs. E. B., Newark. 
 Fisher, Betty, Jersey City. 
 Hammond, Julia M., Closter. 
 Hoyt, Juliette M,, Hoboken. 
 Lutz, Rose, Trenton. 
 Lutz, Elizabeth, Trenton. 
 
 Martin, Annie E., Newark. 
 McKenzie, Annie D.. Newark. 
 Mac Morran, Margaret, Newark. 
 McGarrah. Grace A., Brooklyn. 
 McGarrah, Agatha, Brooklyn. 
 Moore, Mrs. S. E., Freehold. 
 Moore, Estelle M., Freehold. 
 Moore, Mrs. M., Jersey City. 
 Nicholson, Belle. Califon. 
 Platt, Sarah E.. Red Bank. 
 Precht, Louisa, Trenton. 
 Park, Ada A., Jersey City. 
 Runyon, Sarah DeM., Millington. 
 Smith, Ida E., Newark. 
 Trimmer, M. Mildred, Middle Valley. 
 Tomlinson, Cora, Plainfleld. 
 Van Alen, M. Freda, Heath, N. Y. 
 Van Kirk, Lizzie, Griggstown, 
 Valentine, Mrs. Seth, Newark. 
 Van Cleef, Mabel, Newark. 
 Woodruff, Hannah H., Bridgeton, 
 Woolman, Helen R., Newark. 
 Wade, Margaret I., Irvington. 
 
 My Dear Sue. Of course you are anxious to hear of our 
 wonderful trip, and I will have to begin by describing our 
 "Apartment House." The Sydenham is one of the most 
 elegantly appointed and exclusive apartment houses. No 
 baggage is allowed to stand in its corridors, and its janitor 
 and head steward, Ben by name, took special delight in. 
 keeping it always clean and bright, and was ever careful 
 and watchful of his own. 
 
 One day a porter from a nearby hotel, "The Superb," 
 wishing to find Ben, rang the call bell of No. 6 in a very 
 energetic and persistent manner; when Ben appeared, he 
 remarked, in a very unconcerned way: "I knew that wasn't 
 any white ring." Our flats, all delightful for location, were 
 only rented to small families, and we proved a most con- 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 105 
 
 genial household. The proprietor and general manager, 
 Rev. T. E. Davis and wife occupied a central one, and very 
 often Mr. D. insisted on going to another for his own. They 
 sometimes took boarders, but owing to the office being 
 there, and people constantly wanting to see him on all sorts 
 of business, they were rather crowded at times. You know 
 those nice people, the Dyott's? Well, for a time they had 
 to be separated, and lodged in different flats, till one was 
 vacated, when they took possession. 
 
 We had a home restaurant and lunch room in No. 5, kept 
 by the Batemans, who were most obliging sort of people 
 and set a fine table. Two ladies from No. I took their 
 meals with them, but had our trip lasted much longer, 
 doubtless they would have had to provide meals at home, 
 as they had a couple of very attentive visitors, one being 
 a foxy sort of chap, it was hard to know just what he did 
 want, but Miss Ribble knows he likes buttermilk; the other 
 apparently is very fond of the good things of life, but a cer 
 tain young lady may prefer DuBois to avoirdupois. 
 
 The ladies in No. 3, each owned a "blickie," and hailed 
 with delight the sight of a cow, or "Pure Milk for Sale." A 
 milk diet certainly agrees with Miss Porter. The flat occu 
 pied by the Harris family had a reception room and pri 
 vate balcony; they were wise in their choice, else Miss Ber 
 tie never could have entertained her numerous admirers, 
 still the poor girl had the bad luck to lose a bran new sailor 
 hat, just when it was impossible for one or all to give chase. 
 As a rule, we were very quiet and decorous after the lights 
 were low, but sometimes the ladies in Flat E were dis 
 turbed by most "payneful" snores. 
 
 On our journey we came nigh unto a village called Heb 
 rides, absolutely under petticoat government, with the one 
 exception of the "Board of Public Works." As we were 
 
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 near to them some little time; they, wishing to be friendly 
 and acquaint us with the doings of the inhabitants, sent us 
 a copy of their "Herald," giving full particulars of a recent 
 midnight raid on the poor lone females. Appreciating their 
 kind friendliness, three of our bright minds were appointed 
 to draw up and send these Hebrides a fitting set of resolu 
 tions, which was done with all proper form and ceremony. 
 Then knowing the ability of our household and recogniz 
 ing the fact that a great deal of musical talent was wasting 
 its sweetness on the desert air, we engaged, as leader, Sig- 
 nor Dungan, and formed the new popular comb orchestra. 
 Who knows? you may hear us East this Winter. First 
 we gave a concert to our friends, the Hebrides, thereby 
 gaining local reputation, so that we had to make a tour of 
 the neighboring towns. Where we could be appreciated, 
 we were received with joy and gladness, but one evening, 
 arrayed in fitting (?) white garments, we travelled to a re 
 mote village, only to find on our way home the gates of 
 another town, through which we had to pass, locked 
 against us. They must have been frightened at our very 
 appearance, for women rose screaming from their beds, 
 the life of our leader was threatened, and we were glad to 
 reach the Sydenham in safety. 
 
 Quite a different experience was that of Mt. Siskiyou, on 
 July I4th, when some of us were presented with bouquets 
 of beautiful flowers, and twisted among the stems, some 
 found addresses, or a tender billetdoux from their Mt. 
 gallants. 
 
 "Live and Learn" At Colorado Springs one of our 
 number, a Mrs. Wood from New bubrgh, N. Y., was taught 
 the difference between pennies and nickels. She paid her 
 trolley fare in pennies, and was amazed to see the conductor, 
 after looking contemptuously at them a minute, throw them 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 107 
 
 against the stones by the wayside, remarking as he did so: 
 "I never take such stuff." On the afternoon of July 22, our 
 large assembly room was full to overflowing with the 
 Snides and their guests, to listen to Miss Catlin, the fa 
 mous elocutionist of Morristown, N. J. She gave a most 
 pleasing entertainment, and was followed by the talented 
 minstrel Harvey, who sang for us. 
 
 I've written yards already and must stop, but I wish I 
 had time to tell you of the meetings we attended along the 
 route, for the Sydenham was always well represented; of 
 the wheel Miss Voorhees borrowed without permission of 
 the owner, and her painful reflections the next day; of the 
 uneasy slumbers of some of our people that last night, all 
 on account of the cracker crumbs, feather dusters, dust 
 pans, etc., being in beds, and stockings, instead of in their 
 proper places, and of others of our household who enjoyed 
 the trip, but have not become famous thereby, but I must 
 close. Very Sincerely. M. 
 
 Bateman, C. H , Somerville. Hickman, Mary B., Bound Brook. 
 
 Baieman, Mrs. C. H., Somerville. Leigh, Mabel, Somerville. 
 
 Conover, Mrs. A. E M Asbury Park. Osborn, Laura, Peekskill, N. Y. 
 
 Cook, Jessie M., Bound Brook. Payne, H. G., Red Bank. 
 
 Davis. Rev. T. E., Bound Brok. Payne, Mrs, H. G., Red Bank. 
 
 Davis, Mrs. T. E., Bound Brook. Porter, Amelia, Somerville. 
 
 Dorsett, Edna, Yonkers, N. Y. Ribble, Anna O., East Millstone. 
 
 DuBois, Mary E., Freehold. Rockafellow, Alice, Bound Brook. 
 
 Dunham, Elfleda M., Bound Brook. Rogers, Josie A., New Brunswick. 
 
 Dyott, Rev. L. R., Newark. Smock, Mrs. R. P.. Asbury Park. 
 
 Dyott, Mrs. L. R., Newark. Tappen, Addie, Bound Brook. 
 
 Egbert, Rose M., Nyack, N. Y. Voorhees, Ada G., Somerville. 
 
 Harris, Henrietta T., Belvidere. White, Elizabeth, Passaic. 
 
 Harris, Roberta R., Belvidere. Wood, Mrs. Sarah S., Newburg. N. Y, 
 
 Superb. 
 
 There is one morning in the year ninety-seven indelibly 
 stamped on the memories of the four hundred and eighty- 
 
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 one, who began their trip across the continent, not the dark 
 continent but our own surprisingly new, bright and won 
 derful. 
 
 The only drawing room car on the train was the Superb. 
 The six cosy little parlors were taken possession of by 
 twenty-one persons. Being occupants of drawing rooms, 
 we were sympathized with as being "not in it," with the fun 
 and good times elsewhere. Although it may have appeared 
 that we were shut off from most of the fun prevailing; we 
 feel that the "Superb"-ers had the "cream" of the good 
 time, and our best wish for all is that they may cross the 
 continent in the car "Superb." 
 
 We left Jersey City bright as the day itself, and from the 
 moment of starting, the Stars and Stripes, our own coun 
 try's flag waved in our room. 
 
 Oh, how we flew, from the far East to the far West, dip 
 ping a little to the south, and touching the extreme north 
 of the States. 
 
 As we travelled farther away from New Jersey, we be 
 came more neighborly with each other, and before many 
 hours had passed, were as one large family. What delight 
 ful times we had at our "Afternoon Tea" and "Luncheon," 
 when we could entertain our friends in our own room, and 
 there enjoy ourselves undisturbed. 
 
 One, who proved himself in many ways very necessary 
 to the comfort of the twenty-one, our jolly, good natured, fun 
 loving porter, George, will never be forgotten. "The key 
 to a man's heart is through his stomach," and we were 
 often sad, being truly hungry. Then George would gravely 
 state that the next station would be need-more, and advise 
 us to lay in a supply of tomatoes that we might catch-up, 
 (we were then something short of a day behind schedule 
 time.) 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 109 
 
 When food seemed an impossibility, George and his 
 friend, Ben, anticipating the wants of the party, supplied all 
 who wished with refreshing lemonade, and even hot tea 
 and coffee. One day when business was at its best, and 
 George was doing his utmost to supply everyone, on reach 
 ing his "kitchen," what did he see tied to the door-knob, 
 but a dead chicken. Oh, what a shout was heard, for the 
 unfortunate chicken had met its fate many days before, 
 and, as George said, "Not even saltpeter could bring it 
 back." This was a grave, solemn joke, having been per 
 formed by the clergy to the sacrifice of their high (?) col 
 lars and sober (?) influence. Ever after, this portion of the 
 car was known as "George's Buffet." 
 
