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diff --git a/old/13298.txt b/old/13298.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..912de69 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/13298.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9870 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The California Birthday Book, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The California Birthday Book + +Author: Various + +Release Date: August 27, 2004 [EBook #13298] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK *** + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + +THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK + +Prose and Poetical Selections from +the Writings of Living California Authors +with a Brief Biographical Sketch of each + + +Edited and Arranged, with an Introduction, by + +GEORGE WHARTON JAMES + + +Arroyo Guild Press +Los Angeles, California + +1909 + + +To the dearest and best +Literary Partner +man ever had: + +MY WIFE + +whose critical discernment and fine judgment +have materially aided in making the +selections for this book. + + +CALIFORNIA--GOD'S COUNTRY. + +California--land of the brightest dreams of our childhood; of the +passionate longings of our youth; of the most splendid triumphs of our +manhood. California--land of golden thoughts, of golden hills, of +golden mines, and of golden deeds. + + + + +INTRODUCTORY + + +This book, as its title-page states, is made up of selections from the +writings of California authors. Most of the selections refer to +California--her scenic glories, mountains, valleys, skies, canyons, +Yosemites, islands, foothills, plains, deserts, shoreline; her +climatic charms, her flora and fauna, her varied population, her +marvellous progress, her wonderful achievements, her diverse +industries. Told by different authors, in both prose and poetry, the +book is a unique presentation both of California and California +writers. The Appendix gives further information (often asked for in +vain) about the authors themselves and their work. It is the hope of +the compiler that the taste given in these selections may lead many +Californians to take a greater interest in the writings of their +fellow citizens, and no interest pleases an author more than the +purchase, commendation, and distribution of his book. + +If this unpretentious book gives satisfaction to the lovers of +California, both in and out of the State, the compiler will reap his +highest reward. If any suitable author has been left out the omission +was inadvertent, and will gladly be remedied in future editions. + +GEORGE WHARTON JAMES. +1098 North Raymond Avenue +Pasadena, California. +October, 1909. + + + + +THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK + + +CALIFORNIA. + + Hearken, how many years + I sat alone, I sat alone and heard + Only the silence stirred + By wind and leaf, by clash of grassy spears, + And singing bird that called to singing bird. + Heard but the savage tongue + Of my brown savage children, that among + The hills and valleys chased the buck and doe, + And round the wigwam fires + Chanted wild songs of their wild savage sires, + And danced their wild, weird dances to and fro, + And wrought their beaded robes of buffalo. + Day following upon day, + Saw but the panther crouched upon the limb, + Smooth serpents, swift and slim, + Slip through the reeds and grasses, and the bear + Crush through his tangled lair + Of chaparral, upon the startled prey! + Listen, how I have seen + Flash of strange fires in gorge and black ravine; + Heard the sharp clang of steel, that came to drain + The mountain's golden vein + And laughed and sang, and sang and laughed again, + Because that "Now," I said, "I shall be known! + I shall not sit alone, + But shall reach my hands into my sister lands! + And they? Will they not turn + Old, wondering dim eyes to me and yearn-- + Aye, they will yearn, in sooth, + To my glad beauty, and my glad, fresh youth." + +INA D. COOLBRITH, +in _Songs from the Golden Gate._ + + + +LET US MAKE EACH DAY OUR BIRTHDAY. + +WRITTEN ESPECIALLY FOR THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK. + + Let us make each day our birthday, + As with each new dawn we rise, + To the glory and the gladness + Of God's calm, o'erbending skies; + To the soul-uplifting anthems + Of Creation's swelling strains, + Chanted by the towering mountains, + Surging sea, and sweeping plains. + + Let us make each day our birthday-- + Every morning life is new, + With the splendors of the sunrise, + And the baptism of the dew; + With the glisten of the woodlands, + And the radiance of the flowers, + And the birds' exultant matins, + In the young day's wakening hours. + + Let us make each day our birthday, + To a newer, holier life, + Rousing to some high endeavor, + Arming for a nobler strife, + Toiling upward, looking Godward, + Lest our poor lives be as discords, + In Heaven's symphony of love. + +S.A.R., +_College Notre Dame, San Jose, Cal._ + + + +JANUARY 1. + + +A NEW YEAR'S WISH. + + May each day bring thee something + Fair to hold in memory-- + Some true light to shine + Upon thee in the after days. + May each night bring thee peace, + As when the dove broods o'er + The young she loves; may day + And night the circle of + A rich experience weave + About thy life, and make + It rich with knowledge, but radiant + With Love, whose blossoms shall be + Tender deeds. + +HELEN VAN ANDERSON GORDON. + + + +JANUARY 2. + + +THE MIRAGE ON THE CALIFORNIA DESERT. + +To the south the eye rests upon a vast lake, which can be seen ten or +twelve miles distant from the slopes of the mountains, and when I +first saw it, its beauty was entrancing. Away to the south, on its +borders, were hills of purple, each reflected as clearly as though +photographed, and still beyond rose the caps and summits of other +peaks and mountains rising from this inland sea, whose waters were +of turquoise; yet, as we moved down the slope, the lake was always +stealing on before. It was of the things dreams are made of, that has +driven men mad and to despair, its bed a level floor of alkali and +clay, covered with a dry, impalpable dust that the slightest wind +tossed and whirled in air. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, +in _Life in the Open._ + + + +JANUARY 3. + + + When the green waves come dashing, + With thunderous lashing, + Against the bold cliffs that defend the scarred earth, + He wheels through the roaring, + Where foam-flakes are pouring, + And flaps his broad wings in a transport of mirth. + +JOSIAH KEEP, +in _The Song of the Sea-Bird_, in _Shells and Sea-Life._ + + + +JANUARY 4. + + +A long jagged peninsula, where barren heights and cactus-clad mesas +glow in the biting rays of an unobscured sun, where water holes are +accorded locations on the maps, and where, under the fluttering shade +of fluted palm boughs, life becomes a siesta dream. A land great in +its past and lean in its present. A land where the rattlesnake and +the sidewinder, the tarantula and the scorpion multiply, and where +sickness is unknown and fivescore years no uncommon span of life. A +land of strange contradictions! A peninsula which to the Spanish +_conquistadores_ was an island glistening in the azure web of +romance; a land for which the padres gave their lives in fanatic +devotion to the Cross; a land rich in history, when the timbers of the +_Mayflower_ were yet trees in the forest. Lower California, once +sought and guarded for her ores and her jewels, now a veritable terra +incognita, slumbering, unnoticed, at the feet of her courted child, +the great State of California. Lower California, her romance nigh +forgotten, her possibilities overlooked by enterprise and by the +statesmen of the two republics. + +ARTHUR W. NORTH, +in _The Mother of California._ + + + +JANUARY 5. + + + Above me rise the snowy peaks + Where golden sunbeams gleam and quiver, + And far below, toward Golden Gate, + O'er golden sand flows Yuba River. + Through crystal air the mountain mist + Floats far beyond yon distant eagle, + And swift o'er crag and hill and vale + Steps morning, purple-robed and regal. + +CLARENCE URMY, +in _A Vintage of Verse._ + + + +JANUARY 6. + + +With the assistance of Indians and swinging a good axe himself, the +worthy padre cut down a number of trees, and, having carried the logs +to the Gulf Coast, he there constructed from them a small vessel which +was solemnly christened _El Triumfo de la Cruz_. + +Let Ugarte be remembered not only as a man of fine physique, the +first ship-builder in the Californias, but as an ardent Christian, +a wise old diplomat and a fearless explorer. He stands forth bold, +shrewd and aggressive, one of the most heroic figures in early +California history. * * * + +At the same time that Ugarte was exploring the Gulf of California, +Captain George Shevlock of England was cruising about California +waters engaged in a little privateering enterprise. On his return +to England, Shevlock set forth on the charts that California was +an island. This assertion was not surprising, for at this time a +controversy was raging between certain of the Episcopal authorities +on the Spanish Main as to which bishopric _las Islas Californias_ +belonged! Guadalajara was finally awarded the "island." + +ARTHUR W. NORTH, +in _The Mother of California._ + + + +JANUARY 7. + + +CALIFORNIA. + + A sleeping beauty, hammock-swung, + Beside the sunset sea, + And dowered with riches, wheat, and oil, + Vineyard and orange tree; + Her hand, her heart to that fair prince + Whose genius shall unfold + With rarest art her treasured tales + Of life and love and gold. + +CLARENCE URMY, +in _A Vintage of Verse._ + + + +JANUARY 8. + + +BACK TO CALIFORNIA. + +To the Californian born, California is the only place to live. Why do +men so love their native soil? It is perhaps a phase of the human love +for the mother. For we are compact of the soil. Out of the crumbling +granite eroded from the ribs of California's Sierras by California's +mountain streams--out of the earth washed into California's great +valleys by her mighty rivers--out of this the sons of California are +made, brain, and muscle, and bone. Why then should they not love their +mother, even as the mountaineers of Montenegro, of Switzerland, of +Savoy, love their mountain birthplace? Why should not exiled +Californians yearn to return? And we sons of California always do +return; we are always brought back by the potent charm of our native +land--back to the soil which gave us birth--and at the last back to +Earth, the great mother, from whom we sprung, and on whose bosom we +repose our tired bodies when our work is done. + +JEROME A. HART, +in _Argonaut Letters._ + + + +JANUARY 9. + + +GIVE ME CALIFORNY. + + Blizzard back in York state + Sings its frosty tune, + Here the sun a-shinin', + Air as warm as June. + Snow in Pennsylvany, + Zero times down East, + Here the flowers bloomin', + A feller's eyes to feast. + + * * * * * + + Its every one his own way, + The place he'd like to be, + But give me Californy-- + It's good enough for me. + +JOHN S. MCGROARTY, +in _Just California._ + + + +JANUARY 10. + + +If Mother Nature is indeed as we see her here, broad-browed and +broad-bosomed, strong and calm--calm because strong--swaying her +vain brats by unruffled love, not by fear; by wise giving, not by +privation; by caresses and gentle precepts, not by cuffs and scoldings +and hysterics--why, then she shall better justify our memories and the +name we have given her. It is well that our New England mothers had +a different climate in their hearts from that which beat at their +windows. I know one Yankee boy who never could quite understand that +his mother had gone _home_ till he came to know the skies of +California. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS, +in _The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, +June_, 1902. + + + +JANUARY 11. + + +California, the orchid in the garden of the states, the warm +motherland of genius, the land of enchantment, the land of romance, +the land of magic; California, the beautiful courtezan land, whose +ravishing form the enamored gods had strewed with scarlet roses and +white lilies, and buried deep in her bosom rich treasure; California +began the twentieth century with another tale, fantastic, incredible. +* * * + +Until the oil was discovered the land had been worth from one to four +dollars an acre, but now offers were made for it from five hundred to +as many thousands. + +MRS. FREMONT OLDER, +in _The Giants._ + + + +JANUARY 12. + + +A CALIFORNIAN TO HIS OLD HOME. + + I oft feel sad and lone and cold + Here in the Golden West, + When I recall the times of old, + And fond hearts laid to rest; + The gladsome village crowd at e'en, + The stars a-peeping down, + And all the meadows robed in green + Around Claremorris Town. + + * * * * * + + This is, in truth, a lovely sphere, + A heaven-favored clime, + Here Nature smiles the whole long year, + 'Tis summer all the time, + With spreading palms and pine trees tall + And grape-vines drooping down-- + But gladly would I give them all + For you, Claremorris Town. + +LAURENCE BRANNICK. + + + +JANUARY 13. + + +The establishment of the Mission of Santa Catarina marks the close of +what may well be termed the third period of Lower California history. +It is a period remarkable for progress rather than for individual +actors. The great Junipero Serra passes quickly across the stage, +figuring as a man of physical endurance and a diplomat--not as an +explorer or a founder of many missions. His most historic act on the +Peninsula was performed when he drew a line of division between the +territory of the Dominicans and the Franciscans. He is a link between +the two Californias. + +ARTHUR W. NORTH, +in _The Mother of California._ + + + +JANUARY 14. + + +TO THE U.S. CRUISER CALIFORNIA. + + Godspeed our namesake cruiser, + Godspeed till the echoes cease + 'Fore all may the nation choose her + To speak her will for peace. + That she in the hour of battle + Her western fangs may show. + That from her broadsides' rattle + A listening world may know-- + She's more than a fighting vessel, + More than mere moving steel, + More than a hull to wrestle + With the currents at her keel; + That she bodies a living-spirit. + The spirit of a state, + A people's strength and merit, + Their hope, their love, their fate. + +HAROLD S. SYMMES. + + + +JANUARY 15. + + +CALIFORNIA AND ITALY. + +More and more it becomes apparent to me that the Climate of California +spoils one for any other in the world. If Californians ever doubt that +their winter weather is the finest in the world, let them try that of +sunny Italy. If they have ever grumbled at their gentle rains, brought +on the wings of mild winds from the south, let them try the raw rain, +hail, snow, and sleet storms of sunny Italy. And then forever after +let them hold their peace. + +JEROME A. HART, +in _Argonaut Letters._ + + + +JANUARY 16. + + + I see thee in this Hellas of the West, + Thy youngest, fairest child, upon whose crest + Thy white snows gleam, and at whose dimpled feet + The blue sea breaks, while on her heaving breast + The flowers droop and languish for her smile, + Thy grace is mirrored in her youthful form, + She lifts her forehead to the battling storm, + As proud, as fair as thou. + + * * * * * + + Like thee, she opens wide her snowy arms, + And folds the Nations on her mother-breast. + The brawny Sons of Earth have made their home + Where her wide Ocean casts its ceaseless foam, + Where lifts her white Sierras' orient peak + The wild exultant love of all that makes + The nobler life; the energy that shakes the Earth + And gives new eons birth. + +S.A.S.H. of College of Notre Dame, San Jose, +in _Hellas._ + + + +JANUARY 17. + + +THE RETURN TO CALIFORNIA. + + Across the desert waste we sped; + The cactus gloomed on either hand, + Wild, weird, grotesque each frowning head + Uprearing from the sand. + + Through dull, gray dawn and blazing noon, + Like furnace fire the quivering air, + Till darkness fell, and the young moon + Smiled forth serene and fair. + + A single star adown the sky + Shone like a jewel, clear and bright; + We heard the far coyote's cry + Pierce through the silent night. + + Then morning--bathed in purple sheen; + Beyond--the grand, eternal hills; + With sunny, emerald vales between, + Crossed by a thousand rills. + + Sweet groves, green pastures; buzz of bee + And scent of flower; a dash of foam + On rugged cliffs; the blessed sea, + And then--the lights of home! + +MARY E. MANNIX. + + + +JANUARY 18. + + +Around the Southern Californian home of the loving twain the roses are +in perpetual bloom. The vines are laden with clustered grapes, the +peach and the apricot trees bend under their loads of luscious fruit, +the milch cows yield their creamy milk, the honey-bees laying in their +stores of sweet spoil, the balmy air breathes fragrance, the drowsy +hum of life is the music of peace. + +EDMUND MITCHELL, +in _Only a Nigger._ + + + +JANUARY 19. + + +CALIFORNIA SONG. + +DEDICATED TO GEORGE WHARTON JAMES. + + Proud are we to own us thine, + Land of Song and Land of Story, + All thy glory + Round our heart-hopes we entwine, + In our souls thy fame enshrine, + California! + + Dear to us thy mystic name, + Leal-land; Love-land; Land of Might, + We would write + On the walls of Years thy fame, + With thy love a world inflame, + California! + + Dear to us thy maiden grace, + Dear thy queenly Motherhood, + Fain we would + Keep the sun-smiles on thy face, + Worthy live of thy strong Race, + California! + + Land of Beauty! Blossom-land! + Land of Heroes, Saints and Sages, + Let the Ages + Witness all thou canst command + From each loyal heart and hand, + California! + +S.A.S.H. + + + +JANUARY 20. + + +I always appreciate things as I go along, for no knowing whether +you'll ever go the same way twice in this world. + +ALBERTA LAWRENCE, +in _The Travels of Phoebe Ann._ + + + +JANUARY 21. + + +MOUNT TAMALPAIS. + + Home of the elements--where battling bands + Of clouds and winds the rocks defy-- + Mute yet great, old Tamalpais stands + Outlined against the rosy sky. + His darkened form uprising there commands + The country round, and every eye + From lesser hills he strangely seems to draw + With lifted glance that speaks of wonder and of awe. + It is the awe that makes us reverence show + To men of might who proudly tower + Above their fellow-men; the glance that we bestow + On one whose native force and power + Have lifted him above the race below-- + The pigmy mortals of an hour-- + We almost bend the knee and bow the head + To the mighty force that marks his kingly tread. + +MRS. PHILIP VERRILL MICHELS, +in _Readings from the California Poets._ + + + +JANUARY 22. + + +Broadly speaking, California is the only _elective_ State. Its +people are not here because their mothers happened to be here at the +time; not as refugees; not as ne'er-do-wells, drifting to do no +better; not even, in bulk, as joining the scrimmage for more money. +They have come by deliberate choice, and a larger proportion of them, +and more single-heartedly, for home's sake than in any other as large +migration on record. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS, +in _The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, +August_, 1902. + + + +JANUARY 23. + + + Is there any kind of climate, + Any scene for painter's eye, + The Almighty hath not crowded + 'Neath our California sky? + Is there any fruit or flower, + Any gem or jewel old, + Any wonder of creation + This Garden doth not hold-- + From the tiny midget blossom + To the grand Sequoia high, + With its roots in God's own country + And its top in God's own sky? + +FRED EMERSON BROOKS, +in _Old Abe and Other Poems._ + + + +JANUARY 24. + + +A MENDOCINO MEMORY. + + I climbed the canyon to a river-head, + And looking backward saw a splendor spread. + Miles beyond miles, of every kingly hue + And trembling tint the looms of Arras knew-- + A flowery pomp as of the dying day, + A splendor where a god might take his way. + + * * * * * + + It was the brink of night and everywhere + Tall redwoods spread their filmy tops in air; + Huge trunks, like shadows upon shadow cast, + Pillared the under twilight, vague and vast. + + * * * * * + + Lightly I broke green branches for a bed, + And gathered ferns, a pillow for my head. + And what to this were kingly chambers worth-- + Sleeping, an ant, upon the sheltering earth. + +EDWIN MARKHAM, +in _Lincoln and Other Poems._ + + + +JANUARY 25. + + +CALIFORNIA. + + Queen of the Coast, she stands here emerald-crowned, + Waiting her ships that sail in from the sea, + Fairer than all the western world to me, + Is this young Goddess whom the years have found + Ocean and land, with riches rare and sweet. + Loyally bring their treasures to her feet; + In her brave arms she holds with proud content + The varied plenty of a continent; + In her fair face, and in her dreaming eyes, + Shines the bright promise of her destinies; + Winds kiss her cheek, and fret the restless tides, + She in their truth with faith divine confides, + Watching the course of empire's brilliant fate, + She looks serenely through the Golden Gate. + +ANNA MORRISON REED. + + + +JANUARY 26. + + +Here was our first (and still largest) national romance, the first +wild-flower of mystery, the first fierce passion of an uncommonly +hard-fisted youth. To this day it persists the only glamour between +the covers of our geography. For more than fifty years its only name +has been a witchcraft, and its spell is stronger now than ever, as +shall be coolly demonstrated. This has meant something in the +psychology of so unfanciful a race. The flowering of imagination is no +trivial incident, whether in one farm boy's life or in a people's. It +may be outgrown, and so much as forgotten; but it shall never again be +as if it had never been. Without just that flower we should not have +just this fruit. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS, +in _Out West, June_, 1892. + + + +JANUARY 27. + + +As time goes on its endless course, environment is sure to crystallize +the American nation. Its varying elements will become unified and the +weeding out process will probably leave the finest human product ever +known. The color, the perfume, the size and form that are placed in +the plants will have their analogies in the composite, the American of +the future. + +And now what will hasten this development most of all? The proper +rearing of children. Don't feed children on maudlin sentimentalism or +dogmatic religion; give them nature. Let their souls drink in all that +is pure and sweet. Rear them, if possible, amid pleasant surroundings. +If they come into the world with souls groping in darkness, let them +see and feel the light. Don't terrify them in early life with the fear +of an after world. There never was a child that was made more noble +and good by the fear of a hell. Let nature teach them the lessons of +good and proper living. Those children will grow to be the best of men +and women. Put the best in them in contact with the best outside. They +will absorb it as a plant does sunshine and the dew. + +LUTHER BURBANK. + + + +JANUARY 28. + + +Let us embark freely upon the ocean of truth; listen to every word of +God-like genius as to a whisper of the Holy Ghost, with the conviction +that beauty, truth and love are always divine, and that the real Bible, +whose inspiration can never be questioned, comprises all noble and true +words spoken and written by man in all ages. + +WILLIAM DAY SIMONDS, +in _Freedom and Fraternity._ + + + +JANUARY 29. + + +Westward the Star of Empire! Come West, young men! Westward ho! to all +of you who want an opportunity to do something and to be something. +Here is the place in the great Southwest, in the great Northwest, in +all the great West, where you can find an opportunity ready to your +hand. We are only 3,000,000 now. There is room here for 30,000,000. +Where each one of us is now finding an opportunity to do something and +be something there is plenty of room for ten more of you to come and +join us. + +G.W. BURTON, +in _Burton's Book on California._ + + + +JANUARY 30. + + +IN CALIFORNIA'S MOUNTAINS. + + 'Mid the far, fair hills, beneath the pines + With their carpet of needles, soft and brown. + Dwells the precious scent of rare old wines. + Where the sun's distilling rays pour down: + Away from the city, mile on mile, + Far up in the hills where life's worth while. + + There the rivulet in gladness leaps + Down a fronded valley, sweet and cool, + Or pausing a little moment sleeps + In a mossy, rock-bound, limpid pool: + Away from the city, mile on mile, + Far up in the hills where life's worth while. + + The wild bird carols its sweetest lay, + And the world seems golden with love's good cheer; + There is never a care to cloud the day, + And Heaven, itself, seems, oh, so near! + Away from the city, mile on mile. + Far up in the hills where life's worth while. + +WILLIS GEORGE EMERSON. + + + +JANUARY 31. + + +OUT HERE IN CALIFORNIA. + + Out here in California, when Winter's on the scene + And the earth is like a maiden clad in shimmering robes of green; + When the mountains 'way off yonder lift their snowy peaks to God, + While here the dainty flowers raise their faces from the sod; + When the sunbeams kiss the waters till they laugh beneath the rays, + And nature seems a-joining in a matchless hymn of praise; + When there's just enough of frostiness a sense of life to give, + Right here in California it's a comfort just to live. + + Out here in California in the January days + The soul of nature seems to sing a jubilee of praise, + And the songbirds whistle clearer, and the blossoms are more fair, + And someway joy and blessing seem about us in the air. + It's cold perhaps off yonder, but we never feel it here, + For the seasons run together through a Summer-haunted year, + And Dame Nature in her bounty leaves us nothing to forgive + Right here in California, where it's comfort just to live. + + Out here in California where the orange turns to gold + And Nature has forgotten all the art of growing old, + There's not a day throughout the year when flowers do not grow; + There's not a single hour the streams do not unfettered flow; + There's not a briefest moment when the songsters do not sing, + And life's a sort of constant race 'twixt Summer and the Spring. + Why, just to know the joy of it one might his best years give-- + Out here in California, where it's comfort just to live. + +A.J. WATERHOUSE. + + + +FEBRUARY 1. + + + Night-time in California. Elsewhere men only guess + At the glory of the evenings that are perfect--nothing less; + But here the nights, returning, are the wond'rous gifts of God-- + As if the days were maidens fair with golden slippers shod. + There is no cloud to hide the sky; the universe is ours, + And the starlight likes to look and laugh in Cupid-haunted bowers. + Oh the restful, peaceful evenings! In them my soul delights, + For God loved California when He gave to her her nights. + +ALFRED JAMES WATERHOUSE, +in _Some Homely Little Songs._ + + + +FEBRUARY 2. + + +There it lay, a constellation of lights, a golden radiance dimmed by +the distance. San Francisco the Impossible. The City of Miracles! Of +it and its people many stories have been told, and many shall be; but +a thousand tales shall not exhaust its treasury of romance. Earthquake +and fire shall not change it, terror and suffering shall not break its +glad, mad spirit. Time alone can tame the town, restrain its wanton +manners, refine its terrible beauty, rob it of its nameless charm, +subdue it to the commonplace. May time be merciful--may it delay its +fatal duty till we have learned that to love, to forgive, to enjoy, is +but to understand! + +GELETT BURGESS, +in _The Heart Line._ + + + +FEBRUARY 3. + + +INCONSTANCY. + + The bold West Wind loved a crimson Rose. + West winds do. + This dainty secret he never had told. + He thought she knew. + But there were poppies to be caressed-- + When he returned from his fickle quest, + He found _his_ Rose on another's breast. + Alas! Untrue! + +IDA MANSFIELD-WILSON. + + + +FEBRUARY 4. + + +THE FIRST FLAG RAISING IN CALIFORNIA. + +In February, 1829 the ship Brookline of Boston arrived at San Diego. +The mate, James P. Arthur, was left at Point Loma, with a small party +to cure hides, while the vessel went up the coast. To attract passing +ships Arthur and one of his men, Greene, concluded to make and raise a +flag. This was done by using Greene's cotton shirt for the white and +Arthur's woolen shirts for the red and blue. With patient effort they +cut the stars and stripes with their knives, and sewed them together +with sail needles. A small tree lashed to their hut made a flag-pole. +A day or two later a schooner came in sight, and up went the flag. +This was on Point Loma, on the same spot, possibly, hallowed by the +graves of the seventy-five men who lost their lives in the Bennington +explosion, July 21, 1905. + +MAJOR W.J. HANDY. + + + +FEBRUARY 5. + + + Live for to-day--nor pause to fear + Of what To-morrow's sun may bring! + To-day has hours of hope and cheer. + To-day your songs of joy should ring. + The Yesterdays are dead and gone + Adown the long, uneven way; + But Hope is smiling with the dawn-- + Live for To-day! + + * * * * * + + Live for To-day! He wins the crown + Whose work stands but the crucial test! + Who scales the heights through sneer and frown + And gives unto the world his best. + Bend to your task! The steep slopes climb, + And Love's true light will lead the way + To perfect peace in God's own time-- + Live for To-day! + +E.A. BRININSTOOL + + + +FEBRUARY 6. + + +It is a peculiar feature of our sailing that within a few hours we may +change our climate. Cool, windy, moist, in the lower bays; and hot, +calm, and quiet in the rivers, creeks, and sloughs. As you go to Napa, +for instance, the wind gradually lightens as the bay is left, the air +is balmier, and finally the yacht is left becalmed. We can, moreover, +in two hours run from salt into fresh water. In spring the water is +fresh down into Suisun Bay; and at Antioch, fresh water is the rule. +The yachts frequently sail up there so that the barnacles will be +killed by the fresh water. + +CHARLES G. YALE, +in _The Californian._ + + + +FEBRUARY 7. + + + Across San Pablo's heaving breast + I see the home-lights gleam, + As the sable garments of the night + Drop down on vale and stream. + + * * * * * + + Hard by, yon vessel from the seas + Her cargo homeward brings, + And soon, like sea-bird on her nest, + Will sleep with folded wings. + The fisher's boat swings in the bay, + From yonder point below, + While ours is drifting with the tide, + And rocking to and fro. + +LUCIUS HARWOOD FOOTE, +in _A Red-Letter Day._ + + + +FEBRUARY 8. + + +A few years ago this valley of San Gabriel was a long open stretch of +wavy slopes and low rolling hills; in winter robed in velvety green +and spangled with myriads of flowers all strange to Eastern eyes; in +summer brown with sun-dried grass, or silvery gray where the light +rippled over the wild oats. Here and there stood groves of huge +live-oaks, beneath whose broad, time-bowed heads thousands of cattle +stamped away the noons of summer. Around the old mission, whose bells +have rung o'er the valley for a century, a few houses were grouped; +but beyond this there was scarcely a sign of man's work except the +far-off speck of a herdsman looming in the mirage, or the white walls +of the old Spanish ranch-house glimmering afar through the hazy +sunshine in which the silent land