. Ralph's scrap book . lted. The se\eral rollshad united in one. ; soniethini;- of a crank on thebutter question, 1 withdrew from the market butterless. [ believe that few [leople realize the enormous size ofSan Joac[uin Valley. We were told by a ;iy well-informed man that it isfour hundred and fiftymiles loni;, with an aver-age width of si\t\-tourmiles. These dimensionswould make it more thanthree and one-half timesthe size of will call it twice aslarge as that State, whichis ]ierfectl) safe. Withplent\ of water for irri-gation the agricultural jiossibilities ot
. Ralph's scrap book . lted. The se\eral rollshad united in one. ; soniethini;- of a crank on thebutter question, 1 withdrew from the market butterless. [ believe that few [leople realize the enormous size ofSan Joac[uin Valley. We were told by a ;iy well-informed man that it isfour hundred and fiftymiles loni;, with an aver-age width of si\t\-tourmiles. These dimensionswould make it more thanthree and one-half timesthe size of will call it twice aslarge as that State, whichis ]ierfectl) safe. Withplent\ of water for irri-gation the agricultural jiossibilities ot this \-alle\- arealmost bevond tin. |>ower of figiues to tell. Willingly turn-ing our backs on this, Californias agricultural furnace, wedrove two miles up the Tejon Can\-on into the coast rangeof mountains, and camped tor the night close by a swiftrunning mountain stream. Was this It was morethan that ; it was heavenly. So suddenly leaving thatnatural o\en, following this cool stream up the can\on, at 437. The Captain coming into camp once shielded from the hot setting sun by the high hills andstately oaks on either side nf the stream, was a ehangeworthy of admiration and brim full of cheer. No flies, nomosquitoes, no screeching locomotives, no hoboes, nothinground about us save the high hills ornamented with scatter-ing oaks and mountain buckeye; the latter white with greatcone-like blossoms resembling in shape an ear of corn, andthe babbling stream lined witli huge trees, many of whichare covered with beautiful climbing vines. It did, indeed,seem that we had been rescued from a fiery furnace and landed in Natures para-dise. Our camp wagonwas anchored close be-side the stream, therip])ling, soothing monot-on\ of which soon tilledus plumb full ot tiredNatures sweet restorer,balmy sleep, which gaveus eight hours of suchundisturbed repose as isseldom experienced ex-cept in childhood. Resuming our climb up the canyon in the morning, wesoon reached Fort Tejon, one of
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