 Before reaching Salt Lake City, we were advised to lay 
 in a supply of provisions, and this we all did while with the 
 hospitable Mormons. Some of our companions acted 
 upon the suggestion so well that they purchased, not only 
 food, but chafing dish, knives, forks, etc., and were pre 
 pared for the very worst. The "very worst" never came, 
 however, and how sumptuously these friends dined on friz 
 zled beef, (cooked with condensed milk), fried eggs, fresh 
 salmon and many more luxurious "tasties." 
 
 One of our most delightful memories, and one that we 
 will recall often, was the first Sunday afternoon of train 
 life. (We were compelled to travel this Sunday.) How 
 we enjoyed our Sunday School class of nine members, and 
 how kindly and graciously we were met at three 
 o'clock by our teacher, Rev. Mr. Ottman, in his drawing 
 room. We shall never forget our lesson of that day, and 
 our hour was very short. It passed more quickly than any 
 other of train life, and was brimful of "helps," not only for 
 train life, but for our world life. 
 
 It was impossible to have any of the prayer meetings in 
 
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 the "Superb," but we were always invited to attend the 
 meetings in the neighboring cars, and accepted all such 
 invitations with genuine pleasure. 
 
 Our trip from beginning to end was of solid comfort and 
 enjoyment, and all of the "Superb"-ers enjoyed good health 
 but one, and to him every one felt drawn, and missed him 
 sadly during the days he was confined to his bed, and how 
 everyone from all parts of the train, rejoiced when he was 
 able to be with us again. 
 
 What a glorious trip we had; how we enjoyed being to 
 gether, and how we all hope to meet again. 
 
 As we journeyed toward San Francisco, and again when 
 homeward bound, we felt more than can be expressed. We 
 were awed and silenced by the wonderful beauties of our 
 own country, and, in the words of our own countryman^, 
 wish to sing: 
 
 "O, beautiful and grand, 
 My own, my native land! 
 Of thee I boast; 
 Great Empire of the West, 
 The dearest and the best, 
 Made up of all the rest, 
 I love thee most." 
 
 Americanism fastens us together in loyalty, while we feel 
 more closely drawn to each other by the blest 
 
 "Tie that bind, 
 
 Our hearts in mutual love." 
 
 And feel individually the truth of Rev. 4:11. "Thou art 
 worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power; 
 for thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they- 
 are and were created." 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. in 
 
 Now parted from one another, we feel more able than 
 ever before, to sing, (as we did that eventful day on Mar 
 shall Pass), 
 
 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
 Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost." 
 
 Aumack, Theodore, Freehold. Kirk, Mrs. Rachel, Newark. 
 
 Anmack, Mrs. Theodore, Freehold. Monroe, Miss M. L., Southport, Conn. 
 
 Barnett, Joanna GK, Newark. Newkirk, Mrs. Margaret, Brooklyn. 
 
 Chapman, D. D., Rev. J.W., Phila. Ottman, Rev. Ford C., Newark. 
 
 Dey, Lurena, Newark. Shepnerd, C. L., Freehold, 
 
 Duncan, Lucy G., Newark. Shepherd, Mrs. C. L., Freehold, 
 
 Kennard, Jessie A., Brooklyn. Taylor, Mrs. W, H., Charleston, S. C. 
 
 Ketcham, Alice E., Hoboken, Taylor, Elizabeth M., Charleston, S. C. 
 
 Ketcham, Edith A., Hoboken. Valentine, Mrs. E. B., Brooklyn. 
 
 Keasbey, Edward, Pertn Amboy. Wrigley, Jennie, Newark. 
 Keasbey, Mrs. Edward, Perth Amboy. 
 
 I am a comfortable, well-built Pullman par, and though I 
 boast no state rooms, I offer pleasant accommodations. 
 
 When I was attached to the New Jersey Special, I found 
 myself filled with people who were anticipating Yellow 
 stone Park. They were genial people of all ages; not many 
 Endeavorers. William, my stalwart porter, always kept 
 me in good order. 
 
 It was a source of amusement to hear the discussions 
 concerning the pronunciation of my name. Commonly, I 
 was called Sally. 
 
 Everything flowed smoothly until the night we lay at 
 
 Manitou. Well do I remember the excitement which there 
 
 stirred by occupants, when five tickets for Pike's Peak 
 
 were brought in to satisfy fourteen claimants. Waves of 
 
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NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 disappointment selfishness and renunciation, swept over me 
 from end to end. 
 
 On Sunday morning in Utah, I listened to Mr. Chap 
 man's sweet words, and Christian Endeavor services were 
 frequently held within my walls. 
 
 Starting on my return trip from California, I missed 
 many familiar faces, among them two cordial committee- 
 men and my portly friend from the smoker. New ones, 
 however, filled the vacancies, and they formed a pleasant 
 company. 
 
 There were one or two flirtations, or serious attachments, 
 (who can tell?) that I watched with interest. 
 
 At Portland, I found myself alone with the Burton, and 
 our young people became acquainted, growing quite so 
 ciable; then how forlorn we deserted cars felt while our 
 inmates were coaching through Yellowstone! 
 
 Some of our lads and lasses had a gay frolic at St. Paul. 
 They were pining for ice cream, and when we reached 
 there late Saturday evning, two good hearted young men 
 set out to get it. How I laughed to see them tugging in 
 a huge freezer, with three gallons of cream and bags of 
 cakes and pears, all for twelve dainty eaters! How the bor 
 rowed plates and spoons flourished, and how the cream dis 
 appeared, notwithstanding its bulk. 
 
 At length my trip came to a close. As I crossed the Del 
 aware, I heard a promising youth gladly shout, "O, Jersey, 
 we're coming, we're coming, Jersey, I love you best of all." 
 
 Ballinger, Levi, Moorestown. Dickinson, Mrs. C. C., Camden. 
 
 Ballinger, Mrs. Levi, Moorestown. Engle, Mrs., Mt. Holly. 
 
 Budd, Avorene L., Mt. Holly. Ehni, Christopher, Raritan. 
 
 Burgess, Agnes E M Inwood, N. Y. Ehni, Edward C.. Raritan. 
 
 Compton, Charles W., Newark. Gulick, Walter A., Camden. 
 
 Campbell, Mrs. Mary, Camden. Hitchner, F. G., Camden. 
 
 Davy, Sarah M., Orange. Humphrey, M. D., Edw., Somerton, Pa. 
 
 Dickinson, C. C., Camden. Kenyon, J. C., Raritan. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 113 
 
 Long, Agnes H., Philadelphia. Prall, Minnie, Philadelphia. 
 
 Lindsley, Miss L. M., Orange. Rogers, J. J., Medford. 
 
 Lindsley, Emma L., Orange. Roy, Anna C., Inwood, N. Y. 
 
 Lumbar, Rev. W. T. S., Moorestown. Sanborn, Mrs. George W., Somerville. 
 
 Lumbar, Mrs. W. T. S., Moorestown. Shaffer, Ada L M Hackensack. 
 
 Marks, Mrs. L., Orange. Shaffer, Lulu R., Hackensack. 
 
 Martin, Nellie, Rahway. Warne, Rev. D. R., Kingston. 
 
 Mason, Mary L., Haddonfield. Warne, Mrs. D. R., Kingston. 
 
 Miller, R. Anna, Somerville. West, Samuel, Riverton. 
 
 Montgomery, Mr., Pemberton. West, Mrs. Samuel, Riverton. 
 
 Norcross, Mrs. Annie, Mt. Holly. Woodhouse, Mrs. E., Moorestown. 
 
 We come now to the people who were denominated "All- 
 sassy," a title having its derivation and root in the word 
 Alsace (al-zas). It was not that they were more impudent 
 than their fellow travellers that they were thus styled, for 
 they were quiet and unobtrusive, content with themselves 
 and their surroundings, but because they occupied the Al 
 sace, or the best car in the train. 
 
 The Alsace contained the youth and the age, those that 
 were married and those that wanted to be; those that 
 had brought their dear ones with them, and one that had 
 left his sweetheart behind. Of this last named we have 
 a melancholy tale to unfold. When our train pulled out 
 of Jersey City, Tommy's sweetheart stood upon the plat 
 form with tears in her eyes, pleading "Don't you go Tom 
 my, don't go." But Tommy was resolute, and with a joy 
 ous exterior, but with heart-burnings within, he sped away 
 to the far West. As the distance increased, and Tommy's 
 chances of caressing his sweetheart on the next Sunday 
 night, grew rapidly less, Tommy's spirits drooped corres 
 pondingly, and when Colorado Springs was reached his 
 thermostat showed the zero mark, and Tommy vowed he 
 had all the enchantment he wanted, and he did not care 
 
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 about continuing the view at such long range. Resolved 
 never to leave her again, with lightened heart he chartered 
 the fast express to carry him back to the girl he left be 
 hind on the plains of Hoboken; and Tommy was with us 
 no more. 
 
 One of the sections in this car was occupied by two 
 bright and vivacious ladies who had never pledged allegi 
 ance to any man, and a gentleman a stranger to the la 
 dies. His advent into their presence at the beginning of the 
 journey was destined to free their minds of all doubts con 
 cerning his ability to make two hearts beat as one, provided 
 another heart could be found that would keep time with his. 
 
 After depositing his traps and settling himself comfort 
 ably in his seat he opened the conversation with the decla 
 ration somewhat amusing to the ladies, "I am a widower." 
 Whether the gentleman deemed the statement necessary 
 to his then present safety or future happiness, the ladies 
 were unable to determine, but judging from the attention 
 which he from that time commanded, some of the wise 
 ones afterwards concluded that Bro. Jackson possessed 
 considerable sagacity. Thenceforth sister Brown and 
 aunt Fanny vied with each other in making brother Jack 
 son's trip all that could be desired, and when we left Liv 
 ingston it was supposed the climax had been reached, and 
 that sister Brown had been left at the quarter pole in the 
 race, for brother Jackson's heart-strings. He and aunt 
 Fanny were missing, and all concluded that an elopement 
 had taken place. Good mother Conklin declared that she 
 had seen it all the time, and thus we all were led to com 
 miserate sister Brown. Condolence continued to be 
 poured in upon her until we had almost reached Cinnabar, 
 when brother Jackson, smiling and blushing like a new 
 blown rose, appeared to spoil the fun, and we learned that 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 115 
 
 aunt Fanny had simply been left behind, and the romance 
 which he had fancied was shattered. 
 