lay always sleeping. + +T.S. VAN DYKE, +in _Southern California._ + + + +FEBRUARY 9. + + +The surroundings of Monterey could not well be more beautiful if they +had been gotten up to order. Hills, gently rising, the chain broken +here and there by a more abrupt peak, environ the city, crowned with +dark pines and the famous cypress of Monterey (_Cypressus macrocarpa_.) + Before us the bay lies calm and blue, and away across, can be seen +the town of Santa Cruz, an indistinct white gleam on the mountain side. + +JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD McCRACKIN, +in _Another Juanita._ + + +LOS ALTOS. + + The lark sends up a carol blithe, + Bloom-billows scent the breeze, + Green-robed the rolling foot-hills rise + And poppies paint the leas. + +HANNA OTIS BRUN. + + + +FEBRUARY 10. + + +SANTA BARBARA. + + A golden bay 'neath soft blue skies, + Where on a hillside creamy rise + The mission towers, whose patron saint + Is Barbara--with legend quaint. + +HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, +in __History of California._ + + +Dare to be free. Free to do the thing you crave to do and that craves +the doing. Free to live in that higher realm where none is fit to +criticise save one's self. Free to scorn ridicule, to face contempt, +to brave remorse. Free to give life to the one human soul that can +demand and grant such a boon--one's own self. + +MIRIAM MICHELSON, +in _Anthony Overman._ + + + +FEBRUARY 11. + + + In Carmel pines the summer wind + Sings like a distant sea. + O harps of green, your murmurs find + An echoing chord in me! + On Carmel shore the breakers moan + Like pines that breast the gale. + O whence, ye winds and billows, flown + To cry your wordless tale? + +GEORGE STERLING, +in _A Wine of Wizardry and Other Poems._ + + +OAKLAND--BERKELEY--ALAMEDA. + + O close-clasped towns across the bay, + Whose lights like gleaming jewels stray, + A ruby, golden, splendid way, + When day from earth has flown. + I watch you lighting night by night, + O twisted strands of jewels bright, + The altar-fires of home, alight-- + I who am all alone. + +GRACE HIBBARD, +in _Forget-me-nots from California._ + + + +FEBRUARY 12. + + + On the Berkeley Hills for miles away + I went a-roaming one winter's day, + And what do you think I saw, my dear? + A place where the sky came down to the hill, + And a big white cloud on the fresh green grass, + And bright red berries my basket to fill, + And mustard that grew in a golden mass-- + All on a winter's day, my dear! + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _Elfin Songs of Sunland._ + + + +FEBRUARY 13. + + +THE SUNSET GUN AT ANGEL ISLAND + + A touch of night on the hill-tops gray; + A dusky hush on the quivering Bay; + A calm moon mounting the silent East-- + White slave the day-god has released; + Small, scattered clouds + That seemed to wait + Like sheets of fire + O'er the Golden Gate. + And under Bonita, growing dim. + With a seeming pause on the ocean's rim, + Like a weary lab'rer, smiles the sun + To the booming crash of the sunset gun. + +LOWELL OTUS REESE. + + + +FEBRUARY 14. + + +MY VALENTINE. + + My valentine needs not this day + Of Cupid's undisputed sway + To have my loving heart disclose + The love for her that brightly glows; + For it is hers alway, alway. + Whate'er the fickle world may say, + There's nought within its fair array + That for a moment could depose + My valentine. + Where'er the paths of life may stray, + 'Mid valleys dark or gardens gay, + With holly wild or blushing rose, + Through summer's gleam or winter's snows, + Thou art, dear love, for aye and aye. + My valentine. + +CLIFFORD HOWARD. + + + +FEBRUARY 15. + + +JOAQUIN MILLER'S HOME ON THE HIGHTS. + + * * * * * + + Rugged! Rugged as Parnassus! + Rude, as all roads I have trod-- + Yet are steeps and stone-strewn passes + Smooth o'erhead, and nearest God. + Here black thunders of my canyon + Shake its walls in Titan wars! + Here white sea-born clouds companion + With such peaks as know the stars. + + * * * * * + + Steep below me lies the valley, + Deep below me lies the town, + Where great sea-ships ride and rally, + And the world walks up and down. + O, the sea of lights far streaming + When the thousand flags are furled-- + When the gleaming bay lies dreaming + As it duplicates the world. + + * * * * * + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + + +FEBRUARY 16. + + +I have watched the ships sailing and steaming in through the Golden +Gate, and they seemed like doves of peace bringing messages of +good-will from all the world. In the still night, when the scream of +the engine's whistle would reach my ears, I would reflect upon the +fact that though dwelling in a city whose boundaries were almost at +the verge of our nation's great territory, yet we were linked to it by +bands of steel, and Plymouth Rock did not seem so far from Shag Rock, +nor Bedloe's Island from Alcatraz. + +LORENZO SOSSO, +in _Wisdom of the Wise._ + + + +FEBRUARY 17. + + +We believe that when future generations shall come to write our +history they will find that in this city of San Francisco we have been +true to our ideals; that we have struggled along as men who struggle, +not always unfalteringly, but at least always with a good heart; that +we have tried to do our duty by our town and by our country and by the +people who look to us for light, and that history will be able to say +of San Francisco that she has been true to her trust as the "Warder of +two continents"; that she has been the jewel set in the place where +the ends of the ring had met; that she is the mistress of the great +sea which spreads before us, and of the people who hunger for light, +for truth, and for civilization; that she stands for truth, a flaming +signal set upon the sentinel hills, calling all the nations to the +blessings of the freedom which we enjoy. + +FATHER P.C. YORKE, +in _The Warder of Two Continents._ + + + +FEBRUARY 18. + + +FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS, LOOKING TOWARDS SAN FRANCISCO BAY. + +From the mountain tops we see the valleys stretching out for leagues +below. The eye travels over the tilled fields and the blossoming +orchards, through the tall trees and along the verdant meadows that +are watered by the mountain streams. Beyond the valley rolls the +ocean, whereon we see the armored vessels, and the pleasure yachts, +and the merchant ships, laden with the grain of our golden shores, +sailing under every flag that floats the sea. + +LAURENCE BRANNICK. + + + +FEBRUARY 19. + + +THE POET'S SONG. + + I gather flowers on moss-paved woodland ways + I roam with poets dead in tranced amaze; + Soon must my wild-wood sheaf be cast away, + But in my heart the poet's song shall stay. + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _A Season's Sowing._ + + + +FEBRUARY 20. + + +Morning of fleet-arrive was splandid. By early hour of day all S.F. +persons has clustered therselves on tip of hills and suppression of +excitement was enjoyed. Considerable watching occurred. Barking of +dogs was strangled by collars, infant babies which desired to weep was +spanked for prevention of. Silences. Depressed banners was held in +American hands to get ready wave it. + +Many persons in Sabbath clothings was there, including 1,000 Japanese +spies which were very nice behaviour. I was nationally proud of them. + +Of suddenly, Oh!!! + +Through the Goldy Gate, what see? Maglificent sight of marine +insurance! Floating war-boats of dozens approaching directly straight +by line and shooting salutes at people. On come them Imperial Navy of +Hon. Roosevelt and Hon. Hobson; what heart could quit beating at it? +Such white paint--like bath tub enamel, only more respectful in +appearance. * * * + +From collected 1/2 million of persons on hills of S.F. one mad yell of +star-spangly joy. Fire-crack salute, siren whistle, honk-horn, +megaphone, extra edition, tenor solo--all connected together to give +impressions of loyal panderonium. + +WALLACE IRWIN, +in _Letters of a Japanese Schoolboy._ + + + +FEBRUARY 21. + + +CALIFORNIA TO THE FLEET. + + Behold, upon thy yellow sands, + I wait with laurels in my hands. + The Golden Gate swings wide and there + I stand with poppies in my hair. + Come in, O ships! These happy seas + Caressed the golden argosies + Of forty-nine. They felt the keel + Of dark Ayala's pinnace steal + Across the mellow gulf and pass + Unchallenged, under Alcatraz. + Not War we love, but Peace, and these + Are but the White Dove's argosies-- + The symbols of a mighty will + No tyrant hand may use for ill. + +DANIEL S. RICHARDSON, +in _Trail Dust._ + + + +FEBRUARY 22. + + +The splendors of a Sierra sunset cannot be accurately delineated by +pencil or brush. The combined pigments of a Hill and a Moran and a +Bierstadt cannot adequately reproduce so gorgeous a canvas. The +lingering sun floods all the west with flame; it touches with scarlet +tint the serrated outlines of the distant summits and hangs with +golden fringe each silvery cloud. Then the colors soften and turn into +amber and lilac and maroon. These soon assimilate and dissolve and +leave an ashes of rose haze on all far-away objects, when receding +twilight spreads its veil and shuts from view all but the mountain +outlines, the giant taxodiums and the fantastic fissures of the +canyons beneath. + +BEN C. TRUMAN, +in _Occidental Sketches._ + + + +FEBRUARY 23. + + +GOLDEN GATE PARK IN MIDWINTER. + + The dewdrops hang on the bending grass, + A dragon-fly cuts a sunbeam through. + The moaning cypress trees lift somber arms + Up to skies of cloudless blue. + A humming-bird sips from a golden cup, + In the hedge a hidden bird sings, + And a butterfly among the flowers + Tells me that the soul has wings. + +GRACE HIBBARD, +in _Wild Roses of California._ + + + +FEBRUARY 24. + + +Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will +flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their +own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will +drop off like autumn leaves. + +JOHN MUIR. + + +It was indeed a glorious morning. The bay, a molten blaze of many +blended hues, bore upon its serene surface the flags of all nations, +above which brooded the white doves of peace. Crafts of every +conceivable description swung in the flame-lit fathoms that laved the +feet of the stately hills, then stepping out, one by one, from their +gossamer night robes to receive the first kiss of dawn. + +Grim Alcatraz, girdled with bristling armaments, scintillating in the +sun, suggested the presence of some monster leviathan, emerging from +the deep, still undivested of gems, from his submarine home. + +EUGENIA KELLOGG, +in _The Awakening of Poccalito._ + + + +FEBRUARY 25. + + +THE SIERRA NEVADAS + + They watch and guard the sleeping dells + Where ice born torrents flow-- + A myriad granite sentinels, + Helmed and cuirassed with snow. + + * * * * * + + Yon glacial torrent's deep, hoarse lute + Its upward music flings-- + The great, eternal crags stand mute, + And listen while it sings + O mighty range! Thy wounds and scars, + Thy weird, bewildering forms, + Attest thine everlasting wars-- + Thy heritage of storms + And still what peace! Serenity + On crag and deep abyss, + O, may such calmness fall on me + When Azrael stoops to kiss. + +GEORGE N. LOWE. + + + +FEBRUARY 26. + + +Tamalpais is a wooded mountain with ample slopes, and from it on the +north stretch away ridges of forest land, the out posts of the great +Northern woods of _Sequoia sempervirens_, This mountain and the +mountainous country to the south bring the forest closer to San +Francisco than to any other American city. Within the last few years +men have killed deer on the slopes of Tamalpais and looked down to see +the cable cars crawling up the hills of San Francisco to the south. In +the suburbs coyotes still stole in and robbed hen roosts by night. + +WILL IRWIN, +in _The City That Was._ + + + +FEBRUARY 27. + + +DAWN ON MOUNT TAMALPAIS. + + A cloudless heaven is bending o'er us, + The dawn is lighting the linn and lea; + Island and headland and bay before us, + And, dim in the distance, the heaving sea. + The Farallon light is faintly flashing, + The birds are wheeling in fitful flocks, + The coast-line brightens, the waves are dashing + And tossing their spray on the Lobos rocks. + The Heralds of Morn in the east are glowing + And boldly lifting the veil of night; + Whitney and Shasta are bravely showing + Their crowns of snow in the morning light. + The town is stirring with faint commotion, + In all its highways it throbs and thrills; + We greet you! Queen of the Western Ocean, + As you wake to life on your hundred hills. + The forts salute, and the flags are streaming + From ships at anchor in cove and strait; + O'er the mountain tops, in splendor beaming, + The sun looks down on the Golden Gate. + +LUCIUS HARWOOD FOOTE. + + + +FEBRUARY 28. + + +ENOUGH. + + When my calm majestic mountains are piled white and high + Against the perfect rose-tints of a living sunrise sky, + I can resign the dearest wish without a single sigh, + And let the whole world's restlessness pass all unheeded by. + +MARY RUSSELL MILLS. + + + +FEBRUARY 29. + + +MARSHALL SAUNDERS ON SAN FRANCISCO. + +How we all love a city that we have once contemplated making our home! +Such a city to me is San Francisco, and but for unavoidable duties +elsewhere, I would be there today. I loved that bright, beautiful +city, and even the mention of its name sends my blood bounding more +quickly through my veins. That might have been _my_ city, and I +therefore rejoice in its prosperity. I am distressed when calamity +overtakes it--I never lose faith in its ultimate success. The heart of +the city is sound. It has always been sound, even in the early days +when a ring of corrupt adventurers would have salted the city of the +blessed herb with an unsavory reputation, but for the care of staunch +and courageous protectors at the heart of it. + +San Francisco is not the back door of the continent. San Francisco is +the front door. Every ship sailing out of its magnificent bay to the +Orient, proclaims this fact. San Francisco will one day lead the +continent. A city that cares for its poor and helpless, its children +and dumb animals, that encourages art and learning, and never wearies +in its prosecution of evil-doers--that city will eventually emerge +triumphant from every cloud of evil report. Long live the dear city by +the Golden Gate! + +MARSHALL SAUNDERS, _July_, 1909. + + +"Senor Barrow, I congratulate you," Morale said, in his native tongue. +"A woman who cannot be won away by passion or by chance, is a woman of +gold." + +GERTRUDE B. MILLARD, +in _On the Ciudad Road, The Newsletter, Jan._, 1899. + + +AT THE PRESIDIO OF SAN FRANCISCO. + + The rose and honey-suckle here entwine + In lovely comradeship their am'rous arms; + Here grasses spread their undecaying charms. + And every wall is eloquent with vine; + Far-reaching avenues make beckoning sign, + And as we stroll along their tree-lined way, + The songster trills his rapture-breathing lay + From where he finds inviolable shrine. + And yet, within this beauty-haunted place + War keeps his dreadful engines at command. + With scarce a smile upon his frowning face, + And ever ready, unrelaxing hand ... + We start to see, when dreaming in these bowers, + A tiger sleeping on a bed of flowers. + +EDWARD ROBESON TAYLOR, +in _Moods and Other Verse._ + + + +MARCH 1. + + +THE CITY'S VOICE. + + A mighty undertone of mingled sound; + The cadent tumult rising from a throng + Of urban workers, blending in a song + Of greater life that makes the pulses bound. + The whirr of turning wheels, the hammers' ring + The noise of traffic and the tread of men, + The viol's sigh, the scratching of a pen-- + All to a vibrant Whole their echoes fling. + Hark to the City's voice; it tells a tale + Of triumphs and defeats, of joy and woe, + The lover's tryst, the challenge of a foe, + A dying gasp, a new-born infant's wail. + The pulse-beats of a million hearts combined, + Reverberating in a rhythmic thrill-- + A vital message that is never still-- + A sweeping, cosmic chorus, unconfined. + +LOUIS J. STELLMANN, +in _San Francisco Town Talk, December_ 6, 1902. + + + +MARCH 2. + + +From his windows on Russian Hill one saw always something strange and +suggestive creeping through the mists of the bay. It would be a South +Sea Island brig, bringing in copra, to take out cottons and idols; a +Chinese junk after sharks' livers; an old whaler, which seemed to drip +oil, home from a year of cruising in the Arctic. Even the tramp +windjammers were deep-chested craft, capable of rounding the Horn or +of circumnavigating the globe; and they came in streaked and +picturesque from their long voyaging. + +WILL IRWIN, +in _The City That Was._ + + + +MARCH 3. + + +WILD HONEY. + +The swarms that escape from their careless owners have a weary, +perplexing time of it in seeking suitable homes. Most of them make +their way to the foot-hills of the mountains, or to the trees that +line the banks of the rivers, where some hollow log or trunk may be +found. A friend of mine, while out hunting on the San Joaquin, came +upon an old coon trap, hidden among some tall grass, near the edge of +the river, upon which he sat down to rest. Shortly afterward his +attention was attracted to a crowd of angry bees that were flying +excitedly about his head, when he discovered that he was sitting upon +their hive, which was found to contain more than 200 pounds of honey. + +JOHN MUIR, +in _The Mountains of California._ + + + +MARCH 4. + + +PHOSPHORESCENT SEA WAVES, BALBOA BEACH, CAL. + + Responsive to my oar and hand, + Touching to glory sea and sand. + A glint, a sparkle, a flash, a flame, + An ecstasy above all name. + What art thou, strange, mysterious flame? + Art thou some flash of central fire, + So pure and strong thou wilt not expire + Tho' plunged in ocean's seething main? + Mayest thou not be that sacred flame, + Creative, moulding, purging fire. + Aspiring, abandoning all desire + Shaping perfection from Life's pain? + +MARY RUSSELL MILLS, +in _Fellowship Magazine._ + + + +MARCH 5. + + +THE JOY OF THE HILLS. + + I ride on the mountain tops, I ride; + I have found my life and am satisfied. + + * * * * * + + I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget + Life's hoard of regret-- + All the terror and pain + Of the chafing chain. + Grind on, O cities, grind; + I leave you a blur behind. + + I am lifted elate--the skies expand; + Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. + Let them weary and work in their narrow walls; + I ride with the voices of waterfalls! + + I swing on as one in a dream; I swing + Down the airy hollows, I shout, I sing! + The world is gone like an empty word; + My body's a bough in the wind, my heart a bird. + +EDWIN MARKHAM, +in _The Man with a Hoe, and Other Poems._ + + + +MARCH 6. + + +We move about these streets of San Francisco in cars propelled by +electric energy created away yonder on the Tuolumne River in the +foothills of the Sierras; we sit at home and read by a light furnished +from the same distant source. How splendid it all is--the swiftly +flowing cascades of the Sierra Nevadas are being harnessed like +beautiful white horses, tireless and ageless, to draw the chariots +of industry around this Bay. + +CHARLES REYNOLDS BROWN. + + + +MARCH 7. + + +BACK, BACK TO NATURE. + + Weary! I am weary of the madness of the town, + Deathly weary of all women, and all wine. + Back, back to Nature! I will go and lay me down, + Bleeding lay me down before her shrine. + For the mother-breast the hungry babe must call, + Loudly to the shore cries the surf upon the sea; + Hear, Nature wide and deep! after man's mad festival + How bitterly my soul cries out for thee! + +HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, +in _Of Both Worlds._ + + + +MARCH 8. + + +Across the valley was another mountain, dark and grand, with flecks of +black growing _chemisai_ in clefts and crevices, and sunny slopes +and green fields lying at its base. And oh, the charm of these +mountains. In the valley there might be fog and the chill of the +north, but on the mountains lay the warmth and the dreaminess of the +south. + +JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD McCRACKIN, +in _Overland Tales._ + + +The furious wind that came driving down the canyon lying far below him +was the breath of the approaching multitude of storm-demons. The giant +trees on the slopes of the canyon seemed to brace themselves against +the impending assault. * * * + +At the bottom of the canyon, the Sacramento River here a turbulent +mountain stream, and now a roaring torrent from the earlier rains of +the season, fumed and foamed as it raced with the wind down the canyon +hurrying on its way to the placid reaches in the plains of California. + +W.C. MORROW, +in _A Man: His Mark._ + + + +MARCH 9. + + +THE ROCK DIVING OF MOUNTAIN SHEEP. + +On another occasion, a flock ... retreated to another portion of this +same cliff (over 150 feet high), and, on being followed, they were +seen jumping down in perfect order, one behind another, by two men who +happened to be chopping where they had a fair view of them and could +watch their progress from top to bottom of the precipice. Both ewes +and rams made the frightful descent without evincing any extraordinary +concern, hugging the rock closely, and controlling the velocity of +their half-falling, half-leaping movements by striking at short +intervals and holding back with their cushioned, rubber feet upon +small ledges and roughened inclines until near the bottom, when they +"sailed off" into the free air and alighted on their feet, but with +their bodies so nearly in a vertical position that they appeared to be +diving. + +JOHN MUIR, +in _The Mountains of California._ + + + +MARCH 10. + + +The ridge, ascending from seaward in a gradual coquetry of foot-hills, +broad low ranges, cross-systems, canyons, little flats, and gentle +ravines, inland dropped off almost sheer to the river below. And from +under your very feet rose range after range, tier after tier, rank +after rank, in increasing crescendo of wonderful tinted mountains to +the main crest of the Coast Range, the blue distance, the mightiness +of California's western systems. * * * And in the far distance, +finally, your soul grown big in a moment, came to rest on the great +precipices and pines of the greatest mountains of all, close under the +sky. + +STEWART EDWARD WHITE, +in _The Mountains._ + + + +MARCH 11. + + +TO YOU, MY FRIEND. + + To you, my friend, where'er you be, + Though known or all unknown to me; + To you, who love the things of God, + The dew-begemmed and velvet sod, + The birds that trill beside their nest. + "Oh, love, sweet love, of life is best;" + To you, for whom each sunset glows. + This message goes. + + To you, my friend. Mayhap 'tis writ + We ne'er shall meet. What matters it? + Where'er we roam, God's light shall gleam + For us on hill and wold and stream. + And we shall hold the blossoms dear, + And baby lips shall give us cheer, + And, loving these, leal friends are we, + Where'er you be. + + To you, my friend, who know right well + That life is more than money's spell, + Who hear the universal call, + "Let all love all, as He loves all," + Oh, list me in your ranks benign, + Accept this falt'ring hand of mine + Which, though unworthy, I extend. + And hold me friend. + +A.J. WATERHOUSE. + + + +MARCH 12. + + + Strength is meant for something more than merely to be strong; + And Life is not a lifetime spent in strain to keep alive. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS, +in _The Transplantation._ + + + +MARCH 13. + + +HER KING. + + A winsome maiden planned her life-- + How, when she was her hero's wife, + He should be royal among men, + And worthy of a diadem. + Through all the devious ways of earth + She sought her king; + The snows of Winter fell before-- + She walked o'er flowers of vanished Spring + Into the Summer's fragrant heat; + She bent her quest, with rapid feet, + Then saddened; still she journeyed down + The Autumn hillsides, bare and brown, + Through shadowy eves and golden morns; + And lo! she found him--crowned with thorns. + +ANNA MORRISON REED. + + + +MARCH 14. + + +The area of San Francisco Bay proper is two hundred and ninety square +miles; the area of San Pablo Bay, Carquinez Straits, and Mare Island, +thirty square miles; the area of Suisun Bay, to the confluence of the +San Joaquin and Sacramento rivers, is sixty-three square miles. The +total bay area is therefore four hundred and eighty square miles; and +there are hundreds of miles of slough, river, and creek. A yachtsman, +starting from Alviso, at the southern end of the bay, may sail in one +general direction one hundred and fifty-four miles to Sacramento, +before turning. All of this, of course, in inland waters. + +CHARLES G. YALE, +in _The Californian._ + + + +MARCH 15. + + +It was the green heart of the canyon, where the walls swerved back +from the rigid plain and relieved their harshness of line by making a +little sheltered nook and filling it to the brim with sweetness and +roundness and softness. Here all things rested. Even the narrow stream +ceased its turbulent down-rush long enough to form a quiet pool. +Knee-deep in the water, with drooping head and half-shut eyes, drowsed +a red-coated, many-antlered buck. + +On one side, beginning at the very lip of the pool, was a tiny meadow, +a cool, resilient surface of green, that extended to the base of the +frowning wall. Beyond the pool a gentle slope of earth ran up and up +to meet the opposing wall. Fine grass covered the slope--grass that +was spangled with flowers, with here and there patches of color, +orange and purple and golden. Below, the canyon was shut in. There was +no view. The walls leaned together abruptly and the canyon ended in a +chaos of rocks, moss-covered and hidden by a green screen of vines and +creepers and boughs of trees. Up the canyon rose far hills and peaks, +the big foot-hills, pine covered and remote. And far beyond, like +clouds upon the border of the sky, towered minarets of white, where +the Sierra's eternal snows flashed austerely the blazes of the sun. + +JACK LONDON, +in _All Gold Canyon._ + + + +MARCH 16. + + +Except you are kindred with those who have speech with great spaces, +and the four winds of the earth, and the infinite arch of God's sky, +you shall not have understanding of the desert's lure. + +IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, +in _Miner's Mirage Land._ + + + +MARCH 17. + + +ST. PATRICK'S DAY IN CALIFORNIA. + +This day we celebrate is a day of faith, faith in God and the +motherland. It is a day of gratitude to the God whose grace brought +our fathers into the Christian life, a day of gratitude to the nations +which received our fathers and blessed them with the privileges of +citizenship. Let us not mind the minor chord of sorrow and +persecution. Let us rather take the major chord of glory and of honor, +and from the days of scholarship and of freedom to the present moment +of a world's national power, let us chant the hymns of glory and sing +of victory. + +BISHOP THOMAS J. CONATY. + + + +MARCH 18. + + + Said one, who upward turned his eye, + To scan the trunks from earth to sky: + "These trees, no doubt, well rooted grew + When ancient Nineveh was new; + And down the vale long shadows cast + When Moses out of Egypt passed, + And o'er the heads of Pharaoh's slaves + And soldiers rolled the Red Sea waves." + "How must the timid rabbit shake, + The fox within his burrow quake, + The deer start up with quivering hide + To gaze in terror every side, + The quail forsake the trembling spray, + When these old roots at last give way, + And to the earth the monarch drops + To jar the distant mountain-tops." + +PALMER COX, +in _The Brownies Through California._ + + + +MARCH 19 AND MARCH 20. + + +A WINDOW AND A TREE IN ALTADENA. + + By my window a magician, breathing whispers of enchantment, + Stands and waves a wand above me till the flowing of my soul, + Like the tide's deep rhythm, rises in successive swells that widen + All my circumscribed horizon, till the finite fades away; + And the fountains of my being in their innermost recesses + Are unsealed, and as the seas sweep, sweep the waters of my soul + Till they reach the shores of Heaven and with ebb-tide bear a pearl + Back in to the heart's safe-keeping, where no thieves break through + nor steal. + + * * * * * + + By my window stands confessor with his hands outstretched to bless me, + And on bended knee I listen to his low "Absolvo te." + Ne'er was mass more sacramental, ne'er confessional more solemn, + And the benediction given ne'er shall leave my shriven soul. + + * * * * * + + Just a tree beside my window--just a symbol sent from Heaven-- + But with Proteus power it ever changes meaning--changes form-- + And it speaks with tongues of angels, and it prophesies the rising + Of the day-star which shall shine out from divinity in man. + +LANNIE HAYNES MARTIN. + + + +MARCH 21. + + +IN THE REDWOOD CANYONS. + + Down in the redwood canyons cool and deep, + The shadows of the forest ever sleep; + The odorous redwoods, wet with fog and dew, + Touch with the bay and mingle with the yew. + Under the firs the red madrona shines, + The graceful tan-oaks, fairest of them all, + Lean lovingly unto the sturdy pines, + In whose far tops the birds of passage call. + Here, where the forest shadows ever sleep, + The mountain-lily lifts its chalice white; + The myriad ferns hang draperies soft and white + Thick on each mossy bank and watered steep, + Where slender deer tread softly in the night-- + Down in the redwood canyons dark and deep. + +LILLIAN H. SHUEY, +in _Among the Redwoods._ + + + +MARCH 22. + + +You rode three miles on the flat, two in the leafy and gradually +ascending creek-bed of a canyon, a half hour of laboring steepness in +the overarching mountain lilac and laurel. There you came to a great +rock gateway which seemed the top of the world. * * * Beyond the +gateway a lush level canyon into which you plunged as into a bath; +then again the laboring trail, up and always up toward the blue +California sky, out of the lilacs, and laurels, and redwood chaparral +into the manzanita, the Spanish bayonet, the creamy yucca, and the +fine angular shale of the upper regions. Beyond the apparent summit +you found always other summits yet to be climbed, and all at once, +like thrusting your shoulders out of a hatchway, you looked over the +top. + +STEWART EDWARD WHITE, +in _The Mountains._ + + + +MARCH 23. + + +DONNER LAKE. + + So fair thou art--so still and deep-- + Half hidden in thy granite cup. + From depths of crystal smiling up + As smiles a woman in her sleep! + + The pine trees whisper where they lean + Above thy tide; and, mirrored there + The purple peaks their bosoms bare, + Reflected in thy silver sheen. + + So fair thou art! And yet there dwells + Within thy sylvan solitudes + A memory which darkling broods + And all thy witchery dispels. + +DANIEL S. RICHARDSON, +in _Trail Dust._ + + + +MARCH 24. + + +DONNER LAKE. + +Donner Lake a pleasure resort! Can you understand for one moment how +strange this seems to me? I must be as old as Haggard's "She," since I +have lived to see our papers make such a statement. It is years since +I was there, yet I can feel the cold and hunger and hear the moan of +the pines; those grand old trees that used to tell me when a storm was +brewing and seemed to be about the only thing there alive, as the snow +could not speak. But now that the place is a pleasure resort--the moan +of the pines