The pioneers of '49 A history of the excursion of the Society of California pioneers of New England . charmed with the great beauty of its environment, the exquisitecoloring of the far-off mountains that fringe its western shore, and rise, mellowed by distanceinto softest tints, from its cool, iridescent depths. We were impressed by the massive gran-deur of the nearer snow-capped range that stretches from the northern to the southern horizon,and shelters the fertile valley from the blasts of winter and the heat of summer,— with green,inviting canons seaming its sides, and leading upwards throu
The pioneers of '49 A history of the excursion of the Society of California pioneers of New England . charmed with the great beauty of its environment, the exquisitecoloring of the far-off mountains that fringe its western shore, and rise, mellowed by distanceinto softest tints, from its cool, iridescent depths. We were impressed by the massive gran-deur of the nearer snow-capped range that stretches from the northern to the southern horizon,and shelters the fertile valley from the blasts of winter and the heat of summer,— with green,inviting canons seaming its sides, and leading upwards through the mighty hills to a fairy-landof eternal verdure, rushing streams and waterfalls, and cool, shady groves. Our return was a brief but interesting ride, through a beautiful country covered witli theverdure and bloom of spring. We saw many cattle, horses, and sheep, sleek thrifty animals, 218 FIOKEERS OF 49. apparently appreciating the long range of rich pasture granted them. Two cowboys, with longwliips and coiled lassoes, were guiding a drove of wild horses from the jilains on their way to. the railroad station for shipment. The fine herds of cattle raised their heads at the noisyapproach of the cavalcade, looked for a moment, and continued grazing. On our right, plainly ABTICLES OF FAITH. 219 seen from our observation cars, were the tall peaks of the mountains. A soft fog from thelake had gently stolen around the loftier crests, whose rugged pinnacles seemed like sharpcones piercing the sky. The sun was setting, and a faint rainbow was thrown upon the fog:clouds which wrapped the cliffs, suggesting the thought of Jacobs ladder seen among themountains of Holy Writ. That evening we looked about the city, and were impressed with the general quiet and theabsence of women from the streets and public buildings. The dry goods stores all close beforedark. One merchant was just locking his door when Mrs. I5all and I got there, intending tomake a few purchases. He went in, however
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