 This car boasted the only poetic porter on the train. 
 Toward the close of the journey he set his muse going and 
 evolved the following: 
 
 * " Mr. Davis, he would wait for you, but he'd be losing time ; 
 He has got to make connection on the B. & O. R. R. line ; 
 The engineer, he was ready ; be blew his whistle, too ; 
 He said he was going to drive this train, and drive it right straight 
 through. 
 
 " Young man, young man, you're too late for this train ; 
 Young man, young man, Mr. Davis is not to blame ; 
 Young man, young man, you're too late for this train ; 
 Another section is on behind, for this is a New Jersey train. 
 
 " Some says the New York Central made the fastest time ; 
 I'll tell you about a road out West I'll tell what she done : 
 She left Kansas City sharp, at half-past one ; 
 She arrived in Denver, Colorado, by the setting of the sun. 
 
 " Mr. Wagner says to Pullman, ' I'll tell you what I'll do, 
 You give me the Michigan Central, and you take the C. B. & Q.' 
 Mr. Pullman says to Mr. Wagner, '111 bet you you what I'll do, 
 If you don't pay me lots of money I'll take off my vestibule.'" 
 
 While waiting at Ogden three members of the party 
 strolled through the streets of the city. They met and en 
 gaged in conversation a resident, and during the conver 
 sation he proposed that he be allowed to procure a team 
 and carriage and show the party the points of interest about 
 the city. The proposal was cheerfully acceded to, and 
 they were driven about the city, through the adjoining 
 country, about seven miles into Ogden Canon, which pre- 
 
 *Note A young man was left behind at St. Paul and this gave occasion for 
 these lines. 
 
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 sented one of the prettiest views and scenes of the entire 
 trip. There was seen Bridal Veil Falls, a beautiful sheet of 
 water falling over a high precipice, and the Ogden City 
 Water Works, one of the largest in the world. One of the 
 most pleasing features of this delightful side trip was the 
 modest and unassuming manner of this Ogden City resi 
 dent who, it was learned, not from himself, but from 
 another, was Mr. H. H. Spencer, the Mayor of the city. 
 This incident is mentioned as an illustration of western hos 
 pitality. 
 
 While our train lay at Ogden a bevy of small girls with 
 inquiring minds, and, as we afterwards learned, very intel 
 ligent, came into our car to see the porter make up the 
 berths or "beds," as the girls called them. Their running 
 fire of questions and conversation with the occupants of 
 the car showed them to be very well informed concerning 
 their Mormon religion, and one of the girls in expressing 
 her amazement at the opinions entertained by the Eastern 
 people concerning the Mormons said, "the Eastern folks 
 come out here expecting to find us with horns and hoofs." 
 
 Altogether ours was a happy, pleasure seeking company, 
 enjoying all about us; our hearts made lighter at times by 
 the refrain which came floating from the drawing room, 
 "Don't you care," and we didn't. 
 
 Blakely, Agnes M.,White Plains. N. Y. Gabel, Mary, Philadelphia. 
 Brookfleld, Mrs. C. M., Newark. Geissele, Hilda T M Newark. 
 
 Brown, Addie, Camden. Gibson, Fred., Arlington. 
 
 Conkling, Mrs. Oscar, Basking Ridge. Gilmor, Rev. J. S., Congers, N. Y. 
 Conkling, Florence, Basking Ridge. Gilmor, Mrs. J. S., Congers, N, Y. 
 Cattell, Frances V M Philadelphia. Hepburn, Mrs. W. H., White Plains* 
 Crane, Anna M., Newark. N. Y. 
 
 Crane, Mrs. Sarah F., Newark. Jackson, Thomas, Ocean Grove. 
 
 Dessart, Victor E., Arlington. Kennard, Edward, Brooklyn. 
 
 Dessart, Mrs. Victor E., Arlington. Levy, C. B., Freehold. 
 Earl, Elizabeth, Elizabeth. La Bar, L. T., Beattystown. 
 
 Flanagan, Alice, Philadelphia. La Bar, Mrs. L. T., Beattystown. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 117 
 
 McClellan,Douglas Y., West Hoboken. Taylor, Mrs. W. W., Holmdel. 
 Pierpont, Caroline L M West Hoboken. Wainwright, Halstead H., Manasquan. 
 Pierpont, Ella V. C.. West Hoboken. Wainwright, Mrs. Halstead, Mana- 
 Smith, Thomas F., N. Y. City. squan. 
 
 Taylor, W. W., Holmdel. 
 
 Qanfon. 
 
 Among the many thousands of persons in the great ex 
 odus to California this year, were twenty-nine characteris 
 tic individuals on the car "Canton." 
 
 With us were lawyers, doctors, teachers, church offi 
 cials, young men and maidens, all of whom were bent on 
 having a good time. We will not soon forget those last 
 good byes on the 28th day of June, those heart-felt sym 
 pathies of our best friends, and the tears so freely shed by 
 not a few of our party. But soon we bade "farewell to 
 every fear and wiped our weeping eyes." Once fairly set 
 tled in our beautiful car the work of getting acquainted 
 with the many strangers was soon begun, for we were to 
 spend nearly eleven days in crossing the continent together. 
 At first we sat in our respective sections like so many sol 
 diers in a line, waiting for an opportunity to break the first 
 law of etiquette, and share our feelings with our strang'e 
 neighbors. In this rather unpleasant time of suspense, our 
 car was hastened through the tunnels on the Baltimore & 
 Ohio Railroad, and passed the Washington Monument as 
 if there was nothing at all worth seeing in this Eastern 
 country. 
 
 Scarcely had we started on our way up the historic Po 
 tomac, when the delicious aroma of coffee made a strong 
 appeal to our olfactory sense. 
 
 A glance down the aisle of the car revealed the fact that 
 more than one alcohol lamp, with complete culinary out 
 fits, were in possession of a skillful maidens. This was a fa- 
 
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 miliar scene three times a day, and the generosity of our 
 kind lady friends will be remembered long after much of 
 the grand scenery of the wonderful Rockies has faded from 
 our memories. On the first morning of our trip the cause 
 of woman's rights was settled. The ladies discovered 
 that seven men had a dressing room seven times as large 
 as the one used by twenty-two women. The majority 
 ruled in our small Republic, and both men and women 
 afterward made their toilet in the spacious smoker, with a 
 freedom that would amaze our fastidious old maids of the 
 East. Our ladies rejoiced that they were not "He-brides," 
 that is passengers on the car Hebrides, where there was no 
 man except the colored porter, or Brigham Young, as he 
 was styted. The three married men of our party were very 
 useful to the young ladies and gentlemen, for two days had 
 not passed before every one in the car knew that our young 
 Camden lawyer was fast becoming a Croesus, and that our 
 embryo doctor of Moorestown gave promise of a brilliant 
 future. We were a happy people, noting familiar flowers 
 and birds, and comparing notes about rare bits of scenery 
 which especially struck our fancy. But when the prom 
 ised rides through the city of St. Louis were lost in the 
 shades of night, and we had to endure six hours wait at 
 Kansas City in a tropical temperature, which prostrated 
 men and women, our legal talent was up in arms and de 
 clared there was ("cause for action.") But "every rose has 
 its thorn," and an ideal ride across the Kansas prairie, and 
 a trip up Pike's Peak were sufficient to arouse the most 
 sanguine heart, and never again was the voice of a "kicker" 
 heard on the "Canton." On the whole, our car gave our 
 kind manager, Mr. Davis, very little cause for worry. We 
 could entertain ourselves when nature did not appeal to 
 our senses, and the intricate questions of theology, psycho- 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 119 
 
 logy, sociology and matrimony were discussed with a skill 
 that would astonish our college fraternity. Deafening 
 shouts of laughter were daily heard in the smoker, or some 
 corner of the car where were nestled a group of "jokers." 
 We had a number of excellent story tellers, but one of our 
 party was especially gifted. He never ran out of jokes, and 
 often related a story as old as Methuselah, with a freshness 
 that provoked applause from the admiring audience. Many 
 of our stories had an appropriate setting in the surround 
 ing scenery. While crossing the desert our train halted, 
 which was a rare thing to do! 
 
 There was little to look at except alkali plains, covered 
 with sage bush. While waiting, our joker observed a lank 
 good-for-nothing looking fellow leaning against the sta 
 tion, and he inquired of the stranger the distance to the 
 next stop? The slouchy man of the desert answered in a 
 low, husky voice, "three miles." Our joker asked what 
 malady caused his weakness, and he replied, "the land was 
 so poor he could not raise his voice!" At Helper, Utah, 
 our train (strange to say) had to rest several hours. It was 
 a beautiful Sunday morning, and the little desert town la 
 bored manfully to satisfy the hunger of more than a thou 
 sand Christian Endeavorers. A number of Cantonians vis 
 ited a restaurant in a vain search for food, until finally one 
 of our number pitifully asked the charming matron if she 
 would be so kind as to give a poor starving man some 
 thing to eat? The hungry look and persuasive words had 
 the desired effect, and a fine breakfast of ham and eggs was 
 enjoyed for the small consideration of "two bits." Often 
 a few of our party stampeded the culinary departments of 
 restaurants and helped themselves to tea, coffee, bread, but 
 ter, etc., while hundreds, less persistent, returned to the car 
 with aching voids. The fields and forests lost many a 
 
120 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 sone and flower, and one person noted over a hundred 
 kinds of plants, similar to our native species. This same 
 botanist, before reaching the Pacific coast, discovered a 
 higher order of daisies, and it is confidentially believed that 
 the characteristics and locality of this rare specimen were 
 carefully noted. 
 