should cease. + +VIRGINIA REED MURPHY. + + + +MARCH 25. + + +THE LURE OF THE DESERT LAND. + + Have you slept in a tent alone--a tent + Out under the desert sky-- + Where a thousand thousand desert miles + All silent 'round you lie? + The dust of the aeons of ages dead, + And the peoples that tramped by! + + * * * * * + + Have you lain with your face in your hands, afraid, + Face down--flat down on your face--and prayed, + While the terrible sandstorm whirled and swirled + In its soundless fury, and hid the world + And quenched the sun in its yellow glare-- + Just you and your soul, and nothing there? + If you have, then you know, for you've felt its spell, + The lure of the desert land. + And if you have not, then you could not tell-- + For you could not understand. + +MADGE MORRIS WAGNER, +in _Lippincott's._ + + + +MARCH 26. + + +One of the most beautiful lakes in the world is Lake Tahoe. It is six +thousand feet above sea-level, and the mountains around it rise four +thousand feet higher. * * * The first thing one would notice, perhaps, +is the wonderful clearness of the lake water. As one stands on the +wharf the steamer _Tahoe_ seems to be hanging in the clear green +depths with her keel and propellers in plain sight. The fish dart +under her and all about as in some large aquarium. * * * Every stick +or stone shows on the bottom as one sails along where the water is +sixty or seventy feet deep. + +ELLA M. SEXTON, +in _Stories of California._ + + + +MARCH 27. + + +A PLAINSMAN'S SONG--MY LOVE. + + Oh, give me a clutch in my hand of as much + Of the mane of a horse as a hold, + And let his desire to be gone be a fire + And let him be snorting and bold! + And then with a swing on his back let me fling + My leg that is naked as steel + And let us away to the end of the day + To quiet the tempest I feel. + And keen as the wind with the cities behind + And prairie before--like a sea, + With billows of grass that lash as we pass. + Make way for my stallion and me! + And up with his nose till his nostril aglows, + And out with his tail and his mane, + And up with my breast till the breath of the West + Is smiting me--knight of the plain! + Oh, give me a gleam of your eyes, love adream + With the kiss of the sun and the dew, + And mountain nor swale, nor the scorch nor the hail + Shall halt me from spurring to you! + For wild as a flood-melted snow for its blood-- + By crag, gorge, or torrent, or shoal, + I'll ride on my steed and lay tho' it bleed, + My heart at your feet--and my soul! + +PHILIP VERRILL MICHELS, +in _Harper's Weekly._ + + + +MARCH 28. + + + Lo, a Power divine, in all nature is found, + A Power omniscient, unfailing, profound; + A great Heart, that loves beauty and order and light. + In the flowers, in the shells, in the stars of the night. + +JOSIAH KEEP, +in _Shells and Sea-Life._ + + + +MARCH 29. + + +BACK TO THE DESERT. + + Call it the land of thirst, + Call it the land accurst, + Or what you will; + There where the heat-lines twirl + And the dust-devils whirl + His heart turns still. + + * * * * * + + Back to the land he knows, + Back where the yucca grows + And cactus bole; + Where the coyote cries, + Where the black buzzard flies + Flyeth his soul! + +BAILEY MILLARD, +in _Songs of the Press._ + + + +MARCH 30. + + +DRIVING THE LAST SPIKE, 1869. + +Under the desert sky the spreading multitude was called to order. +There followed a solemn prayer of thanksgiving. The laurel tie was +placed, amidst ringing cheers. The golden spike was set. The +trans-American telegraph wire was adjusted. Amid breathless silence +the silver hammer was lifted, poised, dropped, giving the gentle tap +that ticked the news to all the world! Then, blow on blow, Governor +Stanford sent the spike to place! A storm of wild huzzas burst forth; +desert rock and sand, plain and mountain, echoed the conquest of their +terrors. The two engines moved up, touched noses; and each in turn +crossed the magic tie. America was belted! The great Iron Way was +finished. + +SARAH PRATT CARR, +in _The Iron Way._ + + + +MARCH 31. + + +THE SPIRIT OF THE WEST. + + All wearied with the burdens of a place + Grown barren, over-crowded and despoiled + Of vital freshness by the weight of years. + A sage ascended to the mountain tops + To peer, as Moses once had done of old, + Into the distance for a Promised Land: + And there, his gaze toward the setting sun. + Beheld the Spirit of the Occident, + Bold, herculean, in its latent strength-- + A youthful destiny that beckoned on + To fields all vigorous with natal life. + The years have passed; the sage has led a band + Of virile, sturdy men into the West. + And these have toiled and multiplied and stamped + Upon the face of Nature wondrous things. + Until, created from the virgin soil, + Great industries arise as monuments + To their endeavor; and a mighty host + Now labors in a once-untrodden waste-- + Quick-pulsed with life-blood, from a heart that throbs + Its vibrant dominance throughout the world. + Today, heroic in the sunset's glow, + A figure looms, colossal and serene. + In royal power of accomplishment, + That claims the gaze of nations over sea + And beckons, still, as in the years agone. + The weary ones of earth to its domain-- + That they may drink from undiluted founts + An inspiration of new energy. + +LOUIS J. STELLMAN, +in _Sunset Magazine, August_, 1903. + + +DESERT LURE. + +The hills are gleaming brass, and bronze the peaks, + The mesas are a brazen, molten sea, + And e'en the heaven's blue infinity, + Undimmed by kindly cloud through arid weeks, + Seems polished turquoise. Like a sphinx she speaks, + The scornful desert: "What would'st thou from me?" + And in our hearts we answer her; all three + Unlike, for each a different treasure seeks. + One sought Adventure, and the desert gave; + His restless heart found rest beneath her sands. + One sought but gold. He dug his soul a grave; + The desert's gift worked evil in his hands. + One sought for beauty; him She made her slave. + Turn back! No man her 'witched gift withstands. + +CHARLTON LAWRENCE EDHOLM, +in _Ainslee's, July_, 1907. + + + +APRIL 1. + + +Hark! What is the meaning of this stir in the air. why are the brooks +so full of laughter, the birds pouring forth such torrents of sweet +song, as if unable longer to contain themselves for very joy? The +hills and ravines resound with happy voices. Let us re-echo the +cheering vibrations with the gladness of our hearts, with the hope +arisen from the tomb of despair. With buoyant spirit, let us join in +the merry mood of the winged songsters; let us share the gaiety of the +flowers and trees, and let our playful humor blend with the musical +flow and tinkle of the silvery, shimmering rivulet. Greetings, let +fond greetings burst from the smiling lips on this most happy of all +occasions! The natal day of the flowers, the tender season of love and +beauty, the happy morn of mother Nature's bright awakening! The +resurrection, indeed! The world palpitating with fresh young life--it +is the Holiday of holidays, the Golden Holiday for each and all--the +Birth of Spring. + +BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH, +_Copyright_, 1907. + + + +APRIL 2. + + +Almost has the Californian developed a racial physiology. He tends +to size, to smooth symmetry of limb and trunk, to an erect, free +carriage; and the beauty of his women is not a myth. The pioneers were +all men of good body; they had to be to live and leave descendants. +The bones of the weaklings who started for El Dorado in 1849 lie on +the plains or in the hill cemeteries of the mining camps. Heredity +began it; climate has carried it out. + +WILL IRWIN, +in _The City That Was._ + + + +APRIL 3. + + +AN EASTER OFFERING. + +I watched a lily through the Lenten-tide; + From when its emerald sheath first pierced the mould. + I saw the satin blades uncurl, unfold, + And, softly upward, stretch with conscious pride + Toward the fair sky. At length, the leaves beside, + There came a flower beauteous to behold, + Breathing of purest joy and peace untold; + Its radiance graced the Easter altar-side. + And in my heart there rose a sense of shame + That I, alas, no precious gift had brought + Which could approach the beauty of this thing-- + I who had sought to bear the Master's name! + Humbly I bowed while meek repentance wrought, + With silent tears, her chastened offering. + +BLANCHE M. BURBANK + + + +APRIL 4. + + +For all the toll the desert takes of a man it gives compensations, +deep breaths, deep sleep, and the communion of the stars. It comes +upon one with new force that the Chaldeans were a desert-bred people. +It is hard to escape the sense of mastery as the stars move in the +wide, clear heavens to risings and settings unobscured. They look +large and near and palpitant; as if they moved on some stately service +not needful to declare. Wheeling to their stations in the sky, they +make the poor world fret of no account. Of no account you who lie out +there watching, nor the lean coyote that stands off in the scrub from +you and howls and howls. + +MARY AUSTIN, +in _The Land of Little Rain._ + + + +APRIL 5. + + +DESERT CALLS. + + There are breaks in the voice of the shouting street + Where the smoke drift comes sifting down, + And I list to the wind calls, far and sweet-- + They are not from the winds of the town. + O I lean to the rush of the desert air + And the bite of the desert sand, + I feel the hunger, the thirst and despair-- + And the joy of the still border land! + For the ways of the city are blocked to the end + With the grim procession of death-- + The treacherous love and the shifting friend + And the reek of a multitude's breath. + But the arms of the Desert are lean and slim + And his gaunt breast is cactus-haired, + His ways are as rude as the mountain rim-- + But the heart of the Desert is bared. + +HARLEY R. WILEY, +in _Out West Magazine._ + + + +APRIL 6. + + +In the universal pean of gladness which the earth at Eastertide raises +to the Lord of Life, the wilderness and the solitary place have part, +and the desert then does in truth blossom as the rose. And how +comforting are the blossoms of the desert when at last they have come! +When the sun has sunk behind the rim of the verdure-less range of +granite hills that westward bound my view, and the palpitating light +of the night's first stars shines out in the tender afterglow, I love +to linger on the cooling sands and touch my cheek to the flowers. Now +has the desert shaken off the livery of death, and ... is become an +abiding place of hope. + +CHARLES FRANCIS SAUNDERS, +in _Blossoms of the Desert._ + + + +APRIL 7. + + +There had been no hand to lay a wreath upon his tomb. But soon, as +if the weeping skies had scattered seeds of pity, tiny flowerets, +yellow, blue, red, and white, were sprouting on the sides of the +grave. * * * A delicious perfume filled the air. The desert cemetery +was now a place of beauty as well as a place of peace. But the silence +and solitude remained unbroken, except when a long-tailed lizard +scurried through the undergrowth, or a big horned toad, white and +black, like patterned enamel, took a blinking peep of melancholy +surprise into the yawning ditch that blocked his accustomed way. + +EDMUND MITCHELL, +in _In Desert Keeping._ + + + +APRIL 8. + + +To those who know the desert's heart, and through years of closest +intimacy--have learned to love it in all its moods; it has for them +something that is greater than charm, more lasting than beauty a +something to which no man can give a name. Speech is not needed, for +they who are elect to love these things understand one another without +words; and the desert speaks to them through its silence. + +IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, +in _Miner's Mirage Land._ + + +At length I struck upon a spot where a little stream of water was +oozing out from the bank of sand. As I scraped away the surface I saw +something which would have made me dance for joy had I not been +weighed down by the long boots. For there, in very truth, was a live +Olive, with its graceful shell and a beautiful pearl-colored body. + +JOSIAH KEEP, +in _West Coast Shells._ + + + +APRIL 9. + + +DESERT DUST. + +With all its heat and dust the desert has its charms. The desert dust +is dusty dust, but not dirty dust. Compared with the awful organic +dust of New York, London, or Paris, it is inorganic and pure. On those +strips of the Libyan and Arabian deserts which lie along the Nile, the +desert dust is largely made up of the residuum of royalty, of withered +Ptolemies, of arid Pharaohs, for the tombs of queens and kings are +counted here by the hundreds, and of their royal progeny and their +royal retainers by the thousands. These dessicated dynasties have been +drying so long that they are now quite antiseptic. + +The dust of these dead and gone kings makes extraordinarily fertile +soil for vegetable gardens when irrigated with the rich, thick water +of the Nile. Their mummies also make excellent pigments for the brush. +Rameses and Setos, Cleopatra and Hatasu--all these great ones, dead +and turned to clay, are said, when properly ground, to make a rich +umber paint highly popular with artists. + +JEROME HART, +in _A Levantine Log-Book._ + + + +APRIL 10. + + +The mountain wall of the Sierra bounds California on its eastern side. +It is rampart, towering and impregnable, between the garden and the +desert. From its crest, brooded over by cloud, glittering with crusted +snows, the traveler can look over crag and precipice, mounting files +of pines and ravines swimming in unfathomable shadow, to where, vast, +pale, far-flung in its dreamy adolescence, lies California, the +garden. + +GERALDINE BONNER, +in _The Pioneer._ + + + +APRIL 11. + + +MIRAGE IN THE MOHAVE DESERT. + + They hear the rippling waters call; + They see the fields of balm; + And faint and clear above it all, + The shimmer of some silver palm + That shines thro' all that stirless calm + So near, so near--and yet they fall + All scorched with heat and blind with pain, + Their faces downward to the plain, + Their arms reached toward the mountain wall. + +ROSALIE KERCHEVAL. + + + +APRIL 12. + + +The desert calls to him who has once felt its strange attraction, +calls and compels him to return, as the sea compels the sailor to +forsake the land. He who has once felt its power can never free +himself from the haunting charm of the desert. + +GEORGE HAMILTON FITCH, +in _Palm Springs, Land of Sunshine Magazine._ + + +IN SANCTUARY. + + The wind broke open a rose's heart + And scattered her petals far apart. + Driven before the churlish blast + Some in the meadow brook were cast, + Or fell in the tangle of the sedge; + Some were impaled on the thorn of the hedge; + But one was caught on my dear love's breast + Where long ago my heart found rest. + +CHARLES FRANCIS SAUNDERS, +in _Overland Monthly, July_, 1907. + + + +APRIL 13. + + +For fifteen months the desert of California had lain athirst. The +cattle of the vast ranges had fled from the parched sands, the dying, +shriveled shrubs, appealing vainly, mutely, for rain, and had taken +refuge in the mountains. They instinctively retreated from the death +of the desert and sheltered themselves in the green of the foot-hills. +North, east, south, and west, rain had fallen, but here, for miles on +either side of the little isolated station * * * the plain had so +baked in the semi-tropical sun until even the hardiest sage-brush took +on the color of the sand which billowed toward the eastern horizon +like an untraveled ocean. + +MRS. FREMONT OLDER, +in _The Giants._ + + + +APRIL 14. + + +The strong westerly winds drawing in through the Golden Gate sweep +with unobstructed force over the channel, and, meeting the outflowing +and swiftly moving water, kick up a sea that none but good boats can +overcome. To go from San Francisco to the usual cruising grounds the +channel must be crossed. There is no way out of it. And it is to this +circumstance, most probably, we are indebted for as expert a body of +yachtsmen as there is anywhere in the United States. Timid, nervous, +unskilled men cannot handle yachts under such conditions of wind and +waves. The yachtsmen must have confidence in themselves, and must have +boats under them which are seaworthy and staunch enough to keep on +their course, regardless of adverse circumstances. + +CHARLES G. YALE, +in _Yachting in San Francisco Bay_, in _The Californian._ + + + +APRIL 15. + + +THE LIZARD. + + I sit among the hoary trees + With Aristotle on my knees + And turn with serious hand the pages, + Lost in the cobweb-hush of ages; + When suddenly with no more sound + Than any sunbeam on the ground, + The little hermit of the place + Is peering up into my face-- + The slim gray hermit of the rocks, + With bright, inquisitive, quick eyes, + His life a round of harks and shocks, + A little ripple of surprise. + + Now lifted up, intense and still, + Sprung from the silence of the hill + He hangs upon the ledge a-glisten. + And his whole body seems to listen! + My pages give a little start, + And he is gone! to be a part + Of the old cedar's crumpled bark. + A mottled scar, a weather mark! + +EDWIN MARKHAM, +in _Lincoln and Other Poems._ + + + +APRIL 16. + + +I lived in a region of remote sounds. On Russian Hill I looked down +as from a balloon; all there is of the stir of the city comes in +distant bells and whistles, changing their sound, just as scenery +moves, according to the state of the atmosphere. The islands shift as +if enchanted, now near and plain, then removed and dim. The bay +widening, sapphire blue, or narrowing, green and gray, or, before a +storm, like quicksilver. + +EMMA FRANCES DAWSON, +in _An Itinerant House._ + + + +APRIL 17. + + +Although we dread earthquakes with all their resultant destruction, +yet it is well to recognize the fact that if it were not for them we +would find here in California little of that wonderful scenery of +which we are so proud. Our earthquakes are due to movements similar to +those which, through hundreds of thousands of years, have been raising +the lofty mountains of the Cordilleran region. The Sierra Nevada +range, with its abrupt eastern scarp nearly two miles high, faces an +important line of fracture along which movements have continued to +take place up to the present time. + +HAROLD W. FAIRBANKS, +in _The Great Earthquake Rift of California._ + + + +APRIL 18. + + +APRIL EIGHTEENTH. + + Three years have passed, oh, City! since you lay-- + A smoking shambles--stricken by the lust + Of Nature's evil passions. In a day + I saw your splendor crumble into dust. + So vast your desolation, so complete + Your tragedy of ruin that there seemed + Small hope of rallying from such defeat-- + Of seeing you arisen and redeemed. + Yet, three short years have marked a sure rebirth + To splendid urban might; a higher place + Among the ruling cities of the earth + And left of your disaster but a trace. + Refined in flame and tempered, as a blade + Of iron into steel of flawless ring-- + City of the Spirit Unafraid! + What wondrous destiny the years will bring! + +LOUIS J. STELLMAN, +in _San Francisco Globe, April_ 18, 1909. + + + +APRIL 19. + + +O, EVANESCENCE! +(SAN FRANCISCO.) + + I loved a work of dreams that bloomed from Art; + A town and her turrets rose + As from the red heart + Of the couchant suns where the west wind blows + And worlds lie apart. + Calm slept the sea-flats; beneath the blue dome + Copper and gold and alabaster gleamed, + And sea-birds came home. + But I woke in a sorrowful day; + The vision was scattered away. + Ashes and dust lie deep on the dream that I dreamed. + +HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, +in _Looms of Life._ + + + +APRIL 20. + + +SAN FRANCISCO. + + What matters that her multitudinous store-- + The garnered fruit of measureless desire-- + Sank in the maelstrom of abysmal fire, + To be of man beheld on earth no more? + Her loyal children, cheery to the core. + Quailed not, nor blenched, while she, above the ire + Of elemental ragings, dared aspire + On victory's wings resplendently to soar. + What matters all the losses of the years, + Since she can count the subjects as her own + That share her fortunes under every fate; + Who weave their brightest tissues from her tears, + And who, although her best be overthrown, + Resolve to make her and to keep her great. + +EDWARD ROKESON TAYLOR, +in _Sunset Magazine._ + + + +APRIL 21. + + +They could hear the roar and crackle of the fire and the crashing of +walls; but even more formidable was that tramping of thousands of +feet, the scraping of trunks and furniture on the tracks and stones. * +* * It was a well and a carefully dressed crowd, for by this time +nearly everyone had recovered from the shock of the earthquake; many +forgotten it, no doubt, in the new horror. * * * They pushed trunks to +which skates had been attached, or pulled them by ropes; they trundled +sewing machines and pieces of small furniture, laden with bundles. +Many carried pillow-cases, into which they had stuffed a favorite +dress and hat, an extra pair of boots and a change of underclothing, +some valuable bibelot or bundle of documents; to say nothing of their +jewels and what food they could lay hands on. Several women wore their +furs, as an easier way of saving them, and children carried their +dolls. Their state of mind was elemental. * * * The refinements of +sentiment and all complexity were forgotten; they indulged in nothing +so futile as complaint, nor even conversation. And the sense of the +common calamity sustained them, no doubt, de-individualized them for +the hour. + +GERTRUDE ATHERTON, +in _Ancestors._ + + + +APRIL 22. + + + The sun is dying; space and room. + Serenity, vast sense of rest, + Lie bosomed in the orange west + Of Orient waters. Hear the boom + Of long, strong billows; wave on wave, + Like funeral guns above a grave. + +JOAQUIN MILLER, +in _Collected Poems._ + + + +APRIL 23. + + +SAN FRANCISCO. +IN CHRISTMAS TWILIGHT, 1898. + + In somber silhouette, against a golden sky, + Francisco's city sits as sunbeams die. + The serrated hills her throne; the ocean laves her feet: + Her jeweled crown the Western zephyrs greet; + Their breath is fragrance, sweet as wreath of bride, + In winter season as at summer tide. + + +AFTER APRIL 18, 1906. + + Clothed with sack-cloth, strewn with ashes, + Seated on a desolate throne + 'Mid the spectral walls of stately domes + And the skeletons of regal homes, + Francisco weeps while westward thrashes + Through the wrecks of mansions, stricken prone + By the rock of earth and sweep of flame + Which, unheralded and unbidden, came + In the greatness of her pride full-blown + And at the zenith of her matchless fame. + +TALIESIN EVANS. + + + +APRIL 24. + + +And let it be remembered that whatever San Francisco, her citizens and +her lovers, do now or neglect to do in this present regeneration will +be felt for good or ill to remotest ages. Let us build and rebuild +accordingly, bearing in mind that the new San Francisco is to stand +forever before the world as the measure of the civic taste and +intelligence of her people. + +HUBERT HOWE BANCROFT, +in _Some Cities and San Francisco._ + + + +APRIL 25. + + +SAN FRANCISCO. + + Queen regnant she, and so shall be for aye + As long as her still unpolluted sea + Shall wash the borders of her brave and free, + And mother her incomparable Bay. + The pharisees and falsehood-mongers may + Be rashly blatant as they care to be, + She yet with dauntless, old-time liberty + Will hold her own indomitable way. + A Royal One, all love and heart can bear. + The all of strength that human arm can wield. + Are thine devotedly, and ever thine; + And thou wilt use them till thy brow shall wear + A newer crown by high endeavor sealed + With gems emitting brilliances divine. + +EDWARD ROBESON TAYLOR, +in _Sunset Magazine._ + + + +APRIL 26. + + +Until a man paints with the hope or with the wish to stir the minds of +his fellows to better thinking and their hearts to better living, or +to make some creature happier or wiser, he has not understood the +meaning of art. + +W.L. JUDSON, +in _The Building of a Picture._ + + +CALIFORNIA ON THE PASSING OF TENNYSON. + + All silent ... So, he lies in state ... + Our redwoods drip and drip with rain ... + Against our rock-locked Golden Gate + We hear the great, sad, sobbing main. + But silent all ... He passed the stars + That year the whole world turned to Mars. + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + + +APRIL 27 AND 28. + + + In ended days, a child, I trod thy sands, + The sands unbuilded, rank with brush and brier + And blossom--chased the sea-foam on thy strands, + Young city of my love and my desire! + I saw thy barren hills against the skies, + I saw them topped with minaret and spire, + On plain and slope thy myriad walls arise, + Fair city of my love and my desire. + With thee the Orient touched heart and hands; + The world's rich argosies lay at thy feet; + Queen of the fairest land of all the lands-- + Our Sunset-Glory, proud and strong and sweet! + I saw thee in thine anguish! tortured, prone. + Rent with earth-throes, garmented in fire! + Each wound upon thy breast upon my own. + Sad city of my love and my desire. + Gray wind-blown ashes, broken, toppling wall + And ruined hearth--are these thy funeral pyre? + Black desolation covering as a pall-- + Is this the end, my love and my desire? + Nay, strong, undaunted, thoughtless of despair, + The Will that builded thee shall build again, + And all thy broken promise spring more fair. + Thou mighty mother of as mighty men. + Thou wilt arise invincible, supreme! + The earth to voice thy glory never tire, + And song, unborn, shall chant no nobler theme, + Proud city of my love and my desire. + But I--shall see thee ever as of old! + Thy wraith of pearl, wall, minaret and spire, + Framed in the mists that veil thy Gate of Gold, + Lost city of my love and my desire. + +INA D. COOLBRITH. + + + +APRIL 29. + + + The cataclysmal force to which we owe + Our glorious Gate of Gold, through which the sea + Rushed in to clasp these shores long, long ago, + Came once again to crown our destiny + With such a grandeur that in sequent years + This period of pain which now appears + Pregnant with doubt, shall vanish as when day + Drives the foreboding dreams of night away. + Born of the womb of Woe, where Sorrow sighs, + Fostered by Faith, undaunted by Dismay, + Earth's fairest City shall from ashes rise. + +LOUIS ALEXANDER ROBERTSON, +in _Through Painted Panes._ + + + +APRIL 30. + + +Old San Francisco, which is the San Francisco of only the other +day--the day before the earthquake--was divided midway by the Slot. +The Slot was an iron crack that ran along the center of Market street, +and from the Slot arose the burr of the ceaseless, endless cable that +was hitched at will to the cars it dragged up and down. In truth, +there were two Slots, but, in the quick grammar of the West, time was +saved by calling them, and much more that they stood for, "The Slot." +North of the Slot were the theaters, hotels and shipping district, the +banks and the staid, respectable business houses. South of the Slot +were the factories, slums, laundries, machine shops, boiler works, and +the abodes of the working class. + +JACK LONDON, +in _Saturday Evening Post._ + + + +MAY 1. + + +HAWAII, WEDNESDAY, MAY 1. 1907. + +A year ago, Jack and I set out on a horseback trip through the +northern counties of California. It just now came to me--not the date +itself, but the feel of the sweet country, the sweetness of mountain +lilacs, the warm summer-dusty air. * * * And here in Hawaii, I am not +sure but I am at home, for our ground is red, too, in the Valley of +the Moon, where home is--dear home on the side of Sonoma Mountain, +where the colts are, and where the Brown Wolf died. + +CHARMIAN K. LONDON, +in _Log of the Snark._ + + + +MAY 2. + + + A dull eyed rattlesnake that lay + All loathsome, yellow-skinned, and slept, + Coil'd tight as pine-knot, in the sun + With flat head through the center run, + Struck blindly back. + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + +The air was steeped in the warm fragrance of a California spring. +Every crease and wrinkle of the encircling hills was reflected in the +blue stillness of the laguna. Patches of poppies blazed like bonfires +on the mesa, and higher up the faint smoke of the blossoming buckthorn +tangled its drifts in the chaparral. Bees droned in the wild +buckwheat, and powdered themselves with the yellow of the mustard, and +now and then the clear, staccato voice of the meadow-lark broke into +the drowsy quiet--a swift little dagger of sound. + +MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM, +in _Stories of the Foothills._ + + + +MAY 3. + + +THE SEA GARDENS AT CATALINA. + +The voyager when the glass-bottom boat starts is first regaled with +the sandy beach, in three or four feet of water. He sees the wave +lines, the effect of waves on soft sand, the delicate shading of the +bottom in grays innumerable; now the collar-like egg of a univalve or +the sharp eye of a sole or halibut protruding from the sand. A school +of smelt dart by, pursued by a bass; and as the water deepens bands of +small fish, gleaming like silver, appear; then a black cormorant +dashing after them, or perchance a sea-lion browsing on the bottom in +pursuit of prey. Suddenly the light grows dimmer; quaint shadows +appear on the bottom, and almost without warning the lookers on are in +the depths of the kelpian forest. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, +in _Life in the Open._ + + + +MAY 4. + + +THE HIDEOUS OCTOPUS. + +From the glass-bottom boat we can see all the fauna of the ocean, and, +without question, the most fascinating of them all is the octopus. +Timid, constantly changing color, hideous to a degree, having a +peculiarly devilish expression, it is well named the _Mephistopheles +of the Sea_, and with the bill of a parrot, the power to adapt its +color to almost any rock, and to throw out a cloud of smoke or ink, it +well deserves the terror it arouses. The average specimen is about two +feet across, but I have seen individuals fourteen feet in radial +spread, and larger ones have been taken in deep water off shore. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, +in _The Glass Bottom Boat._ + + + +MAY 5. + + +A SIERRA STORM FROM A TREE TOP. + +Being accustomed to climb trees in making botanical studies, I +experienced no difficulty in reaching the top of this one (a pine +about 100 feet high), and never before did I enjoy so noble an +exhilaration of motion. The slender tops fairly flapped and swished in +the passionate torrent, bending and swirling backward and forward, +round and round, tracing indescribable combinations of vertical and +horizontal curves, while I clung with muscles firm braced, like a +bobolink on a reed. + +JOHN MUIR, +in _The Mountains of California._ + + + +MAY 6. + + +There is a breeziness, a spaciousness, an undefiled ecstasy of purity +about the High Sierras. Nature, yet untainted by man, has expressed +herself largely in mighty pine-clad, snow-topped blue mountains, and +rolling stretches of foot-hills; in rivers whose clarity is as perfect +as the first snow-formed drops that heralded them; and a sky of chaste +and limpid blue, pale as with awe of the celestial wonders it has +gazed upon. But there is an effect of simplicity with it all, an +omission of sensational landscape contrasts. + +MIRIAM MICHELSON, +in _Anthony Overman._ + + +The ocean is a great home. Its waters are full of life. The rocks +along its shores are thickly set with living things; the mud and sand +of its bays are pierced with innumerable burrows, and even the abyss +of the deep sea has its curious inhabitants. + +JOSIAH KEEP, +in _West Coast Shells._ + + + +MAY 7. + + +THE COMING OF THE RAILROAD. +(IN CALIFORNIA.) + + It was folded, away from strife, + In the beautiful pastoral hills; + And the mountain peaks kept watch and ward + O'er the peace that the valley fills-- + Kept watch and ward lest the bold world pass + The fair green rampart of hills. + + * * * * * + + The rains of the winter fell + In benison on its sod; + And the smiling fields of the spring looked up, + A thanksgiving glad, to God; + And the little children laughed to see + The wild-flowers star the sod. + + * * * * * + + Hark! hark! to the thundrous roar! + Like a demon of fable old, + The fiery steed of the rail hath swept + Thro' the ancient mountain-hold. + And the green hills shudder to feel his breath-- + The challenge of New to Old. + +FRANCES MARGARET MILNE, +in _For Today._ + + + +MAY 8. + + +JOAQUIN MILLER TO THE MONEY GETTER. + + Yes! I am a dreamer. + + * * * * * + + While you seek gold in the earth, why, I + See gold in the steeps of the starry sky; + And which do you think has the fairer view + Of God in heaven--the dreamer or you? + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + + +MAY 9. + + +THE GLASS BOTTOM BOAT AT CATALINA. + +When you land in the beautiful Bay of Avalon, on Santa Catalina +Island, you are met, not by hackmen, but by glass-bottom boatmen: +"Here you are! Marine Jimmie's boat, only fifty cents." "Take the +_Cleopatra_," or "Right away now for the Marine Gardens." These +craft, that look like old-fashioned river side-wheelers are made on +the Island, and some range from row-boats with glass bottoms to large +side-wheel steamers valued at $3000. There is a fleet of them, big and +little, and they skim over the kelp beds, and have introduced an +altogether new variety of entertainment and zoological study combined. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER. +in _The Glass Bottom Boat._ + + + +MAY 10. + + +THE HANGING SEA GARDENS AT CATALINA. + +The animals of the hanging gardens are not confined to the kelp or the +rocks of the bottom. The blue water where the sunlight enters brings +out myriads of delicate forms, poising, drifting, swimming, the +veritable gems of the sea; some are red as the ruby; others blue like +sapphire; some yellow, white, brown, or emitting vivid flashes of +seeming phosphorescent light. Ocean sapphires they are called; the +true gems of the sea, thickly strewn in the deep blue water. Sweeping +by, poised in classic shapes, are the smaller jelly-fishes; crystal +vases, so delicate that the rich tone of the ocean can be seen through +them, changing to a steely blue. Some are mere spectres, a tracery of +lace; others rich in colors and flaunting long trains. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, +in _Life in the Open._ + + + +MAY 11. + + +BUILDING THE TRANSCONTINENTAL RAILWAY. + +Few can realize the problem before those intrepid men, who, with +little money and large hostility behind them, hauled their strenuously +obtained subsistence and material over nearly a thousand miles of +poorly equipped road. They fought mountains of snow as they had never +before been fought. They forced their weak, wheezy little engines up +tremendous grades with green wood that must sometimes be coaxed with +sage-brush gathered by the firemen running alongside of their creeping +or stalled iron horses. There were no steel rails. Engineers worked +unhelped by the example of perfected railroad building of later times. +No tracks or charts of the man-killing desert! No modern helps, no +ready, over-eager capital seeking their enterprise! Only skepticism, +hatred from their enemies, and "You can't do it!" flung at them from +friend and foe. + +SARAH PRATT CARR, +in _The Iron Way._ + + + +MAY 12. + + +ANGLING THE SWORDFISH. + +As he brought the great fish around again, a wonderful sight with its +gaudy fins, enormous black eyes and menacing sword, the head boatman +hurled the heavy spear into it. The swordfish fairly doubled up under +the shock, deluging with water the fishermen, its sword coming out and +striking the boat. A moment more and it might have escaped; but one of +the men seized it by the sword, while another threw a rope around it, +and the big game was theirs; in all probability the first large +swordfish ever taken with a rod and reel. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, +in _Big Game at Sea._ + + + +MAY 13. + + +The old Greeks taught their children how to sing, because it taught +them how to be obedient. This is a difficult universe to the man who +drives dead against it, but to the man who has learned the secret of +harmony through obedience it is a happy place. Discord is sickness; +harmony is health. Discord is restlessness; harmony is peace. Discord +is sorrow; harmony is joy. Discord is death; harmony is life. Discord +is hell; harmony is heaven. He who is in love and peace with his +neighbors, filling the sphere where God has placed him, hath heaven in +his heart already. Only through blue in the eye, the scientist tells +us, can blue out of the eye be seen. Only through C in the ear can C +out of the ear be heard. Only through Heaven down here can Heaven up +there be interpreted. + +MALCOLM McLEOD, +in _Earthly Discords._ + + + +MAY 14. + + +As one approaches the mission from the road, it defines itself more +and more as a distinct element in the view: the hills ... seem to +distribute themselves on either side, as though realizing that here, +at least, they are subordinate and must not intrude. This brings Santa +Lucia into view, directly behind the mission, and thus the two most +prominent, most interesting, most beautiful objects in the landscape +are brought together in one perfect whole: Mt. Santa Lucia--Nature's +grandest creation for miles around; Mission San Antonio--man's +noblest, most artistic handiwork between Santa Barbara and Carrnelo. + +CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER, +in _Some By-Ways of California._ + + + +MAY 15. + + +There is what may be called a _sense_ of the sea, which is +indefinable. No lesser body of water, no other aspect of Nature +affords this. It is in the air, like a touch of autumn, and we know it +as much through feeling as through seeing. The coast is saturated for +some distance inland with this presence of the sea, much as the beach +is soaked with salt water. It is music and poetry to the soul and as +elusive as they, wrapping us in dreams and yielding fugitive glimpses +of that which we may never grasp, but which skirts, like a beautiful +phantom, the mind's horizon. Like music, it is an opiate, and unlocks +for us new states of mind in which we wander, as in halls of alabaster +and mother-of-pearl, but where, alas, we may not linger. We can as +readily sound the ocean as fathom the feelings it inspires. It is too +deep for thought. As often as the sea speaks to us of the birth of +Venus and of Joy, so also does it remind of Prometheus bound and the +thrall of Nature. + +STANTON DAVIS KIRKHAM, +in _In the Open._ + + + +MAY 16. + + + The morning breeze with breath of rose + Steals from the dawn and softly blows + Beneath the lintel, where is hung + My little bell with winged tongue; + Steals from the dawn, that it may be + An oracle of peace to me; + For hark! athwart my fitful dreams + There mingles with the Orient beams + A wakening psalm of tinkling bell: + "God brings the day, and all is well." + +CLIFFORD HOWARD, +in _The Wind Bell._ + + + +MAY 17. + + +CATCHING A SWORDFISH. + +The swordfish was not disturbed by reflections of any kind. Of an +uncertain and vicious temper it was annoyed, then maddened by being +held by something it could not see, and dropping into the water it +dashed away in blind fear and fury, still feeling the strange, uncanny +check which seemed to follow it as a sheet of foam. Cutting the water +one hundred, two hundred feet, it shot ahead with the speed of light, +then still held, still in the toils, it again sprang into the air +with frenzied shake and twist, whirling itself from side to side, +striking terrific blows in search of the invisible enemy. Falling, +the swordfish plunged downward, and reached two hundred feet below +the surface and the bottom, then turned, and rose with a mighty +rush, going high into the air again, whirling itself completely over +in its madness, so that it fell upon its back, beating the sea into +a maelstrom of foam and spume, in its blind and savage fury. + +CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER, +in _Big Game at Sea._ + + + +MAY 18. + + +One is disposed to put "climate" in the plural when writing of so +large a state as California and one so wonderfully endowed with +conditions which make health, comfort and beauty in all seasons. Its +great length of coast-line and its mountain ranges irregularly +paralleling that, offer a wealth of resource in varying temperature, +altitudes, shelter from the sea breezes or exposure to them, perhaps +unequaled by any state in the union, or indeed by any country in the +world. + +MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE, +in _The Mother of Clubs._ + + + +MAY 19. + + +A GLOUCESTER SKIPPER'S SONG. + + Oh, the roar of shoaling waters, and the awful, awful sea, + Busted shrouds and parting cables, and the white death on our lee! + Oh, the black, black night on Georges, when eight score men were lost! + Were ye there, ye men of Gloucester? Aye, ye were; and tossed + Like chips upon the water were your little craft that night-- + Driving, swearing, calling out, but ne'er a call of fright. + So knowing ye for what ye are, ye masters of the sea, + Here's to ye, Gloucester fishermen, a health to ye from me! + +JAMES B. CONNOLLY, +in _Scribner's, May_, 1904. + + + +MAY 20. + + +DEDICATION TO HIS FIRST BOOK. + +* * * It is the proudest boast of the profession of literature, that +no man ever published a book for selfish purposes or with ignoble aim. +Books have been published for the consolation of the distressed; for +the guidance of the wandering; for the relief of the destitute; for +the hope of the penitent; for uplifting the burdened soul above its +sorrows and fears; for the general amelioration of the condition of +all mankind; for the right against the wrong; for the good against, +the bad; for the truth. This book is published for two dollars per +volume. + +ROBERT J. BURDETTE, +in _The Rise and Fall of the Mustache._ + + + +MAY 21. + + +THE YOSEMITE ROAD. + + There at last are the snow-peaks, in virginal chastity standing! + Through the nut-pines I see them, their ridges expanding. + Ye peaks! from celestial sanctities benisons casting, + Ye know not your puissant influence, lifting and lasting; + Nothing factitious, self-conscious or impious bides in you; + On your high serenities + No hollow amenities + Nor worldly impurities cast their dread blight; + August and courageous, you stand for the right; + The gods love you and lend you their soft robes of white. + +BAILEY MILLARD, +in _Songs of the Press._ + + + +MAY 22. + + +ON THE STEPS OF THE LECONTE MEMORIAL LODGE, YOSEMITE VALLEY. + + I wonder not, whether it is well with this true seer, + Who saw, while dwelling in the flesh, foundations strong and broad; + I do not doubt that when he ceased to worship in this temple, + Serene, he passed from beauty unto beauty, from God to God. + +BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. + + +Within, a whole rainbow is condensed in one of these magnificent +shells. + +JOSIAH KEEP, +in _West Coast Shells._ + + + +MAY 23. + + +TO YOSEMITE. + + The silence of the centuries, + The calm where doubtings cease, + And over all the brooding of God's presence + And the spell of perfect peace! + O Granite Cliffs that steadfast face the dawn, + O Forest Kings that heard Creation's sigh! + Teach me thy simple creed, that, living, I + May live like thee, and as serenely die! + +E.F. GREEN. + + +TO THE UNNAMED FALL IN THE YOSEMITE VALLEY. + + Thou needest not that any man should name thee; + God counts thine ethereal jewels, one by one; + And, lest some selfish, inappropriate word should claim thee, + Silent, we watch thee sparkle in the sun. + +BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. + + + +MAY 24. + + +The white man calls it Bridal Veil. To the Indian it is Po-ho-no, +Spirit of the Evil Wind. + +The white man, in passing, pauses to watch the filmy cloud that hangs +there like a thousand yards of tulle flung from the crest of the rocky +precipice, wafted outward by the breeze that blows ever and always +across the Bridal Veil Meadows. By the light of the mid-afternoon the +veil seems caught half-way with a clasp of bridal gems, seven-hued, +evanescent; now glowing with color, now fading to clear white sun rays +before the eye. + +BERTHA H. SMITH, +in _Yosemite Legends._ + + + +MAY 25. + + +MATCHLESS YOSEMITE. + + High on Cloud's Rest, behind the misty screen, + Thy Genius sits! The secrets of thy birth + Within its bosom locked! What power can rend + The veil, and bid it speak--that spirit dumb, + Between two worlds, enthroned upon a Sphinx? + Guard well thine own, thou mystic spirit! Let + One place remain where Husbandry shall fear + To tread! One spot on earth inviolate, + As it was fashioned in eternity! + +FRED EMERSON BROOKS, +in _Old Abe and Other Poems._ + + +You ask for my picture. I have never had one taken. I have my reasons. +One is that a man always seems to me most of an ass when smirking on +cardboard. + +GERTRUDE ATHERTON, +in _Rulers of Kings._ + + + +MAY 26. + + +INVITATION TO AN INDIAN FEAST IN YOSEMITE. + +As the time of the feast drew near, runners were sent across the +mountains, carrying a bundle of willow sticks, or a sinew cord or leaf +of dried grass tied with knots, that the Monos might know how many +suns must cross the sky before they should go to Ah-wah-nee to share +the feast of venison with their neighbors. And the Monos gathered +together baskets of pinion nuts, and obsidian arrow-heads, and strings +of shells, to carry with them to give in return for acorns and +chinquapin nuts and basket willow. + +BERTHA H. SMITH, +in _Yosemite Legends._ + + + +MAY 27. + + +It is owing to the ever active missionary spirit among the Friars +Minor (Franciscans) that millions upon millions of American Indians +have obtained the Christian faith. The children of St. Francis were, +indeed, the principal factors in the very discovery of America, +inasmuch as the persons most prominently connected with that event +belonged to the Seraphic Family. Fr. Juan Perez de Marchena, the +friend and counsellor of Christopher Columbus, was the guardian or +superior of the Franciscan monastery at La Rabida; * * * and the great +navigator likewise belonged to the Third Order. + +FR. ZEPHYRIN, +in _Missions and Missionaries of California._ + + + +MAY 28. + + +JUNIPERO SERRA. + + Not with the clash of arms or conquering fleet + He came, who first upon this kindly shore + Planted the Cross. No heralds walked before; + But, as the Master bade, with sandalled feet, + Weary and bleeding oft, he crossed the wild. + Carrying glad tidings to the untutored child + Of Nature; and that gracious mother smiled, + And made the dreary waste to bloom once more. + Silently, selflessly he went and came; + He sought to live and die unheard of men-- + Praise made his pale cheek glow as if with shame. + A hundred years and more have passed since then. + And yet the imprint of his feet today + Is traced in flowers from here to Monterey. + +MARY E. MANNIX. + + + +MAY 29. + + + San Gabriel! + I stand and wonder at thy walls + So old, so quaint; a glory falls + Upon them as I view the past. + And read the story which thou hast + Preserved so well. + + * * * * * + + San Gabriel! + What souls were they who fashioned thee + To be a blessed charity! + What faith was theirs who bore the cross, + And counted wealth and ease but loss, + Of Christ to tell! + + * * * * * + + San Gabriel! + A glamour of the ancient time + Remains with thee! Thou hast the rhyme + Of some old poem, and the scent + Of some old rose's ravishment + Naught can dispel! + + * * * * * + +LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN, +in _A Parable of the Rose._ + + + +MAY 30. + + + Wherever a green blade looks up, + A leaf lisps mystery, + Whereso a blossom holds its cup + A mist rings land or sea, + Wherever voice doth utter sound + Or silence make her round-- + There worship; it is holy ground. + +JOHN VANCE CHENEY, +_The Grace of the Ground_, in _Poems._ + + + +MAY 31. + + +TO MOUNT WILSON. + + Thou mystic one! Thou prophet hoar! + Thy teachings quicken--man's shall fade. + Ere man was dust thou wert before; + Thy bosom for his resting place was made. + And when thou tak'st in thy embrace + And hold'st me up against the sky + And Earth's fair 'broideries I trace-- + All girdled in by circling bands that tie + Unto her side my destiny-- + Then unto me thou dost make clear + Why with Life's essence here I'm thrilled. + Then all thy prophecies I hear, + And in my being feel them all fulfilled. + And as the narrow rim of eye + Contains the vast and all-encircling sky. + So in the confines of the soul + The undulating universe may roll. + And out in space, my soul set free, + I turn an astral forged key + Which opes the door 'twixt God and me, + I hear the secrets of Eternity! + In Immortality I trust, + Believing that the cosmic dust-- + Alike in man and skies star-sown-- + Is pollen from the Amaranth blown. + +LANNIE HAYNES MARTIN. + + + Pause upon the gentle hillside, view San Carlos by the sea + 'Gainst pale light a shape Morisco wrought in faded tapestry. + 'Neath Mt. Carmel's brooding shadow, peaceful lies the storied pile, + And the white-barred river near it sings a requiem all the while. + + * * * * * + + Where were roofs of tiles or thatches, roughest mounds mark every + side, + And where once the busy courtyard searching winds find crevice wide. + + * * * * * + +AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL, +in _A California Pilgrimage._ + + + +JUNE 1. + + +In fifteen years the Mission of San Juan Bautista had erected one of +the most beautiful and ornate chapels in Alta California, which, +together with the necessary buildings for the padres, living rooms and +dormitories for the neophytes, storehouses and corrals for the grain +and cattle, formed three sides of a patio two hundred feet square, +with the corrals leading away beyond. The Indians, with only a few +teachers and helpers, had done all this work. + +MRS. A.S.C. FORBES, +in _Mission Tales in the Days of the Dons._ + + + +JUNE 2. + + +From his (the Indian's) point of view there is perhaps love; even, +it may be, romance. Much depends upon the standpoint one takes. The +hills that look high from the valley, seem low looking down from +the mountain. * * * For the world over, under white skin or skin +of bronze-brown, the human heart throbs the same; for we are +brothers--aye, brothers all! + +IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, +in _Loom of the Desert._ + + +We had seen the spire of the Episcopal Church, which forms so pleasing +a feature in the bosom of the valley, pale and fade from sight; the +lofty walls of the old Mission of San Gabriel were no longer visible +Suddenly from out the silence and gathering shades fell upon our ears +a chime so musical and sweet, so spiritually clear and delicate, that +had honest John Bunyan heard it he might well have deemed himself +arrived at the land of Beulah. * * * It was the hour of vespers at +the Old Mission. + +BEN C. TRUMAN, +in _Semi-Tropical California._ + + + +JUNE 3. + + +The Mission San Gabriel and its quadrangle of buildings made a +beautiful picture. It nestled against distant hills, and neither stood +out from the dim background nor entirely melted within it. It +attracted the eye--this pink, yellow-gray of the little stone church +crowned with dull-reddish tile, and supported by a bulwark of quaint +buttresses. The picture was perfect--but since then the chill hands of +both temblor and tempest have touched rudely the charm and blighted +the pride of all of the California Missions--San Gabriel Archangel. + +MRS. A.S.C. FORBES, +in _Mission Tales in the Days of the Dons._ + + + +JUNE 4. + + +Obey my word, O Ten-ie-ya, and your people shall be many as the blades +of grass, and none shall dare to bring war unto Ah-wah-nee. But look +you ever, my son, against the white horsemen of the great plains +beyond, for once they have crossed the western mountains, your tribe +will scatter as the dust before the desert wind, and never come +together again. + +BERTHA H. SMITH, +in _Yosemite Legends._ + + +San Juan, Aunt Phoebe, is one of the places where there is an old +Mission. People in this country (California) think a great deal of +them. I've remarked to Ephraim, "Many's the time," says I, "that the +Missions seem to do more real good than the churches. They get hold of +the people better, somehow. I'll be real glad to set me down in one, +and I do hope they'll have some real lively hymns to kind of cheer us +up." + +ALBERTA LAWRENCE, +in _The Travels of Phoebe Ann._ + + + +JUNE 5. + + +In proper California fashion we made our nooning by the roadside, +pulling up under the shade of a hospitable sycamore and turning +Sorreltop out to graze. We drew water from a traveling little river +close at hand, made a bit of camp-fire with dry sticks that lay about, +and in half an hour were partaking of chops and potatoes and tea to +the great comfort of our physical nature. + +CHARLES FRANCIS SAUNDERS, +in _A Pala Pilgrimage, The Travel Magazine._ + + + +JUNE 6. + + +Yellow-white the Mission gleamed like an opal in a setting of velvety +ranges under turquoise skies. About its walls were the clustered +adobes of the Mexicans, like children creeping close to the feet of +the one mother; and beyond that the illimitable ranges of mesa and +valley, of live-oak groves and knee-deep meadows, of countless springs +and canyons of mystery, whence gold was washed in the freshets; and +over all, eloquent, insistent, appealing, the note of the meadow-lark +cutting clearly through the hoof-beats of the herd and the calls of +the vaqueros. + +MARAH ELLIS RYAN, +in _For the Soul of Rafael._ + + +The missions should be thought of today as they were at their best, +when, after thirty years of struggle and hardship, they had attained +the height of their usefulness, which was followed by thirty years of +increase and prosperity, material as well as spiritual--the proud +outcome of so humble a beginning--before their final passing away. + +CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER, +in _The Missions of Nueva California._ + + + +JUNE 7. + + +Already the Emperor has given to us many fine paintings, vestments and +a chime of sweetest bells. How we long to hear them calling out over +the sea of vast silence, turning the white quiet into coral hues of +deeper thrill! The church bells singing to the people of Al-lak-shak, +recall the wandering Padres' labors among your thousands here in +California. Those who cannot understand the great words of the +teachers may look upon the beauteous pictures of the Madonna and the +Child; all can understand that love. + +MRS. A.S.C. FORBES, +in _Mission Tales in the Days of the Dons._ + + + +JUNE 8. + + +JUNE. (IN CALIFORNIA.) + + Oh June! thou comest once again + With bales of hay and sheaves of grain, + That make the farmer's heart rejoice, + And anxious herds lift up their voice. + I hear thy promise, sunny maid, + Sound in the reapers' ringing blade. + And in the laden harvest wain + That rumbles through the stubble plain. + Ye tell a tale of bearded stacks. + Of busy mills and floury sacks, + Of cars oppressed with cumbrous loads, + Hard curving down their iron roads + Of vessels speeding to the breeze. + Their snowy sails in stormy seas. + While bearing to some foreign land + The products of this Golden Strand. + +PALMER COX, +in _Comic Yarns._ + + + +JUNE 9. + + +MADAME MODJESKA'S DEVOTION TO THE CATHOLIC CHURCH. + +During the hey-day of A.P.A.-ism in this section, Madame Modjeska +returned from a triumphant tour and played for a week in Los Angeles. +* * * She selected as her principal piece--Mary Stuart. * * * At the +final scene of the play, as Mary Stuart passes out to her execution, +Modjeska in the title-role held us spellbound by the intense emotions +of the situation. The sight of her beautiful face, upturned to heaven, +showing the expression of the zeal and fervor of her Catholic heart, +was intensified by the manner in which she carried the crucifix and +rosary in her hand, and was the last glimpse of her as she disappeared +from the stage. There was a thrill passed over the audience, which had +its effect, not only upon the unbeliever, but likewise upon the +pusillanimous member of the church. + +JOSEPH SCOTT, +in _The Tidings._ + + + +JUNE 10. + + + The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown, + And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone; + Its roof of tiles, in tiers on tiers, + Had stood the storms of a hundred years. + An olden, weird, medieval style + Clung to the mouldering, gloomy pile, + And the rhythmic voice of the breaking waves + Sang a lonesome dirge in its land of graves. + Strangely awed I felt, that day, + As I walked in the Mission old and gray-- + The Mission Carmel at Monterey. + +MADGE MORRIS WAGNER, +in _Mystery of Carmel._ + + + +JUNE 11. + + +Up to the American invasion, the traveler in California found welcome +in whatsoever house. Not food and bed and tolerance only, but warm +hearts and home. Fresh clothing was laid out in his chamber. His jaded +horse went to the fenceless pasture; a new and probably better steed +was saddled at the door when the day came that he must go. And in the +houses which had it, a casual fistful of silver lay upon his table, +from which he was expected to help himself against his present needs. +It was a society in which hotels could not survive (even long after +they were attempted) because every home was open to the stranger; and +orphan asylums were impossible. Not because fathers and mothers never +died, but because no one was civilized enough to shirk orphans. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS. +in _The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, +August_, 1892. + + + +JUNE 12. + + +Go as far as you dare in the heart of a lonely land, you cannot go so +far that life and death are not before you. Painted lizards slip in +and out of rock crevices, and pant on the white-hot sands. Birds, +humming-birds even, nest in the cactus scrub; woodpeckers befriend the +demoniac yuccas; out of the stark, treeless waste rings the music of +the night-singing mocking bird. If it be summer and the sun well down, +there will be a burrowing owl to call. Strange, furry, tricksey things +dart across the open places, or sit motionless in the conning towers +of the creosote. + +MARY AUSTIN, +in _The Land of Little Rain._ + + + +JUNE 13. + + +EL CAMINO REAL. + +_El Camino Real_--"The Royal Road," is the poetic name given to +the original government road of Spanish California that joined the +missions from San Diego to San Francisco de Solano. The route selected +by the Franciscan Fathers was the most direct road that was +practicable, connecting their four Presidios, three Pueblos and +twenty-one Missions. By restoring this road and making it a State +Highway with the twenty-one missions as stations, California will +come to possess the most historic, picturesque, romantic and unique +boulevard in the world. + +MRS. A.S.C. FORBES, +in _Missions and Landmarks._ + + + +JUNE 14. + + +Because we have such faith in the charms of California; because we +have such faith in the future of our city that we believe that once +strangers come here they will remain in it, as of old the hero +remained in the land of the ever-young; because we believe that this +state can support ten, aye, twenty times its present population, we +extend an invitation to all home-seekers, no matter where found. Come +to California! Its valleys are wide open for all to come through and +build therein their homes of peace. Its coasts teem with wealth. The +riches of its mountains have not been half exploited. We believe that +all that is necessary to fill this State with a great and prosperous +population is that the people should see the State and know it as it +is. + +FATHER P.C. YORKE, +in _The Warder of Two Continents._ + + + +JUNE 15. + + +EL CAMINO REAL. + + It's a long road and sunny, and the fairest in the world-- + There are peaks that rise above it in their sunny mantles curled, + And it leads from the mountains through a hedge of chaparral, + Down to the waters where the sea gulls call. + It's a long road and sunny, it's a long road and old. + And the brown padres made it for the flocks of the fold; + They made it for the sandals of the sinner-folk that trod + From the fields in the open to the shelter-house of God. + + * * * * * + + We will take the road together through the morning's golden glow, + And will dream of those who trod it in the mellowed long ago. + +JOHN S. MCGROARTY, +in _Just California._ + + + +JUNE 16. + + +Mrs. Bryton surveyed the coarse furnishings of the adobe with disgust +as she was led to the one room where she could secure sleeping +accommodation. It contained three beds with as many different colored +spreads, queer little pillows, and drawn-work on one towel hanging on +a nail. The floor had once been tiled with square mission bricks; but +many were broken, some were gone, and the empty spaces were so many +traps for unwary feet. + +MARAH ELLIS RYAN, +in _For the Soul of Rafael._ + + + +JUNE 17. + + +Of all the old grandees who, not forty years before, had called the +Californias their own; living a life of Arcadian magnificence, +troubled by few cares, a life of riding over vast estates clad in silk +and lace, _botas_ and _sombreros_, mounted upon steeds as +gorgeously caparisoned as themselves, eating, drinking, serenading at +the gratings of beautiful women, gambling, horse-racing, taking part +in splendid religious festivals, with only the languid excitement of +an occasional war between rival governors to disturb the placid +surface of their lives--of them all Don Roberto was a man of wealth +and consequence today. + +GERTRUDE ATHERTON, +in _The Californians._ + + + +JUNE 18. + + +The house was a ruinous adobe in the old Mexican quarter of Los +Angeles. The great, bare, whitewashed room contained only the altar +and a long mirror in a tarnished gilt frame; one, the symbol of +earthly vanity; the other, the very portal of heaven. All the carved +mahogany furniture had long since gone to buy food and charcoal or a +rare black gown. + +AMANDA MATHEWS, +in _The Old Pueblo._ + + +All sorts of men came here in early days--poor men of good family who +had failed at home, or were too proud to work there; desperadoes, +adventurers, men of middle life and broken fortunes--all of them +expecting everything from the new land, and ready to tear the heart +out of any one who got in their way. * * * Of course, there are +Californians and Californians. + +GERTRUDE ATHERTON, +in _A Whirl Asunder._ + + + +JUNE 19. + + +Beneath the surface--ah, there lie a numerous host, sad relics of +bygone times. In our cities in poverty, wretchedness, and, alas! too +often in dissipation, or, happier fate, in canyon or on hillside where +woodman's axe is heard, one may find men wearily, sadly, often +faithfully performing their