Old Mexico and her lost provinces; a journey in Mexico, southern California, and Arizona, by way of Cuba . ons, which can be rolled away, so that in large gath-erings there need be no crowding through is an arcade above, around a grand staircase, withtribunes projecting, in which young women in colors, atan evening party, for instance, would look particularlyhouri-like. What in another house would be the ordi-nary veranda is here a delightful promenade, glazed in,and provided with easy furniture and a parquetry a row of such main apartments as drawing-roomand librar
Old Mexico and her lost provinces; a journey in Mexico, southern California, and Arizona, by way of Cuba . ons, which can be rolled away, so that in large gath-erings there need be no crowding through is an arcade above, around a grand staircase, withtribunes projecting, in which young women in colors, atan evening party, for instance, would look particularlyhouri-like. What in another house would be the ordi-nary veranda is here a delightful promenade, glazed in,and provided with easy furniture and a parquetry a row of such main apartments as drawing-roomand library comes a parallel row, of w4iich one is a greatball-room, entirely faced with mirrors. Pianos, mantels,and stair-posts are of California laurel—a new industryencouraged by the owner among many others. We drove from Belmont back through a succession ofcup-like dells in the lower mountains, a number of themdammed to form pretty lakes, the sources of supply forthe Spring Valley Water Company — a corporation ofgreat prominence at San Francisco. The slopes at first THE VILLAS OF THE BONANZA KINGS. 357. 358 OLD MEXICO AND HER LOST PROVINCES. were tawny with grain stubble; tlien scattered with thethick bush known as cliaparral; then bare. We passedan occasional lonely farm known as a milk ranch,or ^chicken ranch. There are no farms in California:no matter how small the tract is, it is always a ranch. In the strong, warm sunshine chance objects on thebare slopes cast intense, purplish shadows. That of adistant tree is as dark as if a pit had been dug under of a bird, flying low, is followed as distinctly as thebird itself. You are reconciled at last to the browntone. It is like Algeria. White stands out in brilliantrelief against it. One would rather like it to be a dif-ferent white, however, than that of the little woodenhouses. The falconers of Fromentin might career orthe rival Arab chiefs of Pasini hold conferences amongsuch hills. THE VINTAGE SEASON AND MONTEREY. 359
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