 The Red man was a curiosity to many of us, and we m~ 
 braced every opportunity of familiarizing ourselves with 
 his unique character. 
 
 One evening, on the Alkali plain, while our train was tak 
 ing its usual rest, we enticed a young buck of magnificent 
 physique, into our car. In a moment many of our charm 
 ing ladies were gazing on, while the gentlemen were plying 
 questions to our distinguished visitor. We pointed to one 
 of our prettiest damsels, and asked the Indian if he did not 
 want a squaw? He gave a characteristic shake of the head 
 and said "no." "White woman!" "She's no workie!" 
 "She's no washie." Thus showing his keen sense of his 
 appreciation of the faults of the white race. It would not 
 do to close our story without mentioning our favorite pas 
 time. After the shades of night had fallen, the tables of 
 the Pullman car were adjusted in the smoking room, and 
 seated on opposing sides were our enthusiastic devotees of 
 "Jenkins up." The shouts of the captains vied with the 
 roar of the moving train and the snores of the old folks. 
 Finally, dear readers, you know with me that our minds 
 and hearts were often turned from the amusing instances of 
 our trip to the more serious appreciation of this wonder 
 ful continent of ours, and the wisdom displayed in creating 
 man and the universe. How often the words of the Psalm 
 ist were brought to our remembrance: "The Heavens de 
 clare the glory of God and the firmament showeth His 
 handiwork!" Often our hearts were comforted by the 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 121 
 
 sweet council of visiting ministers to our car, and the Chris 
 tian fellowship of our own members made our journey a 
 rare trip indeed. We were better men and women when 
 the Golden Gate was reached, and we trust our wanderings 
 helped prepare us to enter the pearly gates of the New 
 Jerusalem. 
 
 Alcott, Anna J., Marlton. Reynolds, Sarah, Moorestown. 
 
 Blakely, W. G., Camden. Roubaud, Millard, Newark. 
 
 Blakely, Mrs. W. G., Camden. Shadier, Mrs. J. W., Moorestown. 
 
 Bowman, Mrs. Myra J., Brooklyn. Shoemaker, Mary, Bridgeton. 
 
 Bowman, Miss, Brooklyn. Shoemaker, Harriet, Bridgeton. 
 
 French, Ella, Moorestown. Sodden, Mrs., Newark. 
 
 Haines, Mrs. Emma, . Spawn, Eva, Newark. 
 
 Harlow, Annie, Philadelphia. Stimus, Clara, Moorestown. 
 
 Heaton, G. W., Moorestown. Stimus, Howard, Moorestown. 
 
 Heaton, Mrs. G. W., Moorestown. Weis, Mrs. H., Newark. 
 
 Nichols, Florence, Newark. Weis, Miss, Newark. 
 
 Overman, Prof. W. F., Moorestown. Wilson, Annie, Burlington, 
 
 Perkins, Almeda, Moorestown. Wilson, Mary, Burlington. 
 
 Pierce, George, Moorestown. Wilson, Prof. L. M., Nyack, N. Y. 
 Putnam, Adelaide G., Newark. 
 
 Burton. 
 
 In writing of the trip to California, let it be understood 
 that the occupants of the car "Burton" had travelled but 
 a few hundred miles when the goodfellowship and con 
 geniality of the party, united us as one household, and we 
 journeyed the remaining eight thousand miles as the "Bur 
 ton family." 
 
 On our car there were thirty-seven persons one a min 
 ister, three physicians, and fourteen were teachers. 
 
 The muse was early inspired to work, and we sang our 
 song to the tune of "Marching through Georgia" in 
 every car in our train. The first verse and chorus were 
 composed by an estimable "Burton" lady, and verses were 
 added by others. 
 
122 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 After a few hours absence, to make a tour of some wes 
 tern city or village, and after our separation of several days, 
 when we were scattered about in the different hotels of San 
 Francisco, the refrain to this song would be the unfailing 
 welcome on our return to the car. 
 
 The Christian Endeavor spirit strongly pervaded the 
 Burton during the entire journey. We had some active 
 workers with us, and scarcely a day passed without its ser 
 vice of song or Christian Endeavor prayer meeting. These 
 meetings were usually held in the evening, and were con 
 ducted by different persons, notably Rev. Mr. Martine, Rev. 
 Mr. Savage, Rev. Mr. Wyckoff and Dr. W. R. Ward. 
 One evening the Rev. Mr. Ottman accepted an invitation to 
 come into the "Burton" and give a Bible talk, and it was 
 very interesting. 
 
 My impression is that these services worked much good, 
 for in contemplating the works of God, whose wonderful 
 creations were hourly entrancing us, we were all possessed 
 of a spirit of profound adoration of Him who for our delight 
 had made the snow-capped mountains, the matchless can 
 ons, the everlasting hills, which are but His footstools. 
 
 A pleasant feature of our journey was that of meeting old 
 friends in some far western city. 
 
 Some of the Burton family met friends in San Francisco, 
 and others had friends in Helena or Spokane or Minne 
 apolis, and several met friends at Colorado Springs. These 
 meetings and greetings and farewells will have a lasting 
 effect on the impressionable mind. 
 
 Our experience in Yellowstone Park will probably be 
 written in the general account of the trip, but we of the 
 "Burton" would like to say of this "Wonderland of Amer 
 ica," that it was a fitting climax to a wonderful journey. 
 Every evening in the park a Christian Endeavor meeting 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 123 
 
 was held at the hotel, where we would be stopping, and in 
 each instance, but one, it was the first religious service that 
 had ever been held on the premises. Let us hope that many 
 have been held since, as a ^reat number of Christian En- 
 deavorers were following us. 
 
 The genial porter of the "Burton" rejoiced in the 
 euphonious name of "Grenville Chalmers Davenport,'' 
 and by common consent we called him "Chauncey M. De- 
 pew." For what reason I do not know, unless it was on 
 the principle of the darkey who named his uncle January, 
 because he was born in December. 
 
 When our journey was over we realized that our hats had 
 been hanging on companion hooks so long that it seemed 
 like "breaking home ties" to take them down for a final 
 parting, but reunions of the Burton family have already 
 been planned, and I am sure that friendships have been 
 founded that will be lasting. 
 
 (Time " Marching Through Georgia"} 
 
 Here's to dear old " Burton," 
 
 The van car of the train, 
 All the way from Jersey shore 
 
 She's led the sleeper chain. 
 Faithful still she speeds along 
 Toward the Golden Gate, 
 The brightest light from Jersey state. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 All hail ! all hail ! the Burton family, 
 
 All hail ! all hail ! we come from New Jersey ! 
 
 Sisters we, and brotheis strong, 
 
 We come from sea to sea, 
 
 Thus we sing the Burton greeting. 
 
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 A roll and coffee for two " bits," 
 
 A dish of " railroad frogs," 
 We glory in " conductor's punch," 
 
 We're bruised by many jogs, 
 We've eaten " steam puffs" on the road, 
 And snow balls on Pike's Peak, 
 And slept while flying through the air. 
 
 When we separated from the New Jersey Special at Port 
 land, and the Burton and the Saale were sent on to Yellow 
 stone Park, the following verse was added: 
 
 We come with hearty greeting 
 
 From the Burton family, 
 We've now annexed the sleeper Saale, 
 
 We shout it joyfully. 
 We're the two remaining families 
 Of all the Jersey host 
 Speeding to the National Park. 
 
 Ball, Hattie E M Newark. Hill, Augusta, Newark. 
 
 Blauvelt, Annette, Newark. Howell, M. D., Ella Woodward, Orange. 
 
 Braaum, Sarah H. t Newark. Mac Crellish, William A., Trenton. 
 
 Breck, Helen M., Brooklyn. Morris, Laura B M Newark. 
 
 Burnite, Mary A., Newark. North, F. A., Toms River. 
 
 Ouddeback, Olive, Paterson. Peer, E. Jane, Newark. 
 
 Doty, Jessie T., Lyons Farms. Pelser, Agnes E., Paterson, 
 
 Drake, Walter, Newark. Remain, Mary E., Newark. 
 
 Drake, Mrs. Walter, Newark. Runyon, J. D., Newark. 
 
 Edwards, Harriet S., Newark. Runyon, Mrs. J. D., Newark. 
 
 Eunson, Sarah A., Newark. Savage, Rev. Charles A., Orange. 
 
 Farmer, Mary M., Newark. Schmidt, Christian, Newark. 
 
 Foster, Frank A., Newark. Smith, Mrs. Fannie W., Newark. 
 
 Foster, Emma C., Newark. Smith, Leona C.. Newark. 
 
 Gasser, Louise J., Irvington. Sweasy, M. Augusta, Newark. 
 
 Gauch, Lizzie E., Newark, Van Horn, M. D., Caroline H., Phila. 
 
 Goble, Etta R., Newark. Ward, Mary C., Lyons Farms. 
 
 Henderson, Annie, Newark. Ward, M. D., William R., Lyons Farms. 
 Hill, Bena, Newark. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 125 
 
 Whatever may be said in this book of the other cars which 
 composed our train, it is to be hoped that no one will imagine 
 for an instant that any of them could compare favorably 
 in any particular with the Utrecht. The reader will prob 
 ably be told of the theological wisdom contained in the 
 Superb, the youth and beauty in the Hebrides, the musical 
 ability in the Sydenham, the literary genius in the Nadura, 
 and so on through the long list, but all these were com 
 bined in our car, and to these accomplishments can be 
 added a cordial geniality, and a regard for the comforts of 
 one another, which will leave a delightful recollection as 
 long as memory shall last. 
 
 There were doctors of medicine, doctors of divinity, doc 
 tors of dental surgery, doctors of law, and horse doctors on 
 the train, but not one of them could compare with our Dr. 
 Slack. You need not take my word for it, but ask any one 
 who went with the excursion. They may first tell you 
 that he found fault with Pike's Peak, because it was not 
 high enough; with the Garden of the Gods, because there 
 were no turnips planted there; with the railroad restau 
 rants, because they gave him ham sandwiches instead of 
 cheese; with San Francisco, because it was too cold; with 
 Kansas City, because it was too hot, and with Yellowstone 
 National Park, because the water in the hot springs was not 
 hot enough ; but ask them who attended to their headaches, 
 backaches, earaches, toothaches and stomachaches, and 
 who took the cinders out of their eyes, and they will tell you 
 with one accord Dr. Slack. With such medical talent, 
 it was, of course, necessary that we should have a profes 
 sional nurse, and we had one who was an adept at adminis 
 tering the doctor's very pleasant (?) potions, and whose 
 
126 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 soothing touch was as soft as velvet. During the day she 
 tripped through the car as happy as a lark; but alas, whea 
 night fell, her happiness was at an end; for being as round as 
 the proverbial dumpling, it was necessary for her to be 
 tightly strapped to her berth to prevent her falling from 
 it, which we all feared might wreck the car and train. 
 