daily labor who were born heirs to leagues +of land where ranged mighty herds of cattle and horses--men who as +boys, perhaps, played their games of quoits with golden slugs from the +Indian baskets sitting about the courtyard of their fathers' houses. + +HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, +in _Some of Our Spanish Families._ + + + +JUNE 20. + + +Jameson's cord led out to the Spanish quarter. Some old senoras, their +heads covered with shawls, their clothes redolent with the smell of +garlic, from time to time shambled across his pathway. They were heavy +old women, in worn flapping slippers and uncorseted figures. * * * +With them, this saying, "It is time to be old," to throw down the game +like some startled player, and cast one's self on the mercies of the +Virgin, had come twenty years or so before it should. + +FRANCES CHARLES, +in _The Siege of Youth._ + + +A JUNE WEDDING. + + The sweetheart of Summer weds today-- + Pride of the Wild Rose clan: + A Butterfly fay + For a bridesmaid gay, + And a Bumblebee for best man. + +CHARLES ELMER JENNEY, +in _Out West, June_, 1902. + + + +JUNE 21. + + +They went to a one-room adobe on the plaza. A rich, greasy odor came +out from it with puffs of the onion-laden smoke of frying things which +blurred the light of the one candle set in the neck of a bottle. * * * +In the centre of the floor a circle of blackened stones held a fire of +wood coals, on the top of which rested a big clay griddle. Cakes of +ground corn were frying there, and on the stove were _enchiladas_ +and _tamales_ and _chili-con-carne_ being kept warm. The air +was thick with the pungent, strong smells. + +GWENDOLEN OVERTON, +in _The Golden Chain._ + + + +JUNE 22. + + +The homely house furnishings seemed to leap out of the darkness; the +stove, the littered table, and the couch, the iron crucifix, and the +carved cradle in the corner--all his long life Juan will see them +so--and 'Cencion turned; the dusky veil was blown and rent like the +sea mist, revealing--Holy Mother of Heaven! her father, Cenaga, the +outlaw! Juan Lopez fell on his knees below the window, the smoking +rifle clattered from his broken grasp, and the missile sped, aimless +and harmless, high into the adobe wall. + +GERTRUDE B. MILLARD, +in _An Outlaw's Daughter, S.F. Argonaut, Nov._, 1896. + + +IN HUMBOLDT. + + Dim in the noonday fullness, + Dark in the day's sweet morn-- + So sacred and deep are the canyons + Where the beautiful rivers are born. + +LILLIAN H. SHUEY, +in _Among the Redwoods._ + + + +JUNE 23. + + +The glow of the days of Comstock glory was still in the air. San +Francisco was still the city of gold and silver. The bonanza kings had +not left it, but were trying to accommodate themselves to the palaces +they were rearing with their loose millions. Society yet retained its +cosmopolitan tone, careless, brilliant, and unconventional. There were +figures in it that had made it famous--men who began life with a pick +and shovel and ended it in an orgy of luxury; women, whose habits of +early poverty fell off them like a garment, and who, carried away by +their power, displayed the barbaric caprices of Roman empresses. + +The sudden possession of vast wealth had intoxicated this people, +lifting them from the level of the commonplace into a saturnalia of +extravagance. Poverty, the only restraint many of them had ever felt, +was gone. Money had made them lawless, whimsical, bizarre. It had +developed all-conquering personalities, potent individualities. They +were still playing with it, wondering at it, throwing it about. + +GERALDINE BONNER, +in _Tomorrow's Tangle._ + + + +JUNE 24. + + +Menlo Park, originally a large Spanish grant, had long since been cut +up into country places for what may be termed the "Old Families of San +Francisco!" The eight or ten families that owned this haughty precinct +were as exclusive, as conservative, as any group of ancient families +in Europe. Many of them had been established here for twenty years, +none for less than fifteen. This fact set the seal of gentle blood +upon them for all time in the annals of California. + +GERTRUDE ATHERTON, +in _The Californians._ + + + +JUNE 25. + + +John Bidwell, prince of California pioneers, was my chief in a +memorable camping trip in the northern Sierras. What a magnificent +camper was Bidwell! What a world of experience, what a wealth of +reminiscence! What a knowledge; what unbounded hospitality! Not while +life lasts can I forget the gentle yet commanding greatness of this +man, whose friendships and benefactions were as broad as his spreading +acres of Rancho Chico. + +ROCKWELL D. HUNT, +in _Camping Out in California, Overland Monthly, +September_, 1907. + + + +JUNE 26. + + +The average stage-driver merits one's liveliest gratitude. He is the +essence of good nature and thoughtfulness. His stories, tinctured by +his own quaint personality, ward off the drowsy wings of sleep and +materially shorten the long hours of the night. * * * To the +households scattered along his route he is the never-failing bearer of +letters, and newspapers, and all sorts of commodities, from a sack of +flour to a spool of cotton. His interest in their individual needs is +universal, and the memory he displays is simply phenomenal. He has +traveled up and down among them for many years, and calls each one by +his or her given name, and in return is treated by them as one of the +family. He is sympathetic and friendly without impertinence, and in +spite of your aching head and disjointed bones, you feel an +undercurrent of regret that civilization will soon do away with these +fresh and original characters. + +NINETTA EAMES, +in _Overland Monthly, January_, 1888. + + + +JUNE 27. + + +When the June sunshine gladdened the Sacramento Valley, three little +bare-footed girls walked here and there among the homes and tents of +Sutter's Fort. They were scantily clothed, and one carried a thin +blanket. At night they said their prayers, lay down in whatever tent +they happened to be, and, folding the blanket about them, fell asleep +in each other's arms. When they were hungry they asked food of +whomsoever they met. If anyone inquired who they were, they answered +as their mother had taught them: "We are the children of Mr. and Mrs. +George Donner." But they added something which they had learned since. +It was: "And our parents are dead." + +C.F. McGLASHAN, +in _History of the Donner Party._ + + + +JUNE 28. + + +This cart was gaily decorated with a canopy which was in fact an +exquisitely embroidered silken bedspread. The background was of +grass-green silk, embroidered over the entire field with brightest red +and yellow, pink and white roses, with intertwining leaves and stems, +making the old _carreta_ appear to be a real rose-bower blooming +along the King's Highway. From the edges hung a rich, deep, silken +knotted fringe. Beneath the heavy fringe again hung lace curtains. + +MRS. A.S.C. FORBES, +in _Mission Tales in the Days of the Dons._ + + +A half-naked beggar will find a dirty ribbon out of an ash-barrel to +ornament himself, if he happens to be a she. * * * We women are such +striking guys without our first little aids to the ugly. + +MIRIAM MICHELSON, +in _Anthony Overman._ + + + +JUNE 29. + + +During this unsettled period (1849), the "judge of first instance," or +alcalde, sat each day in the little school-room on the plaza of San +Francisco, trying cases, and rendering that speedy justice that was +then more desirable than exact justice, since men's time, in those +early days of 1849, was worth from sixteen dollars to one hundred +dollars per day. The judge listened to brief arguments, announced his +decision, took his fees, and called up another case; hardly once in a +hundred trials was there any thought of an appeal to the Governor at +Monterey. + +CHARLES HOWARD SHINN, +in _Mining-Camps._ + + + +JUNE 30. + + +Like the senators Cineas found at Rome, they were an assembly of +kings, above law, who dealt out justice fresh and evenly balanced as +from the hand of the eternal. In all the uprisings in California there +has never been manifested any particular penchant on the part of the +people for catching and hanging criminals. They do not like it. +Naturally the law detests vigilance because vigilance is a standing +reproach to law. Let the law look to it and do its duty. + +HUBERT HOWE BANCROFT, +in _Popular Tribunals._ + + +AMONG THE MARIPOSA BIG TREES. + + Older than man or beast or bird, + Ancient when God first spake and Adam heard-- + We gaze with souls profoundly stirred + And plead for one revealing word. + But the great trees all are silent. + +BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. + + + +JULY 1. + + +VINTAGE IN THE GOLDEN LAND. + + O fruit of changeless, ever-changing beauty! + Heavy with summer and the gift of love-- + Caressingly I gather and lay you down; + Ensilvered as with dew, the innocent bloom + Of quiet days, yet thrilling with the warmth + Of life--tumultuous blood o' the earth! + The vital sap, the honey-laden juice + Dripping with ripeness, yields to murmuring bee + A pleasant burden; and the meadow-lark + With slow, voluptuous beak the nectar drinks + From the pierced purple. + + * * * * * + + How good it is, to sense the vineyard life! + To touch the fresh-veined leaves, the straggling stems, + The heavy boughs that bend along the ground; + And like a gay Bacchante, pluck the fruit + And taste the imperial flavors, beauty-wild + And singing child-songs with the bee and bird, + Deep in the vineyard's heart, 'neath the open sky-- + Wide, wide, and blue, filled with sun-flooded space + And the silent song of the ripening of days!-- + Eternal symbol of the bearing earth-- + Harvest and vintage. + +RUBY ARCHER. + + + +JULY 2. + + +Whatever you believe when you are alone at night with the little imp +of conscience seated on the bedpost and whispering to you what to do, +whatever you believe to be best for yourself and best for your city at +that time, you do that thing and you won't be far wrong. + +ANDREW FURUSETH. + + + +JULY 3. + + +Above an elevation of four thousand feet timber is quite abundant. +Along the river-bottoms and low grounds the sycamore is found as +clean-limbed, tall and stately as elsewhere. The cottonwood, too, is +common, though generally dwarfed, scraggy and full of dead limbs. A +willow still more scraggy, and having many limbs destroyed with +mistletoe, is often found in the same places. The elder rises above +the dignity of a shrub, or under-shrub, but can hardly be found a +respectable tree. Two varieties of oak are common, and the alder forms +here a fine tree along the higher water-courses. + +T.S. VAN DYKE, +in _Southern California._ + + + +JULY 4. + + +A WESTERN FOURTH. + + Here, where Peralta's cattle used to stray; + Here, where the Spaniards in their early day + Rode, jingling, booted, spurred, nor ever guessed + Our race would own the land by them possessed; + Here, where Castilian bull-fights left their stain + Of blood upon the soil of this New Spain; + Here, where old live-oaks, spared till we condemn. + Still wait within this city named for them-- + We celebrate, with bombshell and with rhyme + Our noisiest Day of Days of yearly time! + O bare Antonio's hills that rim our sky-- + Antonio's hills, that used to know July + As but a time of sleep beneath the sun-- + Such days of languorous dreaming are all done! + +MARY BAMFORD, +in _Fourth of July Celebration, Oakland_, 1902. + + + +JULY 5. + + +THE LIVE-OAKS. + + In massy green, upon the crest + Of many a slanting hill, + By gentle wind and sun caressed, + The live-oaks carry still + A ponderous head, a sinewy breast, + A look of tameless will. + They plant their roots full firmly deep, + As for the avalanche; + And warily and strongly creep + Their slow trunks to the branch; + A subtle, devious way they keep, + Thrice cautious to be stanch. + A mighty hospitality + At last the builders yield, + For man and horse and bird and bee + A hospice and a shield, + Whose monolithic mystery + A curious power concealed. + +RUBY ARCHER, +in _Los Angeles Times._ + + + +JULY 6. + + +FATE AND I. + + "Thine the fault, not mine," I cried. + Brooding bitterly, + And Fate looked grim and once again + Closed in and grappled me. + "Mine, not thine, the fault," I said, + Discerning verity, + And Fate arose and clasped my hand + And made a man of me. + +HAROLD S. SYMMES, +in _The American Magazine, April_, 1909. + + + +JULY 7. + + +THE BROTHERHOOD OF TREES. + + Dear brotherhood of trees! With you we find + Robust and hearty friendship, free from all + The laws of petty gods men travail for. + No wrangle here o'er things of small avail-- + No knavery, nor charity betrayed-- + But comrade beings--'Stalwart, steadfast, good. + You help the world in the noblest way of all-- + By living nobly--showing in your lives + The utmost beauty, the full power and love + That through your wisdom and your long desire + Thrill in your vibrant veins from heart of earth. + Open your arms, O Trees, for us who come + With woodland longings in our pilgrim souls! + +RUBY ARCHER. + + + +JULY 8. + + +The scene was a ravine that had been cloven into the flank of a mighty +mountain as if by the stroke of a giant's axe. For about half a mile +this gash ran sharp and narrow; but at the upper end, the resting +place of the travelers, it widened into a spacious amphitheatre, +dotted with palm trees that rose with clean cylindrical boles sixty to +eighty feet before spreading their crowns of drooping leafage against +the azure of a cloudless sky--a wonderful touch of Egypt and the East +to surroundings typical of the American Far West. + +EDMUND MITCHELL, +in _In Desert Keeping._ + + + The noblest life--the life of labor; + The noblest love--the love of neighbor. + +LORENZO SOSSO, +in _Wisdom for the Wise._ + + + +JULY 9. + + +THE LIVE OAKS AT MENLO PARK. + +The road wound for some half mile through a stretch of uncultivated +land, dotted with the forms of huge live-oaks. The grass beneath them +was burnt gray and was brittle and slippery. The massive trees, some +round and compact and so densely leaved that they were impervious to +rain as an umbrella, others throwing out long, gnarled arms as if +spellbound in some giant throe of pain, cast vast slanting shadows +upon the parched ground. Some seemed, like trees in Dore's drawings, +to be endowed with a grotesque, weird humanness of aspect, as though +an imprisoned dryad or gnome were struggling to escape, causing the +mighty trunk to bow and writhe, and sending tremors of life along each +convulsed limb. A mellow hoariness marked them all, due to their own +richly subdued coloring and the long garlands of silvery moss that +hung from their boughs like an old, rich growth of hair. + +GERALDINE BONNER, +in _Tomorrow's Tangle._ + + + +JULY 10. + + +MADRONA. + +No other of our trees, to those who know it in its regions of finest +development, makes so strong an appeal to man's imagination--to his +love of color, of joyful bearing, of sense of magic, of surprise and +change. He walks the woods in June or July and rustles the mass of +gold-brown leaves fresh fallen under foot, or rides for unending weeks +across the Mendocino ranges--and always with a sense of fresh interest +and stimulation at the varying presence of this tree. + +W.L. JEPSON, +in _Trees of California._ + + + +JULY 11. + + +THE WOODS OF THE WEST. + + Oh, woods of the west, leafy woods that I love. + Where through the long days I have heard + The prayer of the wind in the branches above, + And the tremulous song of the bird. + Where the clust'ring blooms of the dog-wood hang o'er-- + White stars in the dusk of the pine, + And down the dim aisles of the old forest pour + The sunbeams that melt into wine! + + * * * * * + + Oh, woods of the west, I am sighing today + For the sea-songs your voices repeat, + For the evergreen glades, for the glades far away + From the stifling air of the street, + And I long, ah, I long to be with you again + And to dream in that region of rest. + Forever apart from this warring of men-- + Oh, wonderful woods of the west! + +HERBERT BASHFORD, +in _At the Shrine of Song._ + + + +JULY 12. + + +The Mohave yucca is a remarkable plant, which resembles in its nature +both the cactus and the palm. It is found nowhere save in the Mohave +Desert. It attains a height of thirty or forty feet, and the trunk, +often two or three feet in diameter, supports half a dozen irregular +branches, each tipped with a cluster of spine-like leaves. The +flowers, which are of a dingy white color, come out in March and last +until May, giving off a disagreeable odor. The fruit, however, which +is two or three inches long, is pulpy and agreeable, resembling a date +in flavor. + +ARTHUR J. BURDICK, +in _The Mystic Mid-Region._ + + + +JULY 13 AND 14. + + +Throughout the coast region, except in the extreme north, this Live +Oak is the most common and characteristic tree of the Coast Range +valleys which it beautifies with low broad heads whose rounded +outlines are repeated in the soft curves of the foothills. Disposed in +open groves along the bases of low hills, fringing the rich lands +along creeks or scattered by hundreds or thousands over the fertile +valley floors, the eyes of the early Spanish explorers dwelt on the +thick foliage of the swelling crowns and read the fertility of the +land in these evergreen oaks which they called Encina. The chain of +Franciscan Missions corresponded closely to the general range of the +Live Oak although uniformly well within the margin of its geographical +limits both eastward and northward. The vast assemblage of oaks in the +Santa Clara Valley met the eyes of Portola, discoverer of San +Francisco Bay, in 1769, and a few years later, Crespi, in the +narrative of the expedition of 1772, called the valley the "Plain of +Oaks of the Port of San Francisco." Then came Vancouver, Englishman +and discoverer. Although he was the first to express a just estimate +of the Bay of San Francisco, which he declared to be as fine as any +port in the world, nevertheless it is his felicitous and appreciative +description of the groves of oaks, the fertile soil (of which they +were a sign), and the equable climate that one reads between his lines +of 1792 the prophecy of California's later empire. + +W.L. JEPSON, +in _Silva of California._ + + + +JULY 15. + + +Huge live-oaks, silvered with a boar of lichen, stretched their boughs +in fantastic frenzies. Gray fringes of moss hung from them, and +tangled screens of clematis and wild grape caught the sunlight in +their flickering meshes or lay over mounds of foliage like a torn +green veil. * * * + +For nearly two miles the carriage drive wound upward through this +sylvan solitude. As it approached the house a background of emerald +lawns shone through the interlacing branches, and brilliant bits of +flower beds were set like pieces of mosaic between gray trunks. + +GERALDINE BONNER, +in _The Pioneer._ + + + +JULY 16. + + +The Yellow Pine is the most abundant and widely distributed tree of +the forests of California and is particularly characteristic of the +Sierra Nevada, where it attains its finest development. The largest +trees most commonly grow along the ridges and it is the ridges which +the trails ordinarily follow. Here the traveler may journey day after +day, over needle-carpeted or grassy ground, mostly free of underbrush, +amidst great clean shafts 40 to 150 feet high, of really massive +proportions but giving a sense of lightness by reason of their color, +symmetry, and great height. No two trunks in detail of bark are +modeled exactly alike, for each has its own particular finish; so it +is that the eye never wearies of the fascination of the Yellow Pine +but travels contentedly from trunk to trunk and wanders satisfyingly +up and down their splendid columns--the finest of any pine. + +W.L. JEPSON, +in _Silva of California._ + + + +JULY 17. + + +MENDOCINO. + + A vast cathedral by the western sea, + Whose spires God set in majesty on high, + Peak after peak of forests to the sky, + Blended in one vast roof of greenery. + The nave, a river broadening to the sea: + The aisles, deep canyons of eternal build; + The transepts, valleys with God's splendor filled; + The shrines, white waterfalls in leaf-laced drapery; + The choir stands westward by the sounding shore; + The cliffs like beetling pipes set high in air; + Roll from the beach the thunders crashing there; + The high wind-voices chord the breakers' roar; + And wondrous harmonies of praise and prayer + Swell to the forest altars evermore. + +LILLIAN H. SHUEY, +in _Among the Redwoods._ + + + +JULY 18. + + +They were passing an orange-grove, and they entered a road bordered +with scarlet geraniums that wound for a mile through eucalyptus trees, +past artificial lakes where mauve water-lilies floated in the sun, and +boats languorously invited occupants. Finally they came upon a smooth +sward like that of an English park, embellished with huge date-palms, +luxuriant magnolias, and regal banana-trees. Then they passed a brook +tumbling in artificial cascades between banks thick with mossy ferns, +and bright with blossoms. The children led their companion beneath fig +and bay trees through an Italian garden; all of this splendid luxury +of verdure had sprung from the desert as the result of a fortune +patiently spent in irrigation. + +MRS. FREMONT OLDER, +in _The Giants._ + + + +JULY 19. + + +Some men have an eye for trees and an inborn sympathy with these +rooted giants, as if the same sap ran in their own veins. To them +trees have a personality quite as animals have, and, to be sure, there +are "characters" among trees. I knew a solitary yellow pine which +towered in the landscape, the last of its race. Its vast columnal +trunk seemed to loom and expand as one approached. Always there was +distant music in the boughs above, a noble strain descending from the +clouds. Its song was more majestic than that of any other tree, and +fell upon the listening ear with the far-off cadence of the surf, but +sweeter and more lyrical, as if it might proceed from some celestial +harp. Though there was not a breeze stirring below, this vast tree +hummed its mighty song. Apparently its branches had penetrated to +another world than this, some sphere of increasing melody. + +C.H. KIRKHAM, +in _In the Open._ + + + +JULY 20. + + +You will think the gentlemen were fine dandies in those Mexican days, +when I tell you that they often wore crimson velvet knee trousers +trimmed with gold lace, embroidered white shirts, bright green cloth +or velvet jackets with rows and rows of silver buttons and red sashes +with long streaming ends. Their wide-brimmed _sombreros_ (hats) +were trimmed with silver or gold braid and tassels. * * * Each +gentleman wore a large Spanish cloak of rich velvet or embroidered +cloth, and if it rained, he threw over his fine clothes a +_serape_, or square woolen blanket, with a slit cut in the middle +for the head. + +ELLA M. SEXTON, +in _Stories of California._ + + + +JULY 21. + + +ON THE PLANTING OF THE TREES AT THE PACIFIC THEOLOGICAL +SEMINARY, OAKLAND. + + And what shall be the children's tree, + To grow while we are sleeping? + The maple sweet; the manzanete; + The gentle willow weeping; + The larch; the yew; the oak so true, + Kind mother strong and tender; + Or, white and green, in gloss and sheen, + Queen Magnolia's splendor? + One wan, hot noon. His path was strewn, + Whose love did all love quicken, + With leaves of palm while song and psalm + Held all the world to listen. + For His dear sake, the palm we'll take-- + Each frond shall be a prayer + That He will guide, whate'er betide, + Until we meet Him there. + +CHARLES J. WOODBURY. + + + +JULY 22. + + +The landscape, glazed with heat, seemed to faint under the unwinking +glare of the sun. From the parched grass-land and the thickets of +chaparral, pungent scents arose--the ardent odors that the woods of +foot-hill California exhale in the hot, breathless quiescence of +summer afternoons. * * * + +The air came over it in glassy waves, carrying its dry, aromatic +perfume to one's nostrils. On its burnt expanse a few huge live-oaks +rose dark and dome-like, their shadows, black and irregular, staining +the ground beneath them. + +GERALDINE BONNER, +in _The Pioneer._ + + + +JULY 23. + + +With great discomfort and considerable difficulty they threaded this +miniature forest, starting all sorts of wild things as they went on. +Cotton-tail rabbits fled before them. Gophers stuck their heads out of +the ground, and viewed them with jewel-like eyes, then noiselessly +retreated to their underground preserves. Large gray ground squirrels +sat up on their haunches, with bushy tails curled gracefully around +them and wee forepaws dropped downward as if in mimic courtesy, but +scampered off at their approach. Flocks of birds arose from their +feeding grounds, and lizards rustled through the dead leaves. + +FLORA HAINES LOUGHEAD, +in _The Abandoned Claim._ + + + +JULY 24. + + +THE SENTINEL TREE. +(CYPRESS POINT, CALIFORNIA.) + + A giant sentinel, alone it stands + On rocky headland where the breakers roar, + Parted from piny woods and pebbled shore. + Holding out branches as imploring hands. + Poor lonely tree, where never bird doth make + Its nest, or sing at morn and eve to thee, + Nor in whose shadow wild rose calleth bee + To come on gauzy wing for love's sweet sake. + Nature cares for thee, gives thee sunshine gold, + Handfuls of pearls cast from the crested waves, + For thee pink-throated shells soft murmurs hold, + And seaweed vested chorists chant in caves. + Whence came thee, lone one of an alien band. + To guard an outpost of this sunset land? + +GRACE HIBBARD, +in _Forget-me-nots from California._ + + + +JULY 25. + + +IN THE MEXICAN JUNGLE. + +The jungle, however, rang with life. Brilliant birds flew, screaming +at their approach--noisy parrots and macaws; the _gaucamaya_, one +flush of red and gold; a king vulture, raven black save for his +scarlet crest. From the safe height of a saber, monkeys showered +vituperations upon them. Once an _iguana_, great chameleon +lizard, rose under foot and dashed for the nearest water; again a +python wound its slow length across the path. Vegetation was equally +gorgeous, always strange. He saw plants that stung more bitterly than +insects; insects barely distinguishable from plants. Here a tree bore +flowers instead of leaves; there flowers grew as large as trees. * * * +Birds, beasts, flowers--all were strange, all were wonderful. + +HERMAN WHITAKER, +in _The Planter._ + + + +JULY 26. + + +Sitting in the white-paved pergola at Montecito. with overhead a leafy +shelter of pink-flowered passifloras, looking out over the little +lake, its surface dotted with water-lilies, its banks fringed with +drooping shrubs and vines, the hum of the bee and the bird in the +air--I looked down over a wonderful collection of nearly 200 rare +palms and listened to the music that floated up from their waving +branches like that of a thousand silken-stringed eolian harp; and +there came into my mind visions of a people that shall be strong with +the strength of great hills, calm with the calm of a fair sea, united +as are at last the palm and the pine, mighty with the presence of God. + +BELLE SUMNER ANGIER, +in _The Garden Book of California._ + + + +JULY 27. + + +THE GIANT SEQUOIAS. + + O lofty giants of the elder prime! + How may the feeble lips, of mortal, rhyme + A measure fitted to thy statures grand, + As like a gathering of gods ye stand + And raise your solemn arms up to the skies, + While through your leaves pour Ocean's symphonies! + What Druid lore ye know! What ancient rites-- + Gray guardians of ten thousand days and nights, + Watching the stars swim round their sapphire pole, + The ocean surges break about earth's brimming bowl. + The cyclone's driving swirl, the storm-tossed seas. + Hymning for aye their myriad litanies! + + * * * * * + + What dawn of Life saw ye, Grand Prophets old? + What pristine years? What advents manifold? + When first the glaciers in their icy throes + Were grinding thy repasts; and feeding thee with snows? + What earthquake shocks? What changes of the sun? + While ye laughed down their wrack and builded on! + +JOHN WARD STIMSON, +in _Wandering Chords._ + + + +JULY 28. + + +High above on the western cliff a giant head of cactus reared infernal +arms and luminous bloom. One immense clump threw a shadow across the +cliff road where it leaves the river plain and winds along the canyon +to the mesa above the sea--the road over which in the old days the +Mission Indians bore hides to the ships and flung them from the cliffs +to the waiting boats below. + +MARAH ELLIS RYAN, +in _For the Soul of Rafael._ + + + +JULY 29. + + +Distinct from all others, the sequoias are a race apart. The big-tree, +and the redwood of the Coast Range, are the only surviving members of +that ancient family, the giants of the fore-world. Their immense +trunks might be the fluted columns of some noble order of +architecture, surviving its builders like the marble temples of +Greece--columns three hundred feet high and thirty feet through at the +base. Such a vast nave, such majestic aisles, such sublime spires, +only the forest cathedrals know. Symmetrical silver firs, giant cedars +and spruce, grow side by side with sugar pines of vast and irregular +outline, whose huge branches, like outstretched arms, hold aloft the +splendid cones--such is the ancient wood. + +C.H. KIRKHAM, +in _In the Open._ + + + +JULY 30. + + + Said one, "This city, as you know, + Though young in years, as cities go, + Has quite a history to repeat + If records have been kept complete. + Oft has it felt the earthquake shock + That made the strongest building rock. + And more than once 'gone up' in smoke + Till scarce a building sheltered folk. + The citizens can point to spots + Where people fashioned hangman's knots + With nimble fingers, to supply + Some hardened rogues a hempen tie, + Whom _Vigilantes_ and their friends + Saw fit to drop from gable-ends." + +PALMER COX, +in _The Brownies Through California._ + + + +JULY 31. + + +ROSEMARY. + + Indian summer has gone with its beautiful moon. + And all the sweet roses I gathered in June + Are faded. It may be the cloud-sylphs of Even + Have stolen the tints of those roses for Heaven. + O bonnie bright blossom! in the years far away. + So evanished thy bloom on an evening in May. + The sunlight now sleeps in the lap of the west, + And the star-beams are barring its chamber of rest. + While Twilight is weaving her blue-tinted bowers + To mellow the landscape where slumber the flowers. + I would fain learn the music that won thee away, + When the earth was the beautiful temple of May; + For our fancies were measured the bright summer long + To the carols we learned from the lark's morning song. + They still haunt me--those echoes from Child land--but now + My heart beats alone to their musical flow. + _Then_ I never looked up to the portals on high, + For our Heaven was here; and our azure-stained sky + Was the violet mead; the cloud-billows of snow + Were the pale nodding lilies; the roses that glow + On the crown of the hill, gave the soft blushing hue: + The gold was the crocus; the silver, the dew + Which met as it fell, the glad sunlight of smiles. + And wove the gay rainbow of Hope, o'er our aisles. + But the charm of the spring-time has vanished with thee; + To its mystical speech I've forgotten the key; + Yet, if angels and flowers _are_ closely allied, + I may trace thy lost bloom on the blushing hillside; + And when rose-buds are opening their petals in