Californian trails, intimate guide to the old missions; the story of the California missions . h the cattle hides, thrown fromabove, used to catch and pile. Now, they are whitewith the bird-lime of countless roosting sea-gulls—other-wise not a sign of life. Three miles sharp inland and one reaches the sleepylittle town of Capistrano, thirty-five miles from SanLuis Rey. SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO It is an oppressively heavy, murky morning, the airso surcharged with electricity that the dullest of nervesfeels an answering tingle; while, over the sensitivelyresponsive creeps an apprehension of impending
Californian trails, intimate guide to the old missions; the story of the California missions . h the cattle hides, thrown fromabove, used to catch and pile. Now, they are whitewith the bird-lime of countless roosting sea-gulls—other-wise not a sign of life. Three miles sharp inland and one reaches the sleepylittle town of Capistrano, thirty-five miles from SanLuis Rey. SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO It is an oppressively heavy, murky morning, the airso surcharged with electricity that the dullest of nervesfeels an answering tingle; while, over the sensitivelyresponsive creeps an apprehension of impending evil,so real that not even the music of the saintly bells, nowcalling to early mass, is able to dispel it. It is the morning of December 8th, in the year 1812,the feast day of the Immaculate Conception, a holy dayof obligation, and there is not one man or woman withinsound of these ringing chimes, physically able to draghimself or herself to church, who is not in church. Soonthey are kneeling oix the bare tiled floor, of necessity,for only the musicians and singers, now somewhat noisily. ^Ms^^i^WCIk^w. .^iWf ??MUIHIII
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