 In section number one, was a young Somerville lawyer 
 who made a great deal of noise, and who promised to be 
 the protector of every one in the car should it be attacked 
 by Indians, cowboys or robbers, but his bravery vanished 
 in Helena,when a common, ordinary trolley motorman,with- 
 out feathers, paint or lariat, offered to spoil his complexion 
 if he ever dared call him Dennis again, and nothing more 
 was heard of him during the remainder of the trip, and it 
 has even been rumored that he was so crest fallen at his loss 
 of reputation, that he decided not to come East, and left the 
 party at Chicago. 
 
 Cox-ey's Army joined the party at Philadelphia. It 
 was'nt a real army, you know; it only sounded so. It was 
 composed of "Sis" and Cox-ey himself, in the first place, 
 but was reinforced by a Shinn-dy from Ocean county, and 
 his better half. After this, it needed no further additions 
 to make section No. 3 the noisiest on the train. 
 
 The inmates of our car may not know that there were two 
 occupants in section No. I, but there were. A young jew 
 eler occupied a berth there from eleven o'clock at night 
 until six the next morning. The remainder of his time was 
 spent in the Proteus. Strange, too, for the girls in our car 
 were just as attractive as in any. 
 
 The most envied young lady on the train was from Tren 
 ton, and occupied section No. 2. The cause of this envious 
 feeling was the free use of the telegraph wires from any 
 point along the line, provided the message was sent to- 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 127 
 
 Trenton; and, of course, she had no desire to send one else 
 where. All the other girls wished their best fellows were 
 managers of Western Union Telegraph offices. 
 
 The writer would like to distinguish everyone in the car, 
 and would have no difficulty in assigning a specialty, to 
 each, would space permit it, but as space is limited, he will 
 close this letter by hoping that everyone enjoyed the trip 
 and the companionship of the other occupants of the 
 Utrecht, as much as he. 
 
 Bodine, J. P., Flemington. 
 Bolton, Rev. James, Roycefleld. 
 Branigan, James Dunlap, Newton. 
 Clarke, Margaret P., Hackensack. 
 Cox, William E., Cream Ridge. 
 Cox, Mrs. William E., Cream Ridge. 
 Dungan, Nelson Y., Somerville. 
 Easton, F. C., Princeton. 
 Easton, Mrs. F. C., Princeton. 
 Erler, E. E., Newark. 
 Fell, Mrs. C. D.. Glen Ridge. 
 Fulton, Joseph F., South Amboy. 
 Hanks, A. A., Jersey City. 
 Hendricks, Charles O., Newark. 
 Hibbs, Susan, Trenton. 
 Hibbs, Elizabeth L ., Trenton. 
 Hill, F. Blanche, Andover. 
 Hill, Ida M., Andover. 
 Honness, B. F., Clinton. 
 Honness, Mrs. B. F., Clinton. 
 
 Ketcham, E. S., Newark. 
 Killinger, Pauline, Camden. 
 Lauer, Jr., John C., Newark. 
 Littell, Bloomfleld, Orange. 
 Littell, Jennie, Orange. 
 McMurtrie, Mrs. George. N. Y. City. 
 Moore, Emma E., N. Y. City. 
 Munn, Grace A.. Boonton. 
 Nevius, A. G., Flemington. 
 Petty, Edward L., Dover. 
 Roberts. Joseph Y., N. Y. City. 
 Rowland, R. M., Dayton. 
 Schlect, Mary, Haddonfield. 
 Shinn, George L., Haddonfleld. 
 Shinn, Mrs. George M,, Haddonfleld. 
 Slack, M.D.,Clarence M., N. Brunswick. 
 Westervelt, Harry F., Newark. 
 Wilson, S. H., Andover. 
 Wilson, Mrs. S. H.. Andover. 
 Zimmerman, H. B., New Brunswick. 
 
 Gpsom. 
 
 The New Jersey C. E. Special for San Francisco, July 7- 
 12, 1897, will live long in the memory of those who were 
 among the tourists. And yet memory itself will rejoice in 
 a souvenir that gathers up and records facts or incidents of 
 that delightful journey. In our Pullman car, "Epsom," we 
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128 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 had, as we went out, nineteen men and twenty-six women. 
 The number was composed of farmers, business men and 
 women. Students, three school principals, one professor 
 of a classical academy, and four clergymen. Of course, there 
 were besides, persons of leisure, or with occupations unclas 
 sified, who yet are most important members of society, as 
 they were of this company. We met as strangers ; we parted 
 as friends, deeply interested in each other. The friendships 
 one forms, even when we may not meet again, constitute 
 one of the great benefits as well as charms of travel. 
 
 Our journey, beginning on the 28th of June, and ending 
 on the 23d of July, was one of great pleasure. For this we 
 owe not a little to our managers ; very much to the faithful 
 ness of the railroad employees, and more than we can tell 
 to the kind Father of us all, whose protecting care kept us 
 in safety in our outgoing and our incoming. One of our 
 number is over eighty years of age, and his wife is nearly 
 as old; a cheerful, goodly couple, who evidently enjoyed 
 che journey from beginning to end. 
 
 One of our number, Mrs. Kane, was laid prostrate in 
 San Francisco by some spinal difficulty, or paralysis. She 
 was helped to the car for the homeward journey by her 
 friends. Though constantly confined to her berth, she was 
 a pattern of patience, cheerfulness and hope, from ocean to 
 ocean. Though in privation and suffering, she evidently 
 had "sunshine in her soul." And this had its full counter 
 part in the "sunshine" of care and kindness from Mr. and 
 Mrs. Baker, who ministered to her every want. Nor do 
 we forget the kind and much prized visits made to all who 
 had need, by the trains' physician, Dr. Slack. In like man 
 ner would we make grateful mention of the cheerful and 
 very helpful service rendered by Miss Geissele, a trained 
 nurse, who formed one of our number on our return. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 129 
 
 I am sure many who were weary as the shades of evening 
 drew nigh, will often think of the willing service Apgar ren 
 dered, in making ready berths for the night. Albert, our 
 porter, certainly had "sunshine" in his face, and was faith 
 ful and efficient. But even he could not prepare two berths 
 at once. Hence the appreciation above mentioned. 
 
 We had in our car, as did the others, many, a service of 
 song and hour of devotion. Clergymen and laymen alike 
 took part in the services, which were uniformly times of 
 delight and refreshing to us all. 
 
 The Pullman car, Epsom, became our home on wheels 
 for the Christian Endeavor Convention in San Francisco. 
 It was our sitting room and bed room and often our dining 
 room from Paulus Hook to Golden Gate. 
 
 We were such a congenial company that with inevitable 
 annoyances, good nature predominated. There was sun 
 shine in our souls whatever the external circumstances. 
 Some found pleasant entertainment in our names. A lady 
 said the "Epsom was a good car to be in when you are 
 sick." I often heard it said to one of our number, "Why 
 cough?" Although W. was fat and hearty. Bruin and Fox 
 were not caged, but prudently located at the extreme of the 
 car. Deer heads, jack rabbits and buffalo horns were only 
 souvenirs. Our butcher had his pleasantest smiles for Mrs. 
 Bull and Miss Bullock. The name of our tallest man was 
 seldom dissociated from the mountain discovered by Pike. 
 The Miller ground no corn that did get under his heels. The 
 Bakers bought their bread as well as the rest of us. The 
 Barber was charming, and yet the gentlemen would shave 
 themselves and draw blood rather than adopt the Chicago 
 idea. When a celibate preacher became rheumatic, he 
 readily accepted the services of our young lady physician. 
 
130 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 And this was not done because the regular doctor was 
 Slack. 
 
 We shared "our mutual woes" and blessings. In a few 
 things only was the shaving business overdone. When a 
 good brother was crowded out of his own quarters by the 
 ladies, I took him in. Then he took in my lunch and went 
 into my grip and general belongings with strange disre 
 gard of muem et tunm. Once I had provided some de 
 licious chicken for my time of need, perhaps on a side track 
 in some barren spot, and simply saying 'Til pay you for 
 this," he devoured it with all the sang froid of a Monmouth 
 county mosquito. This was my return for folding him in 
 my arms and holding him face down upon my lap, while a 
 left handed preacher sewed a very important button on "his 
 only pair." But with all his faults, I love him still. 
 
 At Salt Lake somebody gave our porter some fresh cher 
 ries. Porter soon became weaker than water. At bed 
 time he was done up and thirty-six beds were not. The 
 women could not make these beds, and in this emergency 
 some of the men were women. But a farmer, a teacher 
 and a preacher came to the rescue. At low twelve there 
 were no "scenes of confusion, nor creature complaints." 
 The porter was doubled up, but the passengers were ex 
 tended at full length wherever the berth permitted. 
 
 "Still o'er these scenes will memory wake." The friend 
 ships formed on the Epsom will be lasting. 
 
 Apgar, Henry, Lebanon. 
 Baker, H. C., Jersey City. 
 Baker, Mrs. H. C., Jersey City. 
 Baker, Florence, Jersey City. 
 Baldwin, J. M M Newark. 
 Barber, Caroline A., Plainfield. 
 Bissell, W. E M Newark. 
 Bissell, Mrs. W. E., Newark. 
 Bruno, A. J., Newark. 
 