June, + I'll feel thou art near me and teaching the tune. + Which chanted by seraphim, won thee away + On that blossoming eve, from the gardens of May. + +MARY V. TINGLEY LAWRENCE, +in _Poetry of the Pacific._ + + +A VOICE ON THE WIND. + + And out of the West came a voice on the wind: + O seek for the truth and behold, ye shall find! + O strive for the right and behold, ye shall do + All things that the Master commandeth of you. + For love is the truth ye have sought for so long, + And love is the right that ye strove for through wrong. + Love! love spheres our lives with a halo of fire, + But God, how 'tis dimmed by each selfish desire! + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _Idyls of El Dorado_ (out of print). + + + +AUGUST 1. + + +THE AGE OF THE SEQUOIAS. + +Prof. Jordan estimates that the oldest of the sequoias is at least +7000 years old. The least age assigned to it is 5000 years. It was a +giant when the Hebrew Patriarchs were keeping sheep. It was a sapling +when the first seeds of human civilization were germinating on the +banks of the Euphrates and the Nile. It had attained its full growth +before the Apostles went forth to spread the Christian religion. It +began to die before William of Normandy won the battle of Hastings. It +has been dying for a thousand years. And unless some accident comes to +it, it will hardly be entirely dead a thousand years from now. It has +seen the birth, growth and decay of all the generations and tribes and +nations of civilized men. It will see the birth and decay of many more +generations. It is the oldest living thing on the face of the earth. + +G.W. BURTON, +in _Burton's Book on California._ + + + +AUGUST 2. + + + Adown the land great rivers glide + With lyric odes upon their lips, + The sheltered bay with singing tide + Forever woos the storm-tossed ships-- + And yet, for me more magic teems + By California's willowed streams. + + * * * * * + + For some the crowded market place. + The bustle of the jammed bazaars. + The fleeting chance in fortune's race + That ends somewhere amid the stars-- + Give me a chance to gather dreams + By California's willowed streams. + +CLARENCE URMY, +in _Sunset Magazine._ + + + +AUGUST 3. + + +But what the land lacks in trees it nearly makes up in shrubs. Three +varieties of sumac, reaching often as high as fifteen or eighteen +feet, and spreading as many wide, stand thick upon a thousand +hill-sides and fill with green the driest and stoniest ravines. Two +kinds of live oak bushes, two varieties of lilac, one with white, the +other with lavender flowers, the _madrona_, the coffee-berry, the +manzanita, the wild mahogany, the choke-berry, all of brightest green, +with _adenostoma_ and _baccharis_, two dark-green bushes, +looking like red and white cedar, form what is called the chaparral. +Three varieties of dwarf-willow often grow along the water-courses, +and with the elder, wild grape, rose and sweet-briar, all well huddled +together, the chinks filled with nettles and the whole tied together +with long, trailing blackberry vines, often form an interesting +subject of contemplation for one who wants to get on the other side. + +T.S. VAN DYKE, +in _Southern California._ + + + +AUGUST 4. + + +You who would find a new delight in the wild and waste places of the +earth, a new meaning to life, and an enlarged sympathy with your +fellow creatures, should seek them out, not in the books, but in their +homes. One bird learned and known as an individual creature, with a +life all its own, is worth volumes of reading. Listen to their +call-notes; observe their plumage and their motions; seek out their +homes, and note their devotion to their young. Then will the lower +animals become invested with a new dignity, and the homes builded not +with hands will become as sacred as the dwelling-place of your +neighbor. + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _Bird Notes Afield._ + + + +AUGUST 5. + + +THE NAVEL ORANGE 250 YEARS AGO. + +Most Americans know an orange by sight, and we of California count it +a blood relation. We do grow the best orange in the world, and ship +thousands of loads of it in a year; and we have a modest notion that +we invented it, and that we "know oranges." But the handsomest, the +fullest and the most erudite treatise on oranges ever printed does not +derive from California, nor yet from the Only Smart Nation.... On the +contrary, it was printed in Rome in the year 1646.... More accurate +drawings of these fruits have never been printed; and the +illustrations cover not only the varieties and even the "freaks" of +the Golden Apple, but the methods of planting, budding, wall-training +and housing it. Perhaps the point likeliest to jar our complacent +ignorance is the fact that this venerable work describes and pictures +seedless oranges, and even the peculiar "sport," now an established +variety, which we know as the "Navel." Two hundred and fifty seven +years ago it was called the "Female, or Foetus-bearing orange;" but no +one today can draw a better picture, nor a more unmistakable, of a +navel orange. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS, +in _Out West._ + + + +AUGUST 6. + + +THE SIERRA NEVADAS. + + Serene and satisfied! Supreme! As lone + As God, they loom like God's archangels churl'd; + They look as cold as kings upon a throne; + + * * * * * + + A line of battle-tents in everlasting snow. + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + + +AUGUST 7. + + +TO THE VIOLET. + + Welcome little violet, + I gladly welcome thee; + Peeping with thy dewy eyes + So shyly out at me. + + Modest little violet + Hide not thy face away. + I love thee and thy sweet perfume, + Thy purple-hued array. + + Sweetest little violet, + I'll pluck thee gently dear, + I'll nurture thee so tenderly-- + Then have of me no fear. + + Sweetest little violet, + Delight of every heart; + No flow'ret rare is like thee fair, + None praised as thou art. + +BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH. + + + +AUGUST 8. + + +August is a word of dire import in the bird-lover's calendar. It means +virtually the end of the bird season. The wooing and nesting and +rearing the family are all over, and now looms before the feathered +population that annual trouble--the change of dress, the only time in +his life--happy soul!--that he has to concern himself about clothes. + +In the business of getting a new suit he has more trouble than a fine +lady, for he has to shake off the old garments, while getting the new, +bit by bit, here a feather and there a feather, today a new +wing-quill; tomorrow a new plume on his dainty breast. + +OLIVE THORNE MILLER. + + + +AUGUST 9. + + +CHILDREN IN A CALIFORNIA GARDEN. + +Legendry and literature may be taught to your children in the garden. +Tell them the pretty story of how Cupid's mother gave the rose its +thorns; the tale of the sensitive plant; and point out to them the +equipment of the cacti for their strange, hard life on the desert; the +lovely human faces filled with the sweetness of remembrance that we +find in the pansy bed. Show them the delight of the swift-flying +hummingbird in the red and yellow blossoms of the garden, and the +sagacity of the oriole in building his nest near the lantana bush--so +attractive to the insects upon which the scamp feeds. + +BELLE SUMNER ANGIER, +in _The Garden Book of California._ + + + +AUGUST 10. + + +ON JOAQUIN MILLER. + + Sierra's poet! high and pure thy muse + Enthroned doth sit amongst the stars and snows; + And from thy harp olympian music flows, + Of glacier heights and gleaming mountain dews. + Of western sea and burning sunset hues. + And we who look up--who on the plain repose, + And catch faint glimpses of the mount that throws + Athwart thy poet-sight diviner views. + And not alone from starry shrine is strung + Thy lyre, but timed to gentler lay, + That sings of children, motherhood and home, + And lifts our hearts and lives to sweeter day. + Oh, bard of Nature's heart! thy name will rest + Immortal in thy land--our Golden West! + +DORA CURETON, +in _Sunset Magazine._ + + + +AUGUST 11. + + +THE PESSIMIST. + +The pessimist leads us into a land of desolation. He makes for the +sight blossoms of ugliness; for the smell repellant odors; for the +taste bitterness and gall; for the hearing harsh discord, and death +for the touch that is the only relief from a desert whose scrawny life +lives but to distress us. + +ABBOTT KINNEY, +in _Tasks By Twilight._ + + +The leaves of the wild gourd, lying in great star shaped patches on +the ground, drooped on their stems, and the spikes of dusty white sage +by the road hung limp at the ends, and filled the air with their +wilted fragrance. The sea-breeze did not come up, and in its stead +gusts of hot wind from the north swept through the valley as if from +the door of a furnace. + +MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM, +in _Stories of the Foothills._ + + + +AUGUST 12. + + +ENTICEMENT. + + Then haste, sweet April Dear. + Thou alone canst find her. + Her hair so soft, so silken soft thy breezes blow + And thou shall laugh with her, give her thy first sweet kiss. + On her white blossom's snow ... + Why, why, dost thou not fly, on clouds of love. + 'Tis thou alone canst find her. + Thou fain would'st ask doth she love thee. + Thou knowest well + She loves thee, + April Dear. + +ADRIADNE HOLMES EDWARDS. + + + +AUGUST 13. + + +Our pitcher-plant is one of the most wonderful and interesting of all +the forms that grow, linking, as it were, the vegetable world with the +animal, by its unnatural carnivorous habits. + +No ogre in his castle has ever gone to work more deliberately or +fiendishly to entrap his victims while offering them hospitality, than +does this plant-ogre. Attracted by the bizarre yellowish hoods of the +tall, nodding flowers, the foolish insect alights upon the former and +commences his exploration of the fascinating region. + +But at last, when he has partaken to satiety and would fain depart, he +turns to retrace his steps. In the dazzlement of the transparent +windows of the dome above, he loses sight of the darkened door in the +floor by which he entered and flies forcibly upward, bumping his head +in his eagerness to escape. He is stunned by the blow and plunges +downward into the tube below. Here he struggles to rise, but countless +downward-pointing, bristly hairs urge him to his fate. + +MARY ELIZABETH PARSONS, +in _The Wild Flowers of California._ + + + +AUGUST 14. + + +Sausalito is noted for its abundance of flowers. These not only grow +in thick profusion in the quaint hillside gardens, but are planted +beside the roadways, covering many an erstwhile bare and unsightly +bank with trailing vines, gay nasturtiums and bright geraniums. There +is something in the spirit of this hillside gardening, this planting +of sweet blossoms for the public at large, that is very appealing. + +HELEN BINGHAM, +in _In Tamal Land._ + + + +AUGUST 15. + + +A GROUP OF CACTI. +(IN CALIFORNIA.) + + Flower of the desert, type mysterious, strange, + Like bird or monster on some sculptured tomb + In Egypt's curious fashion wrought, what change + Or odd similitude of fate, what range + Of cycling centuries from out the gloom + Of dusty ages has evolved thy bloom? + In the bleak desert of an alien zone, + Child of the past, why dwellest thou alone? + Grotesque, incongruous, amid the flowers; + Unlovely and unloved, standing aside, + Like to some rugged spirit sheathed in pride; + Unsmiling to the sun, untouched by showers-- + The dew falls--every bud has drunk its fill: + Bloom of the desert, thou art arid still! + +MARY E. MANNIN. + + + +AUGUST 16. + + +In late spring and early summer upon the fading grasslands and on the +dry sunny slopes of the hills, the Mariposa tulips set their +long-stemmed chalices of delicate color. Bulbous plants of the lily +family, they are frequently called Mariposa lilies, but as a matter of +fact their relationship is very near to the true tulips of the Old +World, and like the latter, they have been extensively introduced into +cultivation both in this country and abroad. + +The petals are often conspicuously marked with lines and dots and +eye-like spots in a manner that suggests the gay wings of a butterfly, +whence the term, "Mariposa," which is the Spanish word for that +insect. + +ELIZABETH H. SAUNDERS, +in _California Wild Flowers._ + + + +AUGUST 17. + + +COPA DE ORO. +(CALIFORNIA POPPY.) + + Thy satin vesture richer is than looms + Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings, + Not dyes of olden Tyre, not precious things + Regathered from the long forgotten tombs + Of buried empires, not the iris plumes + That wave upon the tropics' myriad wings, + Not all proud Sheba's queenly offerings, + Could match the golden marvel of thy blooms, + For thou art nurtured from the treasure-veins + Of this fair land; thy golden rootlets sup + Her sands of gold--of gold thy petals spun, + Her golden glory, thou! of hills and plains, + Lifting, exultant, every kingly cup + Brimmed with the golden vintage of the sun. + +INA D. COOLBRITH, +in _Songs from the Golden Gate._ + + + +AUGUST 18. + + +The Golden Eagle is California's noblest bird of prey. He is more than +a match for any animal of his own size. Not a beast of the field or a +fowl of the air can dispossess him; he stands intrepid before every +earthly power except the hand of man. He is shy and wary at all times, +clean and handsome, swift in flight and strong in body. An experience +gained in the fiercest of schools makes the Eagle as formidable as any +creature of the wild. He is a valuable inhabitant of any cattle range +or farming community. His food consists almost entirely of the ground +squirrels that are so abundant through the California hills and cause +such damage to the grain fields. + +WILLIAM L. FINLEY, +in _Feathered Foragers._ + + + +AUGUST 19. + + +THE POPPY'S CHIMES. + + With all this youth to cheer his eyes + No man is ever old, + With all this wealth to fill his purse + No one need lack for gold. + + O rare Ben Jonson, you should see + The draught that I may sup: + How sweet the drink, her kiss within. + The poppy's golden cup. + + My lowly queen, I bow to thee + And worship with my soul: + I hope to drink her love from out + The poppy's golden bowl. + + Look up, my sweet, and catch my words, + A secret I would tell: + I think I hear her "Yes" ring from + The poppy's golden bell. + +CHARLES McKNIGHT SAIN, +in _Sunset, August_, 1908. + + + +AUGUST 20. + + +Flowering vines overhung, climbed and clung about the balcony pillars +and balustrades. Roses drooped in heavy-headed cascades from +second-story railings; the wide purple flowers of the clematis climbed +aloft. On one wall a heliotrope broke in lavender foam and the creamy +froth of the Banksia rose dabbled railings and pillars and dripped +over on to the ground. It was a big, cool, friendly looking house with +a front door that in summer was always open, giving the approaching +visitor a hospitable glimpse of an airy, unencumbered hall. + +GERALDINE BONNER, +in _The Pioneer._ + + + +AUGUST 21. + + +A DREAM OF POPPIES. + + Brown hills long parched, long lifting to the blue + Of summer's brilliant sky but russet hue + Of sere grass shivering in the trade-wind's sweep. + Soon, with light footfalls, from their tranced sleep + The first rains bid the poppies rise anew, + And trills the lark exultant summons, too. + How swift at Fancy's beck those gay crowds leap + To glowing life! The eager green leaves creep + For welcome first; then hooded buds, pale gold, + Each tender shower and sun-kiss help unfold + Till smiling hosts crowd all the fields, and still + A yellow sea of poppies breasts each hill + And breaks in joyous floods as children hold + Glad hands the lavish cups as gladly fill! + +ELLA M. SEXTON, +in _The Golden Poppy._ + + + +AUGUST 22. + + +CALIFORNIA. + + Her poppies fling a cloth of gold + O'er California's hills-- + Fit emblem of the wealth untold + That hill and dale and plain unfold. + Her fame the whole world fills. + +ELIZA D. KEITH. + + +_How can one convey meaning to another in a language_ which that +other does not understand? I can only tell you the charm of the +desert, when you, too, have learned to love it. And then there will be +no need for me to speak. + +IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE, +in _Miner's Mirage Land._ + + + +AUGUST 23. + + +THE PAEAN OF THE POPPIES. + + The mountains sway with flame + Where the frail glories tremble-- + Fair fallen stars of fire! + The valleys green acclaim + The legions that assemble + In royal robe and tire, + With timbrel, shawm and choir. + + * * * * * + + Afar in darker lands + I feel their kisses burning + As sweet, uncertain lips. + As faint, unhindered hands + Are felt by exiles yearning + On shores when tears eclipse + The wan and westering ships. + +HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, +in _Looms of Life._ + + + +AUGUST 24. + + +PEACE. + + No hand have I on rudder laid; + All my oars lie idly by; + All my sheets are steadfast made. + For Love now guides me silently. + + His are the waves and flowing tide; + He is my bark and chart and hand; + He is companion at my side; + His the coming and departed land. + + Somewhere, I know, I port shall win; + Somewhen I know, dear friends, I'll see; + Love, "The I Am" is lord within! + Daily he brings mine own to me. + +HENRY HARRISON BROWN, +in _Now, March_, 1900. + + + +AUGUST 25. + + +IN THE SEASON OF POPPIES. + + From the shoulders of Dawn the night shadow slipped, + As the shy, saintly Moon evaded her tryst + With the roystering Sun, who eagerly sipped + From the valley's green cup the golden-white mist. + Day flashed like a smile from Dawn's rosy mouth, + With a passion of birds and fragrant appeals, + And the warm winds up from the sleepy South + Sluiced the red, scented gold of our poppy fields. + +HARLEY R. WILEY, +in _Overland Monthly, Sept._, 1908. + + + +AUGUST 26. + + +WHEN THE POPPY GOES TO SLEEP. + + Now the sandman comes a-calling, + And those eyes can scarcely peep: + It is little children's bedtime + When the poppy goes to sleep. + In the west the sun is sinking, + And the chickens go to roost: + And the poppy folds its petals + That the beaming sun had loosed. + + * * * * * + + And the poppy like the Arab, + Silent in the close of day, + Fearful of the coming darkness, + Folds its tent and steals away. + Hear the sandman's final warning + On the land and on the deep, + Saying, "Good night, good night, good night," + When the poppy goes to sleep. + +CHARLES McKNIGHT SAIN, +in _The Call of the Muse._ + + + +AUGUST 27. + + +THE SIERRA SNOW-PLANT. + + Thou growest in eternal snows + As flower never grew; + The sun upon thy beauty throws + No kiss--the dawn no dew. + + Thou knowest not the love-warm marl + Of Earth, but dead and white + The wastes wherein thy roots ensnarl + Ere thou art freed in light. + + Where blighted dawns, with twilight blent, + Die pale, thou liftest strong, + A tongue of crimson, eloquent + With one unceasing song. + + O Life in vasts of death! O Flame + That thrills the stark expanse; + Let Love and Longing be thy name! + Love and Renunciance. + +HERMAN SCHEFFAUER, +in _Looms of Life._ + + + +AUGUST 28. + + +IN A CALIFORNIA GARDEN. + + Thro' the green cloister, folding us within. + The leaves are audible--our ear to win; + They whisper of the realm of old Romance. + Of sunny Spain, and of chivalric France; + And poor Ramona's love and her despair, + Thrill, like Aeolian harp, the twilight air-- + So the dear garden claims its mystic due. + Linking the legends of the Old and New. + +FRANCES MARGARET MILNE, +in _The Grizzly Bear Magazine, June_, 1909. + + + +AUGUST 29. + + +The evening primrose covers the lower slopes with long sheets of +brightest yellow, and from the hills above, the rock-rose adds its +golden bloom to that of the sorrel and the wild alfalfa, until the +hills almost outshine the bright light from the slopes and plains. And +through all this nods a tulip of delicate lavender; vetches, lupins +and all the members of the wild-pea family are pushing and winding +their way everywhere in every shade of crimson, purple and white. New +bell-flowers of white and blue and indigo rise above the first, which +served merely as ushers to the display, and whole acres ablaze with +the orange of the poppy are fast turning with the indigo of the +larkspur. The mimulus alone is almost enough to color the hills. + +T.S. VAN DYKE, +in _Southern California._ + + + +AUGUST 30. + + +THE MARIPOSA LILY. + + Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, + Poised upon slender tip, and quivering + To flight! a flower of the fields of air; + A jeweled moth; a butterfly, with rare + And tender tints upon his downy wings, + A moment resting in our happy sight; + A flower held captive by a thread so slight + Its petal-wings of broidered gossamer + Are light as the wind, with every wind astir, + Wafting sweet odor, faint and exquisite. + O dainty nursling of the field and sky. + What fairer thing looks up to heaven's blue + And drinks the noontide sun, the dawning's dew? + Thou winged bloom! thou blossom-butterfly! + +INA D. COOLBRITH, +in _Songs from the Golden Gate._ + + + +AUGUST 31. + + +CALIFORNIA PHILOSOPHY. + + You kin talk about yer eastern states, their stiddy growth 'nd size, + 'Nd brag about yer cities, with their business enterprise; + You kin blow about tall buildin's runnin' clean up to the clouds, + 'Nd gas about yer graded streets 'nd chirp about yer crowds; + But how about yer "twisters" 'nd the cyclones you have there, + That's runnin' 'round uncorralled 'nd a-gittin' on a tear, + 'Nd a-mixin' towns 'nd counties up at sich a tarnal rate + A man can't be dead sartin that he's in his native state. + + You needn't talk to me about yer "enterprise" 'nd "go," + Fer how about them river floods us folks hear tell of so, + Where a feller goes to bed at night with nary thought o' fear, + 'Nd discovers in the mornin' that he's changed his hemisphere; + 'Nd where grasshoppers eat the crops 'nd all about the place, + But leave that gilt-edged mortgage there ter stare you in the face. + If that is where you want ter live it's where you'd orter be, + But I reckon ol' Cal'forny's good 'nough fer me. + + I sort o' low the climate thar is somewhat diff'runt too, + Accordin' to the weather prophet's watchful p'int o' view. + In course, if ten foot snowbanks don't bother you at all, + Er slosh 'nd mud 'nd drizzlin' rain, combined with a snowfall, + It's just the most delightful spot this side o' heaven's dome-- + But I kind o' sorter reckon that I couldn't call it home. + When you talk about that climate, it's all tomfoolery, + Fer sunny ol' Cal'forny's good enough fer me. + + Oh, you live away back east, you don't know what you miss + By stayin' in that measly clime, without the joy an' bliss + Of knowin' what the weather is from one day to the next; + It's "mebby this," "I hope it's that," er some such like pretext. + Come out to Californy' whar the sky is allers bright, + 'Nd where the sun shines all the while, with skeerce a cloud in sight; + You'd never pine fer eastern climes--ther's no denyin' that-- + Fer when you want a heaven on earth, Los Angeles stands pat. + +E.A. BRININSTOOL. + + +CALIFORNIA. + + In all methinks I see the counterpart + Of Italy, without her dower of art. + We have the lordly Alps, the fir-fringed hills, + The green and golden valleys veined with rills, + A dead Vesuvius with its smouldering fire, + A tawny Tiber sweeping to the sea. + Our seasons have the same superb attire, + The same redundant wealth of flower and tree, + Upon our peaks the same imperial dyes, + And day by day, serenely over all, + The same successive months of smiling skies. + Conceive a cross, a tower, a convent wall, + A broken column and a fallen fane, + A chain of crumbling arches down the plain, + A group of brown-faced children by a stream, + A scarlet-skirted maiden standing near, + A monk, a beggar, and a muleteer, + And lo! it is no longer now a dream. + These are the Alps, and there the Apennines; + The fertile plains of Lombardy between; + Beyond Val d'Arno with its flocks and vines, + These granite crags are gray monastic shrines + Perched on the cliffs like old dismantled forts; + And far to seaward can be dimly seen + The marble splendor of Venetian courts; + While one can all but hear the mournful rhythmic beat + Of white-lipped waves along the sea-paved street. + O childless mother of dead empires, we, + The latest born of all the western lands, + In fancied kinship stretch our infant hands + Across the intervening seas to thee. + Thine the immortal twilight, ours the dawn, + Yet we shall have our names to canonize, + Our past to haunt us with its solemn eyes, + Our ruins, when this restless age is gone. + +LUCIUS HARWOOD FOOTE. + + + +SEPTEMBER 1. + + +THE SCARF OF IRIS. + + Something magical is near me--hidden, breathing everywhere, + Shaken out in mystic odors, caught unseen in the mid-air. + Life is waking, palpitating; souls of flowers are drawing nigh; + Flitting birds with fluted warble weave between the earth and sky; + And a soft excitement welling from the inmost heart of things + Such a sense of exaltation, such a call to rapture brings, + That my heart--all tremulous with a virgin wonderment-- + Waits and yearns and sings in carols of the rain and sunshine blent, + Knowing more will be revealed with the dawning every day-- + For the fairy scarf of Iris falls across the common way. + +RUBY ARCHER. + + + +SEPTEMBER 2. + + +To the left as you rode you saw, far on the horizon, rising to the +height of your eye, the mountains of the Channel Islands. Then the +deep sapphire of the Pacific, fringed with the soft, unchanging white +of the surf and the yellow of the shore. Then the town like a little +map, and the lush greens of the wide meadows, the fruit-groves, the +lesser ranges--all vivid, fertile, brilliant, and pulsating with +vitality. + +STEWART EDWARD WHITE, +in _The Mountains._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 3. + + +Never was garden more unintentionally started, and never did one prove +greater source of pleasure. * * * One day, about Christmas time, my +little nephew brought me two small twigs of honeysuckle--not slips or +shoots, and I stuck them in the ground by the front porch. * * * When +it was just eighteen months old honeysuckle vines were twining tenderly +about the corner pillars of the porch, drawing their network across to +the other support, and covered with bunches of white, creamy tubes, the +air heavy with their perfume. * * * The climbing rose had reached the +lattice work, and its yellowish flowers formed a most effective +contrast to the sky-blue of the sollya blossoms, trained up on the +other side of the porch. The beds were edged variously with dark blue +violets and pink daisies, above which bloomed salvias, euphorbias, +lantanas, tube-roses, forget-me-nots, carnations, white lilies, Japan +lilies, iris, primroses, ranunculus, lilies-of-the-valley, pansies, +anemones, dahlias, and roses--white, red, pink, yellow, crimson, +cream--in the wildest profusion. + +JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD McCRACKIN, +in _Another Juanita._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 4. + + +AFTERWARD. + + A dying moon fell down the sky, + As one looked out to see + The place where once her soul endured + Its lengthened Calvary. + Of all the mem'ries gathered there-- + Their faces wan with tears-- + One only smiled--a baby's smile-- + To rectify the years. + +DOROTHEA L. MOORE. + + + +SEPTEMBER 5. + + +The harvesting of hops is the conjunction of the rude essentials of +farm life with the highest effect in art. What artist but would note +enthusiastically the inimitable pose of that young girl tip-toeing to +bring down the tuft of creamy blossoms overhead; or the modest nudity +of the wee bronze savage capering about a stolid squaw in a red +sprigged muslin? Indeed, there is indescribable piquancy in this +unconscious grouping of the pickers and their freedom from restraint. +For each artistic bit--a laughing face in an aureole of amber clusters, +a statuesque chin and throat, Indians in grotesquely picturesque +raiment, and the yellow visages of the Chinese--the vines make an +idyllic framing with a sinking summer sun in the background lending a +shimmering transparency to leaf and flower. + +NINETTA EAMES, +in _Hop-Picking Time, The Cosmopolitan, November_, 1893. + + + +SEPTEMBER 6. + + +Golf has spread with great rapidity throughout California, and though +many people may have taken it up from an idea that it is the correct +thing, the game will always be popular, especially in the Southern part +of the State, where more people of leisure live than in the Northern +part, and where the large infusion of British and Eastern residents +tends to foster a love of out-door sports. Golf may be played in any +part of Central or Southern California on any day in the year when a +gale is not blowing or heavy rain falling. Occasionally the strong +winds render golfing somewhat arduous, but the enthusiast can play on +about three hundred and fifty days in the year. + +ARTHUR INKERSLEY, +in _Overland Monthly._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 7. + + + My roses bud and bloom and fail me never, + From Lent and Whitsun to the Christmas time; + Climbing in eagerness and great endeavor-- + Our Southland bushes ever love to climb. + +JAMES MAIN DIXON, +in _My Garden._ + + +How bright the world looked, to be sure; flowers covered the earth, not +scattered in niggardly manner as in the older, colder Eastern states, +but covering the earth for miles, showing nothing but a sea of blue, an +ocean of crimson, or a wilderness of yellow. Then came patches where +all shades and colors were mixed; delicate tints of pink and mauve, of +pure white and deep red, and over all floated a fragrance that was +never equaled by garden-flowers or their distilled perfume. + +JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD McCRACKIN, +in _Overland Tales._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 8. + + +The love that gives all, craves all, asks nothing, is so bitter that no +one lifts the cup voluntarily, and yet if the sweetness of it could be +distilled, prosperous love would regard it enviously and kings seek it +on foot. + +AMANDA MATHEWS, +in _Hieroglyphics of Love._ + + +The world will never be saved from its sin and shame until a larger +number of men are ready to lash themselves like Ulysses of old to those +enduring principles of righteousness which stand erect like masts and +sail on, no matter what sirens of personal indulgence sing along the +course. + +CHARLES REYNOLDS BROWN. + + + +SEPTEMBER 9. + + +TO CALIFORNIA: + + Queen of the Sunset! + Within the crown upon thy forehead glow + The crystal jewels of eternal snow. + Down at thy feet the broad Pacific towers, + And Summer ever binds thy breast with flowers. + +MADGE MORRIS WAGNER, +in _Debris._ + + +The religious life of California is characterized by the spirit of +freedom and tolerance. The aim has been to "Render unto Caesar the +things which are Caesar's," by legislating only in regard to those +secular interests in which all stand alike before the law and to leave +to the free and untrammeled decision of the individual conscience those +deeper, personal attitudes and relationships "which are God's." + +CHARLES REYNOLDS BROWN. + + + +SEPTEMBER 10. + + + Gay little oriole, fond little lover, + Watching thy mate o'er her tiny ones hover, + Tell me, I pray, from your cottonwood tree, + When will my true