To the golden land; sketches of a trip to Southern California . a raw Virginiancolonel of militia, known since to all the world as GeorgeWashington, first proved what stuff he was made of, iseighteen miles from the city. Then a leafy wilderness,now the seat of the great steel-works of Mr. Carnegie andhis partners, it is known still as Braddock. What ironyof fate and fame! Alexanders name is perpetuated inAlexandria, and Braddocks in the scene of his shame. Pittsburgh is the centre of the great region of naturalgas, which is tapped at multitudes of wells and conveyed inpipes to the cities. Blas
To the golden land; sketches of a trip to Southern California . a raw Virginiancolonel of militia, known since to all the world as GeorgeWashington, first proved what stuff he was made of, iseighteen miles from the city. Then a leafy wilderness,now the seat of the great steel-works of Mr. Carnegie andhis partners, it is known still as Braddock. What ironyof fate and fame! Alexanders name is perpetuated inAlexandria, and Braddocks in the scene of his shame. Pittsburgh is the centre of the great region of naturalgas, which is tapped at multitudes of wells and conveyed inpipes to the cities. Blast-furnaces are fired with it, anddrawing-rooms heated. The commerce and the gain aremarvellous, as is indeed the advantage to Pittsburgh inanother way. Before the discovery Sheffield was notmurkier and dirtier. Now the sun has fairplay, and thecity, delivered from soot and smoke, is fair to lookupon. The Pittsburgians may pray for gas, more gas,always gas. But it is doubtful whether this wonderful sub-terranean supply will be of long continuance, for already. TO THE GOLDEN LAND. 95 the pressure, at least at some of the wells, is diminishing,and Pittsburgh, Heaven help her, may have to condescendto coal again. After a too brief stay I took the cars again and passedon to Washington. The roadway of this Pennsylvanlanrailway is excellent, and the running smooth and is the only line I used of which I can speak in suchterms, for the journeying elsewhere is not by progression,but by jerks. The day was fine, the scenery crossed the Alleghanies, careering along the sides ofnoble hills and through the recesses of wooded valleys,rounded the wonderful Horse-shoe Bend, and then madeour way down the banks of a river, broader and moremajestic than the Thames, and quite as lovely. Yet it isbut one of the little rivers of this mighty land. They callit the Juanita. I had never heard its name before. AtHarrisburg we met Mr. Carnegie, fresh from a great speechhe had been deliv
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