 Bull, Mrs. B. H., Newark. 
 Bullock, Noel J., Plainfield. 
 Conner, Prof. John G., Colora, Md. 
 Conner, Mrs. John G., Colora, Md. 
 De Mott, Bessie, South Amboy. 
 Doremus r Mrs. A, L., Jersey City. 
 Emson, Mrs. Sarah E., New Egypt. 
 Emson, Hannah A., New Egypt. 
 Foster, Mrs. A., Jersey City. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 131 
 
 Fox, J. F., Annandale. 
 Frazee, Amanda M., Rah way. 
 Gasser, Louise J., Irvington. 
 Groendyke, J. N., Lebanon. 
 Groendyke, Mrs. J. N., Lebanon. 
 Ingalls, Charles L., Verona. 
 Jackson, Mrs. C. H., Rahway. 
 Kane, Mrs. H. S., Jersey City. 
 Kngler, Rev. J. B., Reaville. 
 Kugler, Mrs. J. B., Reaville. 
 Loizeaux, A. S., Plainfleld. 
 Mershon, Rev. A. L., Annandale. 
 Mershon, Mrs. A. L., Annandale. 
 
 Mackenzie. Mrs. Duncan, Trenton. 
 Mackenzie, Margaret, Trenton. 
 Miller, C. P.. Newark. 
 Peake, Rev. A. P., East Millstone. 
 Roberts, Leander, Plainfield. 
 Roberts, Mrs. Leander, Plainfleld. 
 Stires, M. F., Jersey City. 
 Straub, Gottlob, South Amboy. 
 Sutphen, Mrs. M. C., Annandale. 
 Thayer, L. Elma, Plainfleld. 
 Todd, Ada E., Annandale. 
 Williams, Samuel, Newark. 
 
 Pfofeus. 
 
 With one or two exceptions the excursionists from Pater- 
 son and vicinity occupied the Proteus. On the homeward 
 trip the writer of these lines composed the following rhymes 
 which were sung by the choir, which he organized in the 
 car. Inasmuch as they were intended to review the period 
 of time spent on the Proteus, they are inserted here after 
 slight changes: 
 
 I. THE CAR. 
 (Tune "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay.") 
 
 Some travellers took a journey far, 
 They all rode in a Pullman car. 
 And nothing came their joy to mar, 
 For all went smooth without a jar, 
 
 Yes they saw the great Pacific, 
 
 And California with fruits prolific, 
 
 Oregon and Washington, 
 
 And back again to Paterson. 
 
132 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 They rode out there on Proteus, 
 
 She ran just like an omnibus, 
 
 Her wheels were round, her berths were square, 
 
 But she made sure to get them there. 
 
 O Proteus, but you were good, 
 
 O Proteus, your floors are wood. 
 
 A nice new carpet on your floor 
 
 And silver handles on your door. 
 
 The porter said his name was Dave, 
 We made him work just like a slave, 
 Brushing clothes and making beds, 
 Finding combs for frowsy heads. 
 
 He- made us go to bed at eight. 
 
 He would not let us stay in late. 
 
 He thought he owned the train and us, 
 
 But kept us straight without a fuss. 
 
 The conductor was a gentleman, 
 
 As cool and calm as a palm leaf fan, 
 
 His clothes were neat, his linen clean, 
 
 His buttons bright with glorious sheen. 
 We'll remember him forever more, 
 We'll think of him when life is o'er; 
 We'll always praise the conductor 
 Who took us to the Western shore. 
 
 No. II. THE PEOPLE. 
 (Tune "Home, Sweet Home.") 
 
 Mid pleasures in palace cars, though we may roam, 
 From Paterson to Frisco, there's no place like home. 
 With rumbling and grumbling the train rolled along, 
 But all were heard singing the joyous old song. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 133 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 We had Ryle, Miller, Thompson and Quackenbush and 
 
 Stiles, 
 
 Piaget, Hough and Duryee, and Schaub with many smiles. 
 Then Cuddeback and Belcher, and Beveridge alone, 
 Whose sister would have been there if she hadn't stayed at 
 
 home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 Then Tompkins and Mitchell and Spreen were in the van, 
 And Donkersley and Doremus who are a kind of a clan, 
 The Fowlers from Passaic, (and one had eyes that shone 
 When letters came in bunches from England's sunny home.) 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 Miss Pelser, Miss Murray, Roy Hartley, Bess Van Winkle 
 She tackled the foot ball player and downed him in a 
 
 twinkle, 
 
 And there was Mrs. Mathews who travelled all alone, 
 She never sneezed nor murmured, nor even wished for 
 
 home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet, home, 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 When the porter began to make up the beds, 
 And people sat waiting with aches in their heads, 
 When the way to the berths had politely been shown, 
 T'was then with weary bones they began to wish for home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet, home, 
 
 There's no place like home. 
 
134 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 When cinders were flying which made the faces black, 
 And everybody trying to get their baggage back, 
 When bathtubs were longed for in lands where unknown, 
 Then slimy, grimy travellers began to wish for home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 Fried oysters and beefsteak and turkey and peas, 
 And many sweetmeats that appetites appease, 
 Clean dishes and table clothes and ringer bowls alone, 
 And other things we had not, these we could get at home 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 We're glad that we looked at the wild and woolly West, 
 Which was supremely superfine when it was at its best. 
 But of all the fine places we've ever seen or known, 
 There's no place like home, there's no place like home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 There's no place like home. 
 
 Beveridge, Bruce. Paterson. Murray, Florence, Patersou, 
 Belcher, Mrs. William H. , Paterson. Piaget. Alfred, Paterson. 
 
 Doremus, Miss F. F., Preakness. Piaget, Mrs. Alfred, Paterson. 
 
 Doremus, Miss M. S., Preakness. Quackenbush, William D., Paterson. 
 
 Donkersley, Mrs. H. S., Paterson. Ryle, Mrs. Nora, Paterson. 
 
 Duryee, Rev. Abram, Cherry Hill. Ryle, Minnie, Paterson. 
 
 Fowler, C. H., Passaic. Spreen, Henrietta, Paterson. 
 
 Fowler, Mrs. C. H., Passaic. Schaub, Henry, Jr., Paterson. 
 
 Fowler, Fannie A., Passaic. Stiles, Ezra M., Paterson. 
 
 Fowler, Irmah, Passaic. Stiles, Mrs. Ezra M., Paterson. 
 
 Hartley, Roy, Paterson. Stiles, Miss Helen, Paterson. 
 
 Hough, Thomas, Paterson. Stiles, Mary, Paterson. 
 
 Hough, Mrs. Thomas, Paterson. Stiles, Margaret, Paterson. 
 
 Labar, A. I., Bangor, Pa. Stiles, Beveridge, Paterson. 
 
 Miller, John. New York. Thompson, Rev. E. W., Paterson. 
 
 Mathews, Mrs. M. E., Paterson. Tompkins, Miss Bertha, Paterson. 
 
 Mitchell, Myra, Preakness. Van Winkle, Bessie, Passaic. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 135 
 K^stone. 
 
 The car Keystone, as its name would indicate, was the 
 most significant car on the New Jersey Special. Not a pas 
 senger on this car who will not fully and heartily endorse 
 this statement. The name "Keystone" (and there is much 
 in a name) means something. There were other cars on 
 our Special that had names that seemingly were entirely 
 meaningless. Perhaps the one who christened the cars 
 with such names as the "Saale," "Proteus," "Burton," "Na- 
 dura," could tell us that these names are significant, and 
 have a meaning. But to the average passenger they were 
 names, and only names. There was the car "Hebrides," 
 devoted exclusively to the use of the ladies, who preferred 
 to be separated from the male passengers. In their female 
 loneliness they began the study of the name of the car in 
 which they were housed in their trip across the continent. 
 They associated the name "Hebrides" with names in his 
 tory and names in fiction. In fact they exhaust their 
 knowledge of history and geography, and fail to see that a 
 group of islands on the coast of Scotland should transfer 
 their name to a car that is speeding its way across the great 
 plains of the United States. Finally in their desperation, 
 this car, into which not a man pillowed his head, except the 
 porter, is called the "He-brides." The car "Epcom" was 
 suggestive. In fact too suggestive. Not to mention the 
 names of other cars, which, perhaps, others will do. We 
 hasten to say that the only car that had a real significant 
 name, a name that means something, was the car "Key 
 stone." We all know the importance of the Keystone in the 
 arch. It is that which binds the whole arch. Without it 
 the arch would not be able to hold even its own weight. 
 But with it, the arch becomes capable of supporting what- 
 
136 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 ever may rest upon it. Now the car "Keystone," either 
 because of its name, or some unexplained cause, was in 
 point of position the most significant car on the New Jersey 
 Special. Its place in the second section was about midway 
 of the train. Thus like the Keystone in the arch it held the 
 train together. When we became one section on our 
 return trip, the "Keystone" was the connecting link between 
 that which was known as the first and second sections, and 
 in one or two instance when the train was reversed 
 it was the car next the engine, and so came to occupy a 
 very important position, for by its sturdy grip on the pant 
 ing locomotive, it drew the entire train. But the car "Key 
 stone" was a famous car on that New Jersey Special, not 
 because of its name, nor of the position it occupied, but be 
 cause of the occupants of this car. No more congenial 
 spirits ever dwelt together than those who travelled for nine 
 days and nights to reach the Golden Gate. Youth and old 
 age found in each other delightful companionship. Wit, 
 wisdom, scholarship, originality, beauty, refinement, in fact 
 everything that could contribute to the delight of the soul, 
 was to be found in the car "Keystone." The truth is, the 
 car Keystone, and it might as well be spoken, had attrac 
 tions for even outsiders. For twice was one of our fair 
 passengers relieved of her pocketbook. And we suspect 
 there were some who even lost their hearts. Should the 
 youngest passenger, who was about twelve, live to be four 
 score years, we believe he will cherish to the end of his days 
 the fondest recollections of the noble car "Keystone." 
 
 When the train was nearing its destination at Oakland, 
 Cal., one of the party on the car wrote the following: 
 
 FAREWELL TO THE KEYSTONE. 
 
 There is a car upon our train, 
 
 And there for nine days has remained. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 137 
 
 And now a change we hope to make 
 And bide a wee at the Golden Gate. 
 Fare thee well ! Keystone, we leave thee, 
 Do not let the parting grieve thee, 
 For the friendship we have formed 
 \Vill long remain, remain. 
 