love come riding to me? + + Will he come with his lariat hung at his side? + On a wild prancing bronco, my love, will he ride? + So high on your tree top you surely can see, + O, how will my true love come riding to me? + + Sing of my lover and tell me my fate, + Will he guard me as fondly as thou dost thy mate? + Dear oriole, sing, while I listen to thee-- + When will my true love come riding to me? + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _Overland Monthly._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 11. + + +LOOKING BACKWARD! + + My heart aches, and a poignant yearning pains + My pulse, as though from revel I had waked + To find sore disenchantment. + Oh for the simple ways of childhood, + And its joys! + Why have I grown so cold and cynical? + My life seems out of tune; + Its notes harsh and discordant; + The crowded thoroughfare doth fret me + And make lonely. + Darkling I muse and yearn + For those glad days of yore, + When my part chorded too, + And I, a merry, trustful boy, + Found consonance in every friend without annoy. + Since then, how changed! + Strained are the strings of friendship; fled the joys; + Seeming the show. + An alien I, unlike, alone! + And yet my mother! The welcome word o'erflows the eye, + And makes the very memory weep. + No, love is not extinct--that sweetest name-- + The covering ashes keep alive the flame. + +MALCOLM McLEOD, +in _Culture Simplicity._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 12. + + +The overgoing sun shines upon no region, of equal extent, which offers +so many and such varied inducements to men in search of homes and +health, as does the region which is entitled to the appellation of +"Semi-Tropical California." + +BEN C. TRUMAN, +in _Semi-Tropical California._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 13. + + +THE CRESTED JAY. + + The jay is a jovial bird--heigh-ho! + He chatters all day + In a frolicsome way + With the murmuring breezes that blow--heigh-ho! + Hear him noisily call + From a redwood tree tall + To his mate in the opposite tree--heigh-ho! + Saying: "How do you do?" + As his top-knot of blue + Is raised as polite as can be--heigh-ho! + O impudent jay, + With your plumage so gay, + And your manners so jaunty and free--heigh-ho! + How little you guessed + When you robbed the wren's nest, + That any stray fellow would see--heigh-ho! + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _Elfin Songs of Sunland._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 14. + + +It is to prevent the wholesale slaughter of songbirds that I appeal to +you. The farmer or the fruit-raiser has not yet learned enough to +distinguish friend from foe, and goes gunning in season and out of +season, so that the cherry orchard, when the cherries are ripe, looks +like a battle-field in miniature, the life-blood of the little slain +birds rivaling in color the brightness of their wings and breast. And +all this destruction of song, of gladness, of helpfulness, because the +poor birds have pecked at a few early cherries, worthless, almost, in +the market, as compared to the later, better kinds, which they do not +interfere with. + +JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD McCRACKIN. + + + +SEPTEMBER 15. + + +THE VOICE OF THE CALIFORNIA DOVE. + + Come, listen O love, to the voice of the dove, + Come, hearken and hear him say, + "There are many Tomorrows, my love, my love, + There is only one Today." + + And all day long you can hear him say, + This day in purple is rolled, + And the baby stars of the milky way + They are cradled in cradles of gold. + + Now what is thy secret, serene gray dove, + Of singing so sweetly alway? + "There are many Tomorrows, my love, my love, + There is only one Today." + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + + +SEPTEMBER 16. + + +With the tip of his strong cane he breaks off a piece of the serried +bark, and a spider scurries down the side of the log and into the +grass. He chips off another piece, and a bevy of sow-bugs make haste to +tumble over and play dead, curling their legs under their sides, but +recovering their senses and scurrying off after the spider. The cane +continues to chip off the bark, and down tumble all sorts of +wood-people, some of them hiding like a flash in the first moist earth +they come to; others never stopping until they are well under the log, +where experience has taught them they will be safe out of harm's way. +And they declare to themselves, and to each other, that they will never +budge from under that log until it is midnight, and that wicked +meadow-lark is fast asleep. + +ELIZABETH AND JOSEPH GRINNELL, +in _Birds of Song and Story._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 17. + + +SIESTA. + + A shady nook where nought is overheard + But wind among the eucalyptus leaves, + The cheery chirp of interflitting bird, + Or wooden squeak of tree-frog as it grieves. + The resting eye broods o'er the running grass, + Or nodding gestures of the bowed wild oats; + Watches the oleander lancers pass, + And the bright flashing of the oriole notes. + Hushed are the senses with the drone of bees + And the far glimmer of the mid-day heat; + Dreams stealing o'er one like the incoming seas, + Soft as the rustling zephyrs in the wheat; + While on the breeze is borne the call of Love + To Love, dear Love, of Majel, the wild dove. + +CHARLES ELMER JENNEY, +in _Western Field, Dec._, 1905. + + + +SEPTEMBER 18. + + +One summer there came a road-runner up from the lower valley, peeking +and prying, and he never had any patience with the water baths of the +sparrows. His own ablutions were performed in the clean, hopeful dust +of the chaparral; and whenever he happened on their morning +splatterings, he would depress his glossy crest, slant his shining tail +to the level of his body, until he looked most like some bright +venomous snake, daunting them with shrill abuse and feint of battle. +Then suddenly he would go tilting and balancing down the gully in fine +disdain, only to return in a day or two to make sure the foolish bodies +were still at it. + +MARY AUSTIN, +in _The Land of Little Rain._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 19. + + +MEADOW LARKS. + + Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am! + (Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!) + Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm. + O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the Spring! + + Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain? + Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet! + Ah! he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain. + The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet. + + Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is! + Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call. + Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss-- + For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all! + +INA D. COOLBRITH, +in _Songs from the Golden Gate._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 20. + + +How could we spare the lark, that most companionable bird of the +plains? Wherever one may wander ... his lovely, plaintive, almost human +song may be heard nearly everywhere, at frequent intervals the livelong +day. He is one of the blessings of this land, one which every lover of +beautiful song welcomes as heartily as the ordinary mortal the warm, +bright days of this climate. + +CHARLES FRANKLIN CARTER, +in _Some By-Ways of California._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 21. + + +THE MEADOW LARK AND I. + + The song of life is living + The love-heart of the year; + And the pagan meadow-lark and I + Can nothing find to fear. + We build our simple homes + For opulence of rest + Among the hills and the meadow grass, + And sing our grateful best. + +RUBY ARCHER. + + + +SEPTEMBER 22. + + +THE RUBY-CROWNED KNIGHT. + +The dominant characteristic of the Ruby-Crown is subtlety. He conceals +his nest, and even his nest-building region, so successfully that few +there are who know where he breeds, or who ever find his nest, hidden +in the shaggy end of a high, swinging branch of spruce or pine, deep in +the California mountain recesses. His prettiest trick of concealement +is the way he alternately hides and reveals the bright red feathers in +his crown. You may watch him a long time, seeing only a wee bit of an +olive-green bird, toned with dull yellow underneath, marked on wings +and about the eyes with white; but suddenly, a more festive mood comes +upon him. The bird is transformed. A jaunty dash of brilliant red +upcrests itself upon his head, lighting up his quiet dress.... For +several moments this flame of color quivers, then it burns into a mere +thread of red and is gone. + +VIRGINIA GARLAND, +in _Feathered Californians._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 23. + + +SONG OF THE LINNETS. + + "Cheer!" "Cheer!" sing the linnets + Through rapturous minutes, + When daylight first breaks + And the golden Dawn streaks + Through the rose of the morning--so bright! + "Gone! gone is the Night! It is light!" + + "We have buried our heads + Under eaves of the sheds, + Where our tender broods sleep; + And the long watch we keep + Through the darkness and silence--till dawn. + It is morn! It is morn! It is morn!" + +JOHN WARD STIMSON, +in _Wandering Chords._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 24. + + +THE HUMMING BIRD. + + Buz-z! whir-r!--a flash and away! + A midget bejeweled mid flowers at play! + A snip of a birdling, the blossom-bells' king, + A waif of the sun-beams on quivering wing! + O prince of the fairies, O pygmy of fire, + Will nothing those brave little wings of yours tire? + You follow the flowers from southern lands sunny, + You pry amid petals all summer for honey! + Now rest on a twig, tiny flowerland sprite, + Your dear little lady sits near in delight; + In a wee felted basket she lovingly huddles-- + Two dots of white eggs to her warm breast she cuddles! + Whiz-z! whiff! off to your flowers! + Buzz mid the perfume of jasmine bowers! + Chatter and chirrup, my king of the fays, + And laugh at the song that I sing in your praise! + +CHARLES KEELER, +in _Elfin Songs of Sunland._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 25. + + +THE HUMMING BIRD. + + A sudden whirr of eager sound-- + And now a something throbs around + The flowers that watch the fountain. Look! + It touched the rose, the green leaves shook, + I think, and yet so lightly tost + That not a spark of dew was lost. + Tell me, O rose, what thing it is + That now appears, now vanishes? + Surely it took its fire-green hue + From day-breaks that it glittered through; + Quick, for this sparkle of the dawn + Glints through the garden and is gone. + +EDWIN MARKHAM, +in _Lincoln and Other Poems._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 26. + + +She led the way to the climbing rose at the front of the house, and +carefully lifting a branch, motioned to the boys to look under it. +There, hidden in the leafy covert, no higher than the young girl's +chin, was the daintiest nest ever seen, made of soft cotton from the +pussy willows by the brook, interwoven with the finest grasses and +green mosses, and embroidered with one shining golden thread. And there +was wee mother humming-bird, watching them a moment with bright, +inquiring eyes, then darting off and poising in the air just above +their heads, uncovering two tiny eggs about the size of buckshot, lying +in a downy hollow like a thimble. + +FLORA HAINES LOUGHEAD, +in _The Abandoned Claim._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 27. + + +THE RUSSET-BACKED THRUSH. + + He dwells where pine and hemlock grow, + A merry minstrel seldom seen; + The voice of Joy is his I know-- + Shy poet of the Evergreen! + + In dawn's first holy hush I hear + His one ecstatic, thrilling strain, + So sweet and strong, so crystal clear + 'Twould tingle e'en the soul of Pain. + + At close of day when Twilight dreams + He shakes the air beneath his tree + With such exquisite song it seems + That Passion breathes through Melody. + +HERBERT BASHFORD, +in _At the Shrine of Song._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 28. + + +In Marin County birds hold a unique place, for, as the county is +sparsely populated, possessing many wild, secluded valleys, and +unnumbered rolling hills covered with virgin forests, it is but natural +that the birds should congregate in great numbers, reveling in the +solitude which man invariably destroys. + +HELEN BINGHAM, +in _In Tamal Land._ + + +THE ABALONE. + + I saw a rainbow, for an instant, gleam, + On the west edge of a receeding swell; + The next soft surge, + Which whispering sought the shore, + Swept to my feet an abalone shell; + It was the rainbow I had seen before. + +JOHN E. RICHARDS, +in _Idylls of Monterey._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 29. + + +THE SEAGULL. + + A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes, + He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sun + With wings that fling the light and sinks at times + To ride in triumph where the tall waves run. + + The rocks tide-worn, the high cliff brown and bare + And crags of bleak, strange shores he rests upon; + He floats above, a moment hangs in air + Clean-etched against the broad, gold breast of dawn. + + Bold hunter of the deep! Of thy swift flights + What of them all brings keenest joy to thee-- + To drive sharp pinions through storm-beaten nights, + Or shriek amid black hollows of the sea? + +HERBERT BASHFORD, +in _At the Shrine of Song._ + + + +SEPTEMBER 30. + + +TO A SEA GULL AT SEA. + + Thou winged Wonder! + Tell me I pray thy matchless craft, + Poised in air, then slipping wave-ward, + Mounting again like an arrow-shaft, + Circling, swaying, wheeling, dipping, + All with never a flap of wing, + Keeping pace with my flying ship here, + Give me a key to my wondering! + Gales but serve thee for swifter flying, + Foam crested waves with thy wings thou dost sweep, + Wonderful dun-colored, down-covered body, + Living thy life on the face of the deep! + +ANNIE W. BRIGMAN. + + + +OCTOBER 1. + + +THE PASSING OF SUMMER. + + She smiled to the hearts that enshrined her, + Then the gold of her banner unfurled + And trailing her glories behind her + Passed over the rim of the world. + +HARLEY R. WILEY, +in _New England Magazine, October_, 1906. + + +The California condor, the largest of all flying birds, is found only +on this coast and only in the southern half of that, although an +occasional specimen has been seen in the high Sierra Neveda. Of all the +sailing or soaring birds he is the most graceful and wonderful, +drifting to and fro, up and down, right or left, in straight lines or +curves, for hours at a time, darting like an arrow or hanging still in +air with equal ease on that motionless wing whose power puzzles all +philosophy. + +T.S. VANDYKE. + + + +OCTOBER 2. + + +Wild fowl, quacking hordes of them, nest in the tulares. Any day's +venture will raise from open shallows the great blue heron on his +hollow wings. Chill evenings the mallard drakes cry continually from +the glassy pools, the bittern's hollow boom rolls along the water +paths. Strange and far-flown fowl drop down against the saffron, autumn +sky. All day wings beat above it with lazy speed; long flights of +cranes glimmer in the twilight. By night one wakes to hear the clanging +geese go over. One wishes for, but gets no nearer speech from those the +ready fens have swallowed up. What they do there, how fare, what find, +is the secret of the tulares. + +MARY AUSTIN, +in _The Land of Little Rain._ + + + +OCTOBER 3. + + +MOCKING BIRD. + + Warble, whistle and ripple! wake! whip up! ha! ha! + Burgle, bubble and frolic--a roundelay far! + Pearls on pearls break and roll like bright drops from a bowl! + And they thrill, as they spill in a rill, o'er my soul: + Then thou laughest so light + From thy rapturous height! + Earth and Heaven are combined, in thy full dulcet tone; + North and south pour the nectar thy throat blends in one! + Flute and flageolet, bugle, light zither, guitar! + Diamond, topaz and ruby! Sun, moon, silver star! + Ripe cherries in wine! + Orange blossoms divine! + Genius of Songsters! so matchless in witchery! + Nature hath fashioned thee out of her mystery! + +JOHN WARD STIMSON, +in _Wandering Chords._ + + + +OCTOBER 4. + + +THE MOCKING BIRD. + +Can anything be more ecstatic than the mockingbird's manner as he pours +out his soul in song, flirting that expressive tail--that seems hung on +wires, jerking those emphatic wings, which say so much, turning his +dainty head this way and that, and now and then flinging himself upon +the air--light as a feather--in pure delight, and floating down to +place again without dropping a note. It is a poem in action to see him, +so lithe, so graceful in every movement. + +OLIVE THORNE MILLER. + + + +OCTOBER 5. + + +THE MOCKING BIRD. + + Each flower a single fragrance gives, + But not the perfume of the rest; + Within each fruit one flavor lives, + Not all the flavors of our quest; + In every bird one song we note + That seems the sweeter without words; + Yet from the mock-bird's mellow throat + Come all the songs of other birds. + +FRED EMERSON BROOKS, +in _Pickett's Charge and Other Poems._ + + + +OCTOBER 6. + + +When a mocking-bird looks squarely at you, not turning his head one +side, and then the other, like most birds, but showing his front face +and using both eyes at once, like an owl--when he looks squarely at you +in this way, he shows a wise, wise face. You almost believe he could +speak if he would, and you cannot resist the feeling that he is more +intelligent than he has any right to be, having behind those clear, +sharp eyes, only "blind instinct," as the wise men say. + +OLIVE THORNE MILLER. + + +A sunset in San Juan is truly worth crossing either a continent or an +ocean to witness, when the ranges toward La Paz are purple where the +sage-brush is, and rose-color where the rains have washed the steep +places to the clay, and over all of mesa and mountain the soft glory of +golden haze. + +MARAH ELLIS RYAN, +in _For the Soul of Rafael._ + + + +OCTOBER 7. + + +THE MOCKING BIRD. + +He has an agreeable way of improving upon the original of any song he +imitates, so that he is supposed to give free music-lessons to all the +other birds. His own notes, belonging solely to himself, are beautiful +and varied, and he sandwiches them in between the rest in a way to suit +the best. No matter who is the victim of his mimicry, he loves the +corner of a chimney better than any other perch, and carols out into +the sky and down into the black abyss as if chimneys were made on +purpose for mocking-birds. + +ELIZABETH AND JOSEPH GRINNELL, +in _Birds of Song and Story._ + + + +OCTOBER 8. + + +I love the mocking-bird; not because he is a wonderful musician, +for--as I have heard him--that he is not; nor because he has a sweet +disposition, for that he certainly has not, but because of his +mysterious habit of singing at night, which seems to differentiate him +from his kind, and approach him to the human; because of his rapturous +manner of song, his joy of living; because he shows so much character, +and so much intelligence. + +OLIVE THORNE MILLER. + + +The lift of every man's heart is upward; to help another human soul in +its upward evolution is life's greatest and most joyful privilege; to +lend ourselves each to the other as an inspiration to grander living is +life's highest ministry and reward. + +DANA W. BARTLETT, +in _The Better City._ + + + +OCTOBER 9. + + +THE WATER OUZEL. + +The vertical curves and angles of the most precipitous torrents he +traces with the same rigid fidelity, swooping down the inclines of +cascades, dropping sheer over dizzy falls amid the spray, and ascending +with the same fearlessness and ease, seldom seeking to lessen the +steepness of the acclivity by beginning to ascend before reaching the +base of the fall. No matter though it may be several hundred feet in +height he holds straight on, as if about to dash headlong into the +throng of booming rockets, and darts abruptly up ward, and, after +alighting at the top of the precipice to rest a moment, proceeds to +feed and sing. + +JOHN MUIR, +in _The Mountains of California._ + + + +OCTOBER 10. + + +Who can hear the wild song of the ouzel and not feel an answering +thrill? Perched upon a rock in the midst of the rapids, he is the +incarnation of all that is untamed, a wild spirit of the mountain +stream, as free as a raindrop or a sunbeam. How solitary he is, a lone +little bird, flitting from rock to rock through the desolate gorge, +like some spirit in a Stygian world. Yet he sings continually as he +takes his solitary way along the stream, and bursts of melody, so eerie +and sylvan as to fire the imagination, come to the ear, sounding above +the roar of the torrent. Like Orpheus, he seeks in the nether world of +that wild gorge for his Eurydice, now dashing through the rapids, now +peering into some pool, as if to discern her fond image in its depths, +and calling ever to lure her thence from that dark retreat up into the +world of light and love. + +C.H. KIRKHAM, +in _In the Open._ + + + +OCTOBER 11. + + +TO LOS ANGELES. + +May this great city of Los Angeles, destined to be a mighty metropolis, +flanked by the mountains and the sea, grow in the spirit of charity and +toleration between man and man, and in the fear and love of God. May +our city ever remain a fair virgin, sought for by the valiant sons from +all lands, adorned with the wealth of the golden orange and caressed by +the clinging vine. + +(_Fiach Fionn_) LAURENCE BRANNICK. + + + +OCTOBER 12. + + +Like most of the early cities of the coast, Los Angeles owes its origin +to the proselyting enthusiasm of the Spanish priesthood. The Mission of +San Gabriel had been in existence ten years, and it had gathered +several thousand Indians under its guardianship when it was proposed to +establish a pueblo in that vicinity in order that a temporal +development might proceed together with the spiritual. Had there been +no mission at San Gabriel to hold the savages in check by the force of +a religious awe, and to lead them to industrial pursuits, there +probably would have been no founding of a city on the lands above the +Los Angeles river--at least not until some date half a century later. + +C.D. WILLARD, +in _History of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce._ + + +MY CREED. + +I believe the best I can think, being fully persuaded that if this be +not true, it is because the truth transcends my present power of +thought. + +BENJAMIN FAY MILLS. + + + +OCTOBER 13. + + +THE BEAUTIES OF LOS ANGELES. + +So beautiful for situation, between its guardian mountain ranges and +the smiling sea, so wonderful in its resources and its possibilities is +this charming valley of ours, that one cannot reasonably doubt that its +manifest destiny is to be a world sanitarium. * * * To him who seeks it +wisely here, no demand of necessity, comfort or luxury is impossible. + +MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE, +in _The Mother of Clubs._ + + + +OCTOBER 14. + + +The entire situation with regard to manufacturing in Southern +California has undergone a radical change in the last few years, by +reason of the discovery of oil in great quantities in and around Los +Angeles, and in other sections of Southern and Central California. This +puts an entirely new face on the fuel question, and removes, in a great +measure, what has always been the most serious problem in manufacturing +development. + +C.D. WILLARD, +in _History of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce._ + + +A fog had drifted in during the night and was still tangled in the tops +of the sycamores. The soft, humid air was sweet with the earthy scents +of the canyon, and the curled fallen leaves of the live-oaks along the +flume path were golden-brown with moisture. Beads of mist fringed the +silken fluffs of the clematis, dripping with gentle, rhythmical +insistence from the trees overhead. + +MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM, +in _Stories of the Foothills._ + + + +OCTOBER 15. + + +All believed they were located over an inexhaustible, subterranean lake +of oil, and Oilville, city of tents and shacks, within a month had +acquired the recklessness, the devil-may-care air of a mining camp, or +the Pennsylvania oil fields. * * * Then there was a pause in the work, +for the experts decided that the new oil which spouted forth in such +vast quantities was too heavy and malodorous to serve as an illuminant. +Presently, however, it was discovered that this defect was a virtue, +for here was a non-explosive petroleum that could be utilized in great +quantities as a fuel, and work was hastened with renewed vigor, for now +California possessed the monopoly of the one great need, not only of +herself, but of all the world. + +MRS. FREMONT OLDER, +in _The Giants._ + + + +OCTOBER 16. + + +SAN PEDRO. + + MORNING. + A smooth, smooth sea of gray, gray glass; + An open sea, where big ships pass + Into the sun; + A boat-dotted harbor; gulls, wheeling and screaming, + And surf-song and fisher-cry end our night's dreaming. + Day has begun. + + EVENING. + A broken sea of rosy jade; + A rose-pink sky; black ships that fade + Into the night; + Across the bay, the city seems + But elfin music, drowsy dreams + And silver light! + +OLIVE PERCIVAL. + + + +OCTOBER 17. + + +SUNSET IN SAN DIEGO. + + The city sits amid her palms; + The perfume of her twilight breath + Is something as the sacred balms + That bound sweet Jesus after death, + Such soft, warm twilight sense as lie + Against the gates of Paradise. + Such prayerful palms, wide palms upreached! + This sea mist is as incense smoke, + Yon ancient walls a sermon preached, + White lily with a heart of oak. + And O, this twilight! O the grace + Of twilight on my lifted face. + +JOAQUIN MILLER, +in _Collected Poems._ + + + +OCTOBER 18. + + +AT EVENTIDE. + + Behind Point Loma's beacon height + In shimmering waves of grey and gold + The winter sunset dies; and Night + Drops her dusk mantle, fold on fold, + At Eventide. + + And now, above yon shadowy line + That faintly limns the distant bar, + Through darkening paths, with steps that shine, + She comes at last, our favorite star, + At Eventide. + + O friend, our lives are far apart + As Western sea from Eastern shore! + But in their orisons, dear heart, + Our souls are with you, evermore, + At Eventide. + +MARY E. MANNIX. + + + +OCTOBER 19. + + +THE DOUGLAS SQUIRREL. + +One never tires of this bright chip of nature--this brave little voice +crying in the wilderness--of observing his many works and ways, and +listening to his curious language. His musical, piny gossip is as +savory to the ear as balsam to the palate; and, though he has not +exactly the gift of song, some of his notes are as sweet as those of a +linnet--almost flute-like in softness, while others prick and tingle +like thistles. He is the mocking-bird of squirrels, pouring forth mixed +chatter and song like a perennial fountain; barking like a dog, +screaming like a hawk, chirping like a blackbird or a sparrow; while in +bluff, audacious noisiness he is a very jay. + +JOHN MUIR, +in _The Mountains of California._ + + + +OCTOBER 20. + + +A beautiful sight it must have been, the wild-eyed graceful mustang +with its gaily dressed rider sweeping hither and thither among the +frightened hosts, swerving suddenly to right or left to avoid the horns +of some infuriated beast, the riata flashing high in air, then, with +unerring aim, descending upon the shoulders of some reluctant prisoner; +amid all the confusion the bursts of musical laughter or noisier +applause, then the oaths, in the liquid Spanish tongue sounding sweetly +to the ear of the uninitiated. + +HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, +in _Camping with Fox-Hounds in Southern California, +Overland Monthly, February_, 1892. + + + +OCTOBER 21. + + +Immediately, with that short, pumping bay that tells the trail is hot, +the game near, and sends the blood rushing to one's very finger-ends, +the swaying, eager line of hounds came swiftly down the rocky slope, +across the gully ahead and up the other side, following, exactly, the +path of the game. One directly behind the other they went, heads well +up, so strong was the scent, necks out-stretched, rumps in air, tails +wagging in short, fierce strokes. No thought had they for us, intent +only on the game their noses told them must be close at hand. + +HELEN ELLIOTT BANDINI, +in _Hunting the Wild Cat in Southern California. From +Overland Monthly, March_, 1892. + + + +OCTOBER 22. + + +Life is a fight. Millions fail. Only the strong win. Failure is worse +than death. Man's internal strength is created by watching +circumstances like a hawk, meeting her every spring stiff and straight, +laughing at her pit-falls--which in the beginning of life are excess, +excess, and always excess, and all manner of dishonor. Strength is +created by adversity, by trying to win first the small battles of life, +then the great, by casting out fear, by training the mind to rule in +all things--the heart, the passions, the impulses, which if indulged +make the brain the slave instead of the master. Success, for which +alone a man lives, if he be honest with himself, comes to those who are +strong, strong, strong. + +GERTRUDE ATHERTON, +in _Rulers of Kings._ + + + +OCTOBER 23. + + +WITH THE ARIZONA COWBOYS. + +The cow or steer that is selected to be roped or cut out rarely +escapes. While the horse is in hot pursuit the rider dexterously +whirls his riata above his head until, at a favorable moment, it +leaves his hand, uncoiling as it flies through the air, and if the +throw is successful, the noose falls over the animal's head. Suddenly +the horse comes to a full stop and braces himself for the shock. When +the animal caught reaches the end of the rope it is brought to an +abrupt halt and tumbled in a heap on the ground. * * * The cowboy is +out of the saddle and on his feet in a jiffy. He grasps the prostrate +animal by the tail and a hind leg, throws it on its side, and ties its +four feet together, so that it is helpless and ready for branding or +inspection. + +J.A. MUNK, +in _Arizona Sketches._ + + + +OCTOBER 24. + + +So here I am--settled at the ole Bar Y. And it'd take a twenty-mule +team t'pull me offen it. Of a evenin', like this, the boss, he sits +on the east porch, smokin'; the boys're strung along the side of +the bunk-house t'rest and pass and laugh; and, out yonder, is the +cottonwoods, same as ever, and the ditch, and the mesquite leveler'n +a floor; and--up over it all--the moon, white and smilin'. + +Then, outen the door nigh where the sunflowers're growin', mebbe she'll +come--a slim, little figger in white. And, if it's plenty warm, and not +too late, why, she'll be totin' the smartest, cutest---- * * * That's +my little wife--that's Macie, now--a-singin' to the kid! + +ELEANOR GATES, +in _Cupid: the Cow-Punch._ + + + +OCTOBER 25. + + +Let this be known, that a west-land ranch is no more than a farm, and +a farm at the outermost edge of man's dominions is forever a school +and a field of strife and a means of grace to those who live thereon. + +* * * The ways of the earth, the ways of the seasons, the ways of the +elements, these had something to impart, eternally. And man, no longer +in the bond with the wild things all about him, wages ceaseless war +against them, to protect his crops and the fowls and the animals that +have come beneath his