 Adieu ! adieu ! Keystone, adieu ! 
 We can no longer stay with you. 
 But in our hearts a place will save 
 For thee and friends that we have made. 
 We're glad to leave the desert drear, 
 And all the ills we had to fear, 
 And now our journey's almost o'er, 
 We soon shall reach the golden shore. 
 
 Beekman, Mrs. Sarah G., St. Johns- Martine, Rev. A. I., Dunellen. 
 
 ville. N. Y. Moore, J. C., Elizabeth. 
 
 Case, Mr., Philadelphia. McClellan, D. Y., West Hoboken. 
 
 Corfteld, George H., Jersey City. McGuire, M. Elizabeth, Ewingville. 
 
 Corfield, Mrs. George H., Jersey City. Osborne, Lemuel, N. Y. City. 
 Conselman, Mrs. J. D., N. Y. City. Patterson, Henry, Plainfleld. 
 Conselman, Theo., N. Y. City. Phillips, James, Pennington. 
 
 Craft, Mrs. E. S., Washington. Phillips, Mrs. James, Pennington. 
 
 Davenport, Mrs. Thos., Bound Brook, Powelson, Edwin, Bound Brook. 
 Davis, Rev. W. E., Lebanon. Stall, Augusta, Pottsville, Pa. 
 
 Dillman, Augusta. Mahanoy City, Pa. Shields, KateM., Washington. 
 Groff, Mary, Fort Plain, N. Y. Smith, K. Maud, Mahanoy City, Pa. 
 
 Biggins, Leila M., Flemington. Seymour, Mrs. James M., Newark. 
 
 Jeffreys, Mrs. O., Washington. Wagner, Hattie. Mahanoy City, Pa. 
 
 Kelley, Myles, West Creek. Wilcox, Carra, Erskine. 
 
 Leavitt, Mrs. C, B.. Trenton. Wilcox, Mrs. S. E.. Erskine. 
 
 Doranfe. 
 
 It has been impossible to get any sketch of this car. The 
 reason cannot be lack of ability. For no car on the train 
 had more literary talent. Those who were asked to con 
 tribute may have thought it better to "live in deeds and not 
 in words." 
 
138 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 The names of those who went to San Francisco on this 
 car are given, as they have been gathered from many unau- 
 thentic sources, and therefore, probably, with many errors. 
 
 Baldwin, Louise A., Newark. 
 Baldwin, Lillian M.. Newark. 
 Britton, Helen S., Trenton, 
 Busby, Dr., Camden. 
 Doremus, W. L., Montclair. 
 Danges, M. D., C. B., Camden. 
 Dutcher, Etta, Newark. 
 Hammond, Anna G., . 
 Harrison, Harriet, Newark. 
 Idell, Mrs. J. B., Brooklyn. 
 Johnson, Mrs. W., Newton. 
 Johnson, Miss L., Newton. 
 Lucey, Margaret. Jersey City. 
 
 Loring, J.'C.. . 
 
 Mac Call, Christine S., Newark. 
 
 Myer, Eva, Newark. 
 Osborn, Miss, N. Y. City. 
 Perry, Jennie, Brooklyn. 
 Perry, Nellie, Brooklyn. 
 Price, Lizzie, Elizabeth. 
 Price, Nellie, Elizabeth. 
 Parsons, Adaline, Plainfleld. 
 Reese, Amanda, Phillipsburg. 
 Robinson, Mary, Plainfleld. 
 Sloane, Mrs. G. W., Brooklyn. 
 Sloane, Miss M., Brooklyn. 
 
 Spencer, Mabel, . 
 
 Spencer, Mary, . 
 
 Schenck, Nellie, Holmdel. 
 White, Florence D M Jersey City. 
 
 Ihe "New Hampshire" being the last car of the second 
 section of the New Jersey "Special," and though a "Pull 
 man," yet not being vestibuled (?) and thus having a clear 
 platform from which a fine view could be enjoyed, was very 
 popular. Indeed there was danger lest the occupants of 
 the car should be crowded out of their rights by those from 
 the cars ahead. "Jacob," the porter, however, proved to 
 be equal to the occasion, and kept said back platform rea 
 sonably clear for the use of his own passengers. Our por 
 ter also showed great honesty in handing a roll of bills that 
 he picked up upon the floor to the conductor, so that it was 
 restored to its rightful owner. 
 
 When the second section became the first, as was the 
 case beyond Kansas City, we came near being run into by 
 that which had formerly been ahead of us, in a snow shed 
 with a curve in it. This was owing to "criminal negli- 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 139 
 
 gence" (so said an official) on the part of a brakeman, but 
 fortunately the catastrophe was averted just in time! 
 
 Divine service was held aboard the car on Sabbath after 
 noon, July 4th. Rev. Archibald A. Murphy, of New Bruns 
 wick, N. J., preached from St. Mark 6:31: "Come ye your 
 selves apart into a desert place, and rest awhile." A text, 
 the first part of which was thought to be applicable to the 
 country through which we were passing at the time. The 
 Rev. J. DeHart Bruen, of Union Seminary, assisted in the 
 service. On the same "Independence Day" the passengers 
 of the car were appropriately decorated with red, white and 
 blue ribbon, thoughtfully brought along by a lady from 
 New York city. 
 
 On the last day aboard, a mock marriage was celebrated. 
 The bride was one of the young men dressed as a girl, and 
 the groom came out of one of the cars ahead. A jolly girl 
 from Hoboken acted as bridesmaid, and Jacob, the porter, 
 was groomsman. Instead of a blessing, the officiating 
 clergyman gave the couple a sound drubbing over the 
 shoulders, and drove them from the car! 
 
 Bruen, H. N., Belvidere. 
 Bruen, J. H., Belvidere. 
 
 Carney, Elizabeth, . 
 
 Crowdis, Edwin G., Princeton. 
 Eick, J. H., Newark. 
 Emery, Mrs. E., Somerville. 
 Gilbert, Analita, Brooklyn. 
 Growenwoldt, Bertha, Hoboken. 
 James, Abbie H., Plaintield. 
 Kemp, Eva, Mt. Airy. 
 Kemp, Nellie, Mt. Airy. 
 Lee, Nina M., Trenton. 
 Loach, Minnie E., Elizabeth. 
 
 Lyle, William, Hoboken. 
 McGown, Miss B., Jersey City. 
 Murphy, Rev. A. A., New Brunswick. 
 Eeed, M. D., Louis, Somerville. 
 Reed, Mrs. A. E., Somerville. 
 Rohn. Mrs. Helen M., Raritan. 
 Rudolph, H., Newark. 
 Rudolph, Mrs. H., Newark. 
 Savage, Rev. C. A., Orange. 
 Smith, Seymour L., Brooklyn. 
 Wheeler, Miss I. H., Jersey City. 
 Witt, Mrs. C. H., Hoboken. 
 Wyckoff, Mary, Bedminster. 
 
 The following poem was written by one of the ladies in 
 Nadura : 
 
140 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, 
 
 BATTLE OF THE HE-BRIDES. 
 
 In torrents rain was falling, 
 As darksome grew the night, 
 
 A band of lusty warriors 
 Went forth unto the fight. 
 
 Full well they knew the danger 
 That lurked in yonder car, 
 
 With crafty He-brides waiting 
 And watching from afar. 
 
 Nor courage lacked they, truly ; 
 
 They nerved them for the fray, 
 And boldly stormed the entrance 
 
 And forced the passage way. 
 
 Then up those He-brides rising, 
 With fury in their eye, 
 
 With Amazonian courage, 
 Resolved to win or die. 
 
 O, fiercely flew the pillows 
 
 And smote th' encroaching band, 
 
 While shrill arose the war cry 
 Far o'er the distant land. 
 
 The porter from above them 
 Rained down his blows amain, 
 
 But up arose the warriors 
 And hit him back again. 
 
 They pummeled Mr. Fitzer 
 Until he lost his specs, 
 
 While Sinkinson and Terhune 
 Were quite reduced to wrecks. 
 
 While Kaighn and Graff, the active, 
 Bold Watermelon tall, 
 
 Dalrymple, Robinson and Cook, 
 Though t they were at foot ball. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 141 
 
 They fought until the shadows 
 
 Had settled o'er the hill, 
 Then, with two female captives, 
 
 Retreated, fighting still. 
 
 The He-brides, still undaunted, 
 
 Exulting waved aloft 
 The hats and caps they'd taken, 
 
 And at the Warriors scoffed. 
 
 "Oh, send for us our porter!" 
 
 The captive maidens sighed. 
 "They'll bury a coon to-morrow, 
 
 If he comes," the men replied. 
 
 Then Warne, the great peacemaker, 
 
 He of the soothing tone, 
 Did strive to reconcile them, 
 
 All single and alone. 
 
 The war of words that followed 
 
 We will not picture that. 
 At length th' exchange was finished 
 
 A maiden for a hat. 
 
 Then Peace, her wings extending, 
 Outstretched o'er both the sides, 
 
 Forgotten was the battle 
 Nadura and He-brides. 
 
 Christian Endeavor song. Composed on board New 
 Jersey Special, en route to San Francisco, '97: 
 
 CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR SONG. 
 
 Tune "Bringing in the Sheaves" 
 
 We're Endeavorers from New Jersey 
 Workers for the Master, 
 Heeding cot the perils 
 
142 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 Nor hardships on the way, 
 Looking unto Jesus, 
 Who encamped about us, 
 We went marching forward 
 Toward the Golden Gate. 
 
 \Rtpeal last two lines for chorus."] 
 
 Journeying o'er the desert, 
 On the rolling prairie, 
 Over Father of Waters 
 Toward the Golden Gate. 
 Through the mountain gorges, 
 In the depths of canons, 
 Sunset found us nearer 
 To the Golden Gate. 
 
 Now by snow-capped mountain, 
 Then by rushing torrent 
 Still our way we wended 
 Toward the Golden Gate. 
 Trusting still in Jesus, 
 Who had led us forward, 
 We kept pressing onward 
 Toward the Golden Gate. 
 
 At last we reached the waters 
 Of the peaceful ocean, 
 And bathed our weary feet 
 Within its cooling waves. 
 We journeyed from the East-land 
 Until we reached the west-land, 
 And then our journey ended, 
 At the Golden Gate. 
 
 Still a longer journey 
 We're taking with the Master, 
 From these earthly sufferings 
 To a home beyond the skies. 
 Though oft we tread the thorn-paths 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 143 
 
 We'll follow in His footsteps, 
 Soon we'll share His glory 
 Within the Golden Gate. 
 
 The ladies of the Hebrides for their own amusement, and 
 to preserve a record of the startling events that transpired 
 in their car on the night of July 16, issued a paper called 
 the "Hebrides Herald." A copy was sent to the passen 
 gers of the Sydenham and the Nadura, their nearest 
 neighbors. We insert some of the articles of the "Herald" 
 and the resolutions adopted by the Sydenhamites : 
 
 Hebrides Herald. 
 
 JULY 7, 1897. 
 
 A RAID UPON THE HEBRIDES. 
 
 Bad, Bold Men Invade the Car The Occupants Boldly De* 
 
 fended Themselves Loss of Blood and Property on Both 
 
 Sides Two of the He* Brides Captured They Languish 
 
 for a Long Time Among the Raiders, but 
 
 are Finally Restored. 
 
 To-day we send out our first issue of the "Hebrides Her 
 ald," and we bespeak for it a hearty patronage. So many 
 startling events have followed each other in such rapid 
 succession that out of the philanthropic spirit which pre- 
 
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144 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 vails in the Hebrides was conceived the idea of preserving 
 to this train and the world a record of them. 
 
 We feel sure that if one copy be read orders will come 
 in thick and fast. Our talent is of the highest order and a 
 rare treat is before you. 
 
 About 9 o'clock last evening the He-brides was visited 
 by a very fine minstrel troupe led by Mr. Davis. 
 
 They rendered several pieces, all of which were very 
 plaintive and effective in the extreme. All the He-brides 
 were dissolved in tears, and the wailings which mingled 
 with the strains of music were truly heartrending. 
 
 The occupants of the car showed their appreciation of. the 
 fine entertainment, throwing bouquets and a handsome 
 remunerative collection in a hat. 
 
 THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF 
 THE HEBRIDES. 
 
 Now it came to pass in the days of William the chief ruler, 
 that some of the sons and daughters of the East said one to 
 another. Let us go far away even to the land of Gold and 
 hold a Convention in the name of those with whom we are 
 associated. And because there were numbers in the land 
 of Jersey who were so inclined they said,wewill go with them. 
 And Titus and Daniel and others said we will prepare the 
 way before them: 
 
 And they departed from the city of Gotham on the eighth 
 and twentieth day of the sixth month. 
 
 And many joined them on their way. And there were 
 others to lead them, but Titus was chief. And they had 
 with them one Edward named Theophilus of the family of 
 Simmions who so conducted them on their journey that he 
 greatly endeared himself to all. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 145 
 
 And when they came to the great city whither they went, 
 many received them courteously. 
 
 And others came from the East and from the West, from 
 the North and from the South and convened with them. 
 
 And when the days were fulfilled they said : we will return 
 to the land of our home and of our nativity. And they 
 did so. 
 
 Now it was at the beginning that because there were 
 among the Jerseyites many widows and maidens, Titus said: 
 we will put them one by another, and they shall have none 
 to molest or make them afraid, and he did so. Therefore 
 were they called He-brides. But it came to pass on the eve 
 of the sixteenth day of the seventh month, that the young 
 men who were their neighbors, said, among themselves, we 
 will go and see those with whom we have had friendly in 
 tercourse and see how they do. 
 
 So they came with great friendliness of manner. 
 
 But the maidens were startled and resisted them with 
 weapons and with great vigor. 
 
 Then they said we will retreat with quietness and bravery. 
 But they were assaulted more and more and their progress 
 was obstructed, so that they could turn neither to the right 
 hand or to the left. 
 
 And Edward the porter also fought valiantly for those 
 whom he had in charge. 
 
 But Milliu, the daughter of Lawrence, whose surname 
 was Trimmer, and Lilla, the wife of Edwin, were taken in 
 captive and remained in bondage. 
 
 But Daniel who was also called Ruby, who had warned 
 us on our way, came with the flag of truce and peace was 
 declared and the captives returned to their waiting com 
 panions. 
 
146 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 i. Man, car, 
 Friday night, 
 Great raid, 
 Pillow fight. 
 
 II. He-brides, 
 Great uproar, 
 Take stand 
 On the floor. 
 
 III. Men crawl 
 
 On hands and knees. 
 Pillows fly 
 Thick as fleas. 
 
 IV. Caps lost, 
 Glasses broken, 
 Heels taken 
 As a token. 
 
 VI. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Girl caught, 
 Carried off, 
 He-brides 
 Only laugh. 
 
 Man sent, 
 Flag of truce, 
 Much talk, 
 No use. 
 
 V. 
 
 Men pass 
 By the Porter, 
 Soon decide 
 Not to loiter. 
 
 VIII. Caps fixed, 
 As a ransom, 
 Such treatment, 
 Very handsome. 
 
 IX. Peace declared. 
 Treaty signed, 
 He-brides 
 
 Of one mind. 
 
 X. That when it's time 
 To go to bed, 
 Nadura wants lunch 
 In the car ahead. 
 
 HE-BRIDES TO THE RESCUE. 
 
 They come ! they come ! a thousand strong, 
 With cannon's roar and clashing steel ; 
 Arise ! arise ! in might and strength, 
 And with your prowess do the throng 
 He-brides to the rescue. 
 
 Each woman seize her sabre white, 
 And there her strong, right arm uplift ; 
 Let each one see the blow's not SLIGHT 
 Whack ! slap ! shout and clap 
 He-brides to the rescue. 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 147 
 
 Hark ! from the enemy retreat is called, 
 And forth they go with saddened mien ; 
 With battered hats and heads they go 
 And in the fray there was many a fall 
 He-brides to the rescue. 
 
 Hurrah ! the victory is yours 
 Your general led you brave and true ! 
 Death to him who at you sneers 
 While we are on this best of tours 
 Fair He-brides, you're Queen. 
 
 Advance, Oh men of Nadura 
 Strong, ran the battle cry, 
 But ere they reached the inner door 
 The pillows began to fly. 
 
 Then waged the war 
 Both fierce and long, 
 The girls all right, 
 The men all wrong. 
 
 Again the foe did gain the door, 
 Again were beaten back, 
 Two fair young captives gained 
 Were meekly handed back. 
 
 So ended all the fray, 
 
 Their lesson learned had they, 
 
 And the warriors of the Hebrides 
 
 Float a victorious banner to the breeze. 
 
 I am asked to write a story 
 
 Of the people on this train, 
 We've funny folks and sunny folks, 
 
 And pretty ones and plain. 
 
 The first is our Conductor, 
 
 A little man, and slow, 
 And to everything we ask him 
 
 He replies : " I do not know." 
 
148 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 The next is Mr. Davis, 
 
 His patience far excels 
 A noted man of ancient times 
 
 Of whom the Bible tells. 
 
 Mr. Warne, on our committee, 
 
 Is brave and true and bright ; 
 He hastened to our rescue 
 
 In the riot of last night. 
 
 And there is Mr. Dyott, 
 
 So spiritual and good, 
 He is constantly dispensing 
 
 Our heavenly drink and food. 
 
 The next is our good porter, 
 
 He serves us night and day, 
 He is always kind and patient 
 
 If we let him have his way. 
 
 And there are many others 
 
 Whom I would like to name, 
 And give them honored mention 
 
 Upon this roll of fame. 
 
 Their bright and sunny faces, 
 
 Their words of kindly cheer, 
 Will linger in our memories 
 
 For many a coming year. 
 
 But the train keeps moving onward, 
 And we soon must say good bye, 
 
 God grant we all may gather 
 At the Golden Gate on high. 
 
 SYDENHAM RESOLUTIONS. 
 
 Whereas, It hath seemed good unto the innocent maidens 
 and still hopeful widows of the Hebrides to send unto 
 their neighbors the exemplary, esteemed, honored, and 
 
NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 149 
 
 illustrious Sydenhamites, an engrossed copy of their artis 
 tically illustrated, erudite, felicitous, voluminous and 
 exhaustive paper, entitled "The Hebrides Herald" of July 
 the 1 7th, A. D. 1897; and 
 
 Whereas, The contents of said paper revealed the sad ca 
 lamity which befell the unsuspecting and unprotected 
 .inhabitants of the He-brides, upon the night of the i6th 
 instant, when a band of midnight marauders, with malice 
 aforethought and evil intent, made a fierce onslaught; 
 and 
 
 Whereas, These defenseless females so valiantly resisted 
 and ultimately routed the barbarians wih loss of blood, 
 feathers, shoe heels, frizzes, pillow cases, physical energy, 
 et cetera, sleep and so forth ; and 
 
 Whereas, Two of the fairest flowers that bloom in the gar 
 den of the He-brides were rudely plucked by ruthless 
 hands, and forced to droop and wither for a season in the 
 pestilential atmosphere of their Nadurian prison; there 
 fore, be it 
 
 Resolved, That the exemplary, esteemed, honored, and il 
 lustrious Sydenhamites do hereby express their profound 
 appreciation of the merits of the artistically illustrated eru 
 dite, felicitous, voluminous and exhaustive paper, and their 
 unfeigned gratitude; therefore, and be it further 
 
 Resolved, That they extend their sincere, heart searching, 
 heart rending, overwhelming and all-sufficient sympathy to 
 these harmless creatures for the indignities and irreparable 
 loss which they sustained at the hands of the foe; and be 
 it further 
 
 Resolved, That hearty congratulations be extended to the 
 injured and innocent for their unprecedented achievements 
 manifested in their complete annihilation of the enemy, and 
 
150 NEW JERSEY TO CALIFORNIA, '97. 
 
 the restoration of their fair flowers to their Hebridesian 
 paradise; and be it further 
 
 Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be spread upon 
 the minutes of the New Jersey Special, and placed in the 
 archives of the New Jersey Historical Society, and that a 
 copy be sent to the once suffering, but now triumphant He 
 brides. 
 

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