guardian-ship and know no laws of the air-folk, +the brush-folk, or the forest-folk with whom they were once in +brotherhood. + +PHILIP VERRILL MIGHELS, +in _Chatwit, the Man-Talk Bird._ + + + +OCTOBER 26. + + +And after supper, when the sun was down, and they was just a kinda +half-light on the mesquite, and the old man was on the east porch, +smokin', and the boys was all lined up along the front of the +bunk-house, clean outen sight of the far side of the yard, why I just +sorta wandered over to the calf-corral, then 'round by the barn and +the Chink's shack, and landed up out to the west, where they's a row +of cottonwoods by the new irrigatin' ditch. Beyond, acrost a hunderd +mile of brown plain, here was the moon a-risin', bigger'n a dishpan, +and a cold white. I stood agin a tree and watched it crawl through the +clouds. The frogs was a-watchin', too, I reckon, fer they begun to +holler like the dickens, some bass and some squeaky. And then, frum +the other side of the ranch-house, struck up a mouth-organ. + +ELEANOR GATES, +in _Cupid: the Cow-Punch._ + + + +OCTOBER 27. + + +EL VAQUERO. + + Tinged with the blood of Aztec lands, + Sphinx-like, the tawny herdsman stands, + A coiled riata in his hands. + Devoid of hope, devoid of fear, + Half brigand, and half cavalier-- + This helot, with imperial grace, + Wears ever on his tawny face + A sad, defiant look of pain. + Left by the fierce iconoclast, + A living fragment of the past-- + Greek of the Greeks he must remain. + +LUCIUS HARWOOD FOOTE. + + + His broad brimmed hat push'd back with careless air, + The proud vaquero sits his steed as free + As winds that toss his black, abundant hair. + +JOAQUIN MILLER. + + + +OCTOBER 28. + + +There was to be a _rodeo_ on the Del Garda ranch. Out of the thousands +of that moving herd could they single the mighty steer that bore their +brand, or the wild-eyed cow whose yearling calf had not yet felt the +searing-iron. Into the very midst of the seething mass would a +_vaquero_ dart, single out his victim without a moment's halt, drive +the animal to the open space, and throw his lasso with unerring aim. +If a steer proved fractious two of the centaurs would divide the +labor, and while one dexterously threw the rope around his horns, the +other's lasso had quickly caught the hind foot, and together they +brought him to the earth. + +JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD McCRACKIN, +in _Overland Tales._ + + + +OCTOBER 29. + + +Near noon we came to a little cattle ranch situated in a flat +surrounded by red dykes and buttes after the manner of Arizona. Here +we unpacked, early as it was, for through the dry countries one has to +apportion his day's journeys by the water to be had. If we went +farther today, then tomorrow night would find us in a dry camp. + +The horses scampered down the flat to search out alfilaria. We roosted +under a slanting shed--where were stock saddles, silver-mounted bits +and spurs, rawhide riatas, branding-irons, and all the lumber of the +cattle business. * * * Shortly the riders began to come in, jingling +up to the shed, with a rattle of spurs and bit-chains. * * * The +chief, a six-footer wearing beautifully decorated gauntlets and a pair +of white buckskin _chaps_, went so far as to say it was a little warm +for the time of year. + +STEWART EDWARD WHITE, +in _The Mountains._ + + + +OCTOBER 30. + + +HANDS UP! + +This is a request that, in the wild and woolly West, "may not be +denied"; and the braver the man is to whom it is addressed, the +quicker does he hasten to comply. Indeed, it would argue the height of +folly if, after a glance into the barrels of a "sawed off," and a look +at the determined eyes behind them, covering your every move, you did +not instantly elevate your hands, and do it with cheerful alacrity. +The plea, "He had the drop on me," will clear you in any frontier +Court of Honor. + +A.E. LYNCH, +in _Self-Torture._ + + + +OCTOBER 31. + + +OUT WEST. + + When the world of waters was parted by the stroke of a mighty rod, + Her eyes were first of the lands of earth to look on the face of God; + The white mists robed and throned her, and the sun in his orbit wide + Bent down from his ultimate pathway and claimed her his chosen bride; + And He that had formed and dowered her with the dower of a royal + queen, + Decreed her the strength of mighty hills, the peace of the plains + between; + The silence of utmost desert, and canyons rifted and riven, + And the music of wide-flung forests where strong winds shout to + heaven. + + * * * * * + + Calling--calling--calling--resistless, imperative, strong-- + Soldier and priest and dreamer--she drew them, a mighty throng. + The unmapped seas took tribute of many a dauntless band, + And many a brave hope measured but bleaching bones in the sand; + Yet for one that fell, a hundred sprang out to fill his place, + For death at her call was sweeter than life in a tamer race. + Sinew and bone she drew them; steel-thewed--and the weaklings shrank-- + Grim-wrought of granite and iron were the men of her foremost rank. + + * * * * * + + The wanderers of earth turned to her--outcast of the older lands-- + With a promise and hope in their pleading, and she reached them + pitying hands; + And she cried to the Old World cities that drowse by the Eastern main: + "Send me your weary, house-worn broods and I'll send you men again! + Lo! here in my wind-swept reaches, by my marshalled peaks of snow, + Is room for a larger reaping than your o'er-tilled fields can grow; + Seed of the Man-seed springing to stature and strength in my sun, + Free with a limitless freedom no battles of men, have won." + +SHARLOT HALL, +in _Out West._ + + + +NOVEMBER 1. + + +One night when the plain was like a sea of liquid black, and the sky +blazed with stars, we rode by a sheep-herder's camp. The flicker of a +fire threw a glow out into the dark. A tall wagon, a group of +silhouetted men, three or four squatting dogs, were squarely within +the circle or illumination. And outside, in the penumbra of shifting +half light, now showing clearly, now fading into darkness, were the +sheep, indeterminate in bulk, melting away by mysterious thousands +into the mass of night. We passed them. They looked up, squinting +their eyes against the dazzle of the fire. The night closed about us +again. + +STEWART EDWARD WHITE, +in _The Mountains._ + + + +NOVEMBER 2. + + +THE DROUTH: 1898. + + No low of cattle from these silent fields + Fills, with soft sounds of peace, the evening air; + No fresh-mown hay its scented incense yields + From these sad meadows, stricken brown and bare. + + The brook, that rippled on its summer way, + Shrinks out of sight within its sandy bed, + Defenseless of a covert from the ray, + Dazzling and pitiless, that beams o'erhead. + + The rose has lost its bloom; the lily dies; + Our garden's perfumed treasures all are fled; + The bee no longer to their sweetness flies, + The humming-bird no longer dips his head. + + The butterfly--that fairy-glancing thing-- + Ethereal blossom of the light and air! + No longer poises on its fluttering wing; + How could it hover in this bleak despair? + +FRANCES M. MILNE, +in _For Today._ + + + +NOVEMBER 3. + + +During this first autumn rain, those of us who are so fortunate as to +live in the country are conscious of a strange odor pervading all the +air. It is as though Dame Nature were brewing a vast cup of herb tea, +mixing in the fragrant infusion all the plants dried and stored so +carefully during the summer. When the clouds vanish after this +baptismal shower, everything is charmingly fresh and pure, and we have +some of the rarest of days. Then the little seeds, harbored through +the long summer in earth's bosom, burst their coats and push up their +tender leaves, till on hillside and valley-floor appears a delicate +mist of green, which gradually confirms itself into a soft, rich +carpet--and all the world is verdure clad. Then we begin to look +eagerly for our first flowers. + +MARY ELIZABETH PARSONS, +in _The Wild Flowers of California._ + + + +NOVEMBER 4. + + +In basketry the Pomo Indians of California found an outlet for the +highest conceptions of art that their race was capable of. Protected +by their isolation from other tribes, they worked out their ideas +undisturbed--with every incentive for excellence they had reached a +height in basketry when the American first disturbed them which has +never been equaled--not only by no other Indian tribe, but by no other +people in the world in any age. These stolid Indian women have a +knowledge of materials and their preparation, a delicacy of touch, an +artistic conception of symmetry, of form and design, a versatility in +varying and inventing beautiful designs, and an eye for color, which +place their work on a high plane of art. + +CARL PURDY, +in _Out West._ + + + +NOVEMBER 5. + + +WHEN IT RAINS IN CALIFORNY. + + When it rains in Californy + It makes the tourist mad, + But folks that's got the crops to raise + Is feelin' mighty glad; + I stand out in the showers, + Wet as a drownded rat, + And watch the grain a-growin', + And the cattle gettin' fat. + + Sorry for them Easterners, + Kickin' like Sam Hill, + But the sun-kissed land is thirsty + And wants to drink its fill. + Oh, hear the poppies laughin', + And the happy mockers sing, + When it rains in Californy, + Through the glory of the spring. + +JOHN S. McGROARTY, +in _Just California._ + + + +NOVEMBER 6. + + +The broad valley had darkened. The mountains opposite had lost their +sharp details and dulled to an opaque silver blue in the mists of +twilight. They had become great shadow mountains, broad spirit masses, +and seemed to melt imperceptibly from form to form toward the +horizon.... + +There had come a harmony more perfect than life could ever give. It +included all their love that had gone before and something greater, +vaster--all life, all nature, and all God. + +HAROLD S. SYMMES, +in _The Divine Benediction, Putnam's, Oct._, 1906. + + + +NOVEMBER 7. + + +AFTER THE RAIN. + + "Sweet fields stand dressed in living green," + That late were brown and bare. + The twitter of the calling birds + With music fills the air. + + Was ever sky so heavenly blue-- + "Clear shining after rain!" + Was ever wind so soft and pure, + To breathe away our pain! + + Oh, roses white, and roses red, + Your fragrant leaves unfold! + Oh, lily, lift your chalice pure + And show your heart of gold! + +FRANCES MARGARET MILNE, +in _For To-day._ + + + +NOVEMBER 8. + + +She does not appear in public, and her name is seldom seen in the +newspapers. She writes no books, delivers no lectures, paints no great +pictures, but remains the inconspicuous, silent worker, blessing her +home, reinforcing her husband, bringing up her children, and doing the +most important work God has intrusted to the hands of a woman. She is +still a great force in the nation; for the hand that rocks the cradle +still rules the world. Whenever you find a great man, you will find a +great woman. All successful men, it will be found, depend upon some +woman. So Garfield thought when he kissed his mother after kissing the +Bible, when made President of the United States. + +REV. WILLIAM RADER, +in _Lecture on Uncle Sam; or The Reign of the Common People._ + + + +NOVEMBER 9. + + +Found that "gracious hollow that God made" in his mother's shoulder +that fit his head as pillows of down never could. Cried when they took +him away from it, when he was a tiny baby, "with no language but a +cry." Cried once again, twenty-five or thirty years afterward, when +God took it away from him. All the languages he had learned, and all +the eloquent phrasing the colleges had taught him, could not then +voice the sorrow of his heart so well as the tears he tried to check. + +ROBERT J. BURDETTE, +in _The Story of Rollo._ + + + +NOVEMBER 10. + + +Lovely color and graceful outline and clever texture are good things, +but we need more, much more, for the making of a real picture. When +the soul is brimming with an overflowing bounty of beauty, all means +are inadequate to express the fullness of its splendor. Man has not +yet come to his full heritage, but every new mode of expression is an +added language which brings him a little nearer to it. + +W.L. JUDSON, +in _The Building of a Picture._ + + +The future of this country depends naturally upon the caliber of the +succeeding generations, and if the Catholic Church is to succeed in +California or elsewhere along material as well as spiritual lines, it +must keep the fear of God in our men and the love of children in our +women, and if these two fundamental virtues are thoroughly sustained, +we need have no anxiety as to the future. + +JOSEPH SCOTT, +in _Speech at the Seattle Exposition._ + + + +NOVEMBER 11. + + +BEAUTY. + + A hint is flung from the scene most fair + That real beauty is not there; + That earth and blossom, sea and sky, + Would be empty without the seeing eye, + That form and color, movement and rhythm + Are not true elements of heaven + Till passed through transforming power of thought; + For eye seeth only what soul hath wrought. + Ah! Beauty, thou the flowering art + Of the upright mind and guileless heart. + +MARY RUSSELL MILLS. + + + +NOVEMBER 12. + + +THE BRAKEMAN AT CHURCH. + +After asking the Brakeman if he had been to each of the leading +churches, the querist finally suggested the Baptists. "Ah, ha!" he +shouted. "Now you're on the Shore Line! River Road, eh? Beautiful +curves, lines of grace at every bend and sweep of the river; all steel +rail and rock ballast; single track, and not a siding from the +round-house to the terminus. Takes a heap of water to run it through; +double tanks at every station, and there isn't an engine in the shops +that can run a mile or pull a pound with less than two gauges. * * * +And yesterday morning, when the conductor came around taking up fares +with a little basket punch, I didn't ask him to pass me; I paid my +fare like a little Jonah--twenty-five cents for a ninety-minute run, +with a concert by the passengers thrown in." + +ROBERT J. BURDETTE, +_Pastor Emeritus Temple Baptist Church, Los Angeles._ + + + +NOVEMBER 13. + + +Directly opposite sat a Chinese dignitary richly apparrelled, serene, +bland, bearing with courteous equanimity flirtatious overtures of an +unattached blonde woman at his left, and the pert coquetry of a young +girl at the other side. The mother of the girl ventured meek, unheeded +remonstrances between mouthfuls of crab salad. * * * + +"But you have not answered my question," he reminded her. "Do you +believe in affinities?" + +"I think that I do," hesitatingly. + +"You are not certain?" + +"N-o; if to have an affinity means to have a very dear friend, whom +one trusts, and whom one desires to make happy--" + +"You speak as if you had such a friend in mind," he hazarded. + +"I have," she replied simply. + +"Happy man!" he sighed. + +"I referred to my St. Bernard dog." + +"Oh!" Protracted silence. "No use," he drawled. "My pride will not let +me enter the lists with a St. Bernard." + +"That is not pride, but modesty," she asserted, and laughed. Her +laughter reminded Horton of liquid sunshine, melted pearls, and +sparkling cascades. + +IDA MANSFIELD WILSON, +in _According to Confucius._ + + + +NOVEMBER 14. + + +There's only one thing to do, there can be but one--to say the thing +your soul says, to live the life your heart wills, to die the death +your imagination approves and your spirit sanctions! + +MIRIAM MICHELSON, +in _Anthony Overman._ + + + +NOVEMBER 15. + + +TWO LITTLE CHINESE SISTERS. + +Their blouses were of pink silk, and their trousers of pale lavender. +They wore gay head-dresses, and were indeed beautiful to look upon. + +Sai Gee, a little-footed playmate of theirs, lived a few doors from +them, and they had no difficulty in finding her home. Sai Gee was also +dressed up in her gayest attire. * * * Sai Gee could play the flute. +It was really wonderful. She sat upon a stool, over which an +embroidered robe had been thrown, and played to them. Her hair was +done in a coil back of her right ear, and her little brown face was +sweet and wistful as she brought forth from the flute the most +wonderful sounds. + +JESSIE JULIET KNOX, +in _Little Almond Blossoms._ + + + +NOVEMBER 16. + + +She was only a little yellow woman from Asia, with queer, wide +trousers for skirts and rocker-soled shoes that flopped against her +heels. Her uncovered black hair was firmly knotted and securely pinned +and her eyes were black of color and soft of look. * * * She saw the +morning sun push its way through a sea of amber and the nickel dome of +the great observatory on Mount Hamilton standing ebony against the +radiant East. She heard the Oriental jargon of the early hucksters who +cried their wares in the ill-smelling alleys, and with tears she added +to the number of pearls which the dew had strewn upon the porch. + +W.C. MORROW, +in _The Ape, the Idiot and Other People._ + + + +NOVEMBER 17. + + +Sing is not included in the category of "goody-goody" boys. He is full +of fun, and play, and willful pranks, and he sees the ridiculous side +of everything quickly, but he seems naturally to accept only the good +and to shun evil in any form. He is pure and innocent by nature and +seems attracted to every person of similar characteristics. He has +discernment and watches the faces of people closely, seeming to care +more for their motives than for their deeds. + +NELLIE BLESSING EYSTER, +in _A Chinese Quaker._ + + + +NOVEMBER 18. + + +INDIAN ARROW HEADS FOUND IN CALIFORNIA. + +Obsidian is a beautiful, translucent volcanic rock, usually black, +with cloudy flecks, as are seen in jade; like jade it is so hard as to +be capable of taking an edge like a razor. Flaked on its flat surface +and often beautifully serrated on the edge, an arrowhead or a +spearhead is in itself a thing of beauty and a work of art, whether +the Indian manufacturer knew it or not. + +L. CLARE DAVIS +in "Long Ago in San Joaquin," in _Sunset Magazine._ + + + In a year, in a year, when the grapes are ripe, + I shall stay no more away-- + Then if you still are true, my love, + It will be our wedding day. + + In a year, in a year, when my time is past-- + Then I'll live in your love for aye. + Then if you still are true, my love, + It will be our wedding day. + +JACK LONDON. + + + +NOVEMBER 19. + + +Had California owed her settlement and civic life wholly to the +vanguard of that pioneer host, which ... pressed steadily westward to +Kansas and the Rockies, the Golden State would not have today that +literary flavor that renders her in a measure a unique figure among +the western states of the country. + +JAMES MAIN DIXON, +in _California and Californians in Literature._ + + + +NOVEMBER 20. + + +All things are but material reflections of mental images. This is +realized in picture and statue in temple and machine. The picture is +but a faint representation of the picture in the soul of painter. He +did his best to catch it with brush and canvas. Had it not existed for +him before the brush was in his hand, it would never have been +painted. * * * Concentration is the only mental attitude under which +mental images (ideals) shape themselves into the material life. As +long as you hold an ideal before you that long is it shaping itself +into your body, your business and into your social life. When you +change your ideal then the new begins to shape itself. Have you, like +the sculptor, held to one till it carves itself "into the marble +real?" Or have you taken the life-block and placed it into the hands +of an Ideal today, another tomorrow, and another next day, till you +have as many ideals as you have days? * * * Is not your life a +composite of all these, not one complete? Concentration means holding +to one ideal until your objective life becomes that mental picture. +Thus it is true: I am that which I think myself to be. + +HENRY HARRISON BROWN, +in _Concentration: The Road to Success._ + + + +NOVEMBER 21. + + +The process which we call evolution is the return of the atom to God, +or the extension of consciousness in the growing creation, and this +process which unifies all that exists or can exist in our world is the +working out of the One Purpose and Plan by the One Power. This is what +we mean by the Spiritual Constitution of the Universe, and in the +light of this thought every person, animal, plant and mineral, every +atom and all force, all events and circumstances and conditions and +objects are more or less intelligent and conscious expressions of the +One Purpose and the One Life. Man is thus led to count nothing human +foreign to him, and his inner eyes open to perceive Truth, Goodness +and Beauty everywhere. + +BENJAMIN FAY MILLS, +in _The New Revelation._ + + + +NOVEMBER 22. + + +Laughter is the music of the soul. It is the sun falling on the rain +drops. Laughter is the nightingale's voice in the night. It chases +away care, destroys worry. It is the intoxicating cup of good nature, +which cheers, but does not cheat. Laughter paints pictures, dreams +dreams, and floods life with love. Blessed are the people who can +laugh! Laughter is religion and hope; and the apostles of good nature, +who see the bright side of life, the queer and funny things among men, +the clowns in Vanity Fair, as well as the deep and terrible pathos of +life, are missionaries of comfort and evangels of good health. + +REV. WILLIAM RADER, +in _Lecture on Uncle Sam; or The Reign of the Common People._ + + + +NOVEMBER 23. + + +Given so unique a climate as ours of Southern California, one would +expect it to be hailed gladly as a helper in the solution of this +problem of how and where to build and how to adorn one's home. For it +really meets the most trying items of the problem, making it a pure +pleasure. + +Instead, then, of the styles which suit the winter-climate of other +states, and which, transplanted here, have grown too often into +mongrel specimens of foreign style and other times--we should adapt +our Southern California homes, first of all, to the climatic +conditions which prevail here. + +MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE, +in _The Mother of Clubs._ + + + +NOVEMBER 24. + + +Houses furnished in all the styles of modern decorative art rise in +all directions, embowered in roses, geraniums, heliotropes, and lilies +that bloom the long year round and reach a size that makes them hard +to recognize as old friends. Among them rise the banana, the palm, the +aloe, the rubber tree, and the pampas-grass with its tall feathery +plumes. Here and there one sees the guava, the Japanese persimmon, +Japanese plum, or some similar exotic--but grapes and oranges are the +principal product. Yet there are groves of English walnuts almost +rivaling in size the great orange orchards, and orchards of prunes, +nectarines, apricots, plums, pears, peaches, and apples that are +little behind in size or productiveness. + +T.S. VAN DYKE, +in _Southern California._ + + + +NOVEMBER 25. + + +He saw a great hall furnished in the most extravagantly complete style +of Indian art. The walls were entirely covered with Navaho and Hopi +blankets. There was a frieze of Apache hide-shields, each painted with +a brave's totem, and beneath, a solid cornice of buffalo skulls. +Puma-skins carpeted the floor; at least a hundred baskets trimmed with +wood-pecker and quail feathers were scattered about; trophies of +Indian bows, arrows, lances, war-clubs, tomahawks, pipes and knives +decorated the wall spaces. Two couches were made up of Zuni bead-work +ornaments and buck-skin embroideries. In spite of all this, it was a +tastefully designed room, rather than a museum, flaming with color and +vibrant with vitality. + +GELETT BURGESS, +in _A Little Sister of Destiny._ + + + +NOVEMBER 26. + + +She sent a hundred messages out into the hills by thought's wonderful +telegraphy. She saw the yellow-green of the new shoots; the gray-green +of the gnarled live oak; she felt that the mariposa was waking in the +brown hillside. She almost heard the creamy bells of the tall yucca +pealing out a hymn to the God who expresses himself in continual +creation. Then, O, wonder of wonders! Over the same invisible wires +came back the response: It all means love, the earth's rendings, the +rains, winds, scorchings--it all means love in the grand consummation, +nothing but love. She thrilled to the wonder of it. + +ELIZABETH BAKER BOHAN, +in _The Strength of the Weak._ + + + +NOVEMBER 27. + + +THE IDEAL CALIFORNIA EDITOR. + +The ideal editor must be a colossal, composite figure, one to whom no +man of whatever age, race or color, is a stranger; one whose mobility +of character and elasticity of temperament expands or contracts as +occasion demands, without deflecting in the least from the law of +perfect harmony. He must know how to smile encouragement, frown +disapproval, or, at an instant's notice bow deferentially and attend +with utmost courtesy to wearisome stories of stupid patrons, or listen +to the fantastic schemes of radical reformers and, with apparent +seriousness and ostensible amiability, nod acquiescence to the +wild-eyed revolutionist upon whom he inwardly vows to keep a careful +watch lest the fire-brand agitator commit serious public mischief. The +ideal editor of the popular press must be the quintescence of tact; an +adroit strategist, a sagacious chief executive, keenly critical, ably +judicial, broad, generous, sympathetic, hospitable, aye, charitable, +magnanimous, ready to forgive and forget, patient and long-suffering +when subjected to the competitive lash of adverse criticism, bearing +calumny rather with quiet dignity than stooping to low and vulgar +forms of retaliation. + +BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH, +in _Sunday Times Magazine._ + + + +NOVEMBER 28. + + +CALIFORNIA TO IRELAND. + + Great! Erect! Majestic! Free! + Thrilled with life from sea to sea. + See the Motherland uphold + To the sky her Green and Gold. + +LAURENCE BRANNICK. + + + +NOVEMBER 29. + + +And the books! Without final data at hand, I incline to believe that +by the time the war came along to give us a new text, California had +already, in a dozen years, doubled the volume of American literature. +In the same way, of course, that it was doubled again--for our war +literature was not mostly written upon the battle-field. In half a +century this current has not ceased. It is a lean month even now which +does not see, somewhere, some sort of book about California. It is +certain that as much literature (using the word as it is used) has +been written of California as of all the other states together. This +means, of course, only matter in which the State is an essential, not +an incident. + +CHARLES F. LUMMIS, +in _The Right Hand of the Continent, Out West, +June_, 1902. + + + +NOVEMBER 30. + + +By a queer sequence of circumstances, the essays, begun in the _Lark_, +were continued in the _Queen_, and, if you have read these two papers, +you will know that one magazine is as remote in character from the +other as San Francisco is from London. But each has happened to fare +far afield in search of readers, and between them I may have converted +a few to my optimistic view of every-day incident. To educate the +British Matron and Young Person was, perhaps, no more difficult than +to open the eyes of the California Native Son. The fogs that fall over +the Thames are not very different to the mists that drive in through +the Golden Gate, after all! + +GELETT BURGESS, +in _The Romance of the Commonplace._ + + + +DECEMBER 1. + + +The Bohemian Club, whose real founder is said to have been the late +Henry George, was formed in the '70's by newspaper writers and men +working in the arts or interested in them. It had grown to a +membership of 750. It still kept for its nucleus painters, writers, +musicians and actors, amateur and professional. They were a gay group +of men, and hospitality was their evocation. Yet the thing which set +this club off from all others in the world was the midsummer High +Jinks. The club owned a fine tract of redwood forest fifty miles north +of San Francisco. In August the whole Bohemian Club, or such as could +get away from business, went up to this grove and camped out for two +weeks. On the last night they put on the Jinks proper, a great +spectacle in praise of the forest with poetic words, music and effects +done by the club. In late years this has been practically a masque or +an opera. It cost about $10,000. * * * The thing which made it +possible was the art spirit which is in the Californian. + +WILL IRWIN, +in _The City That Was._ + + + +DECEMBER 2. + + +Nearly all is now covered with a luxuriant growth of vegetation the +most diverse, yet all of it foreign to the soil. Side by side are the +products of two zones, reaching the highest stages of perfection, yet +none of them natives of this coast. + +Gay cottages now line the roads where so recently the hare cantered +along the dusty cattle-trail; and villages lie brightly green with a +wealth of foliage where the roaring wings of myriads of quail shook +the air above impenetrable jungles of cactus. + +T.S. VAN DYKE, +in _Southern California._ + + + +DECEMBER 3. + + +* * * The chief and highest function of the University is to assert +and perpetually prove that general principles--laws--govern Man, +Society, Nature, Life; and to make unceasing war on the reign of +temporary expedients. * * * There never was a period or a country in +which the reign of fundamental law needed constant assertion and more +perpetual proof than our own period and our own country. * * * The +living danger is that society may come to permanently distrust the +reign of law. * * * A national or a personal life built on expedients +of the day, like a house built on the sand, will inevitably come to +ruin. + +PRESIDENT HOLDEN, +in _Inaugural Address of University of California_, 1886. + + + +DECEMBER 4. + + +And now my story is told, the story of my work, and the story of my +life. Looking back over all the long stretch of years that I have +carried this heavy burden, though I should not care to assume it +again, yet I am not sorry to have borne it. Of the various motives +which urge men to the writing of books, perhaps the most worthy, +worthier by far than the love of fame, is the belief that the author +has something to say which will commend itsself to his fellow-man, +which perchance his fellow-man may be the better for hearing. If I +have fulfilled in some measure even the first of these conditions, +then has my labor not been in vain. + +HUBERT HOWE BANCROFT, +in _Literary Industries._ + + + +DECEMBER 5. + + +LAW IN THE EARLY MINING-CAMPS. + +Here, in a new land, under new conditions, subjected to tremendous +pressure and strain, but successfully resisting them, were associated +bodies of freemen bound together for a time by common interests, ruled +by equal laws, and owning allegiance to no higher authority than their +own sense of right and wrong. They held meetings, chose officers, +decided disputes, meted out a stern and swift punishment to offenders, +and managed their local affairs with entire success; and the growth of +their committees was proceeding at such a rapid rate, that days and +weeks were often sufficient for vital changes, which, in more staid +communities, would have required months or even years. + +CHARLES HOWARD SHINN, +in _Mining Camps._ + + + +DECEMBER 6. + + +New towns were laid out in the valleys to supply the camps, and those +already established grew with astonishing rapidity. Stockton, for +instance, increased in three months from a solitary ranch-house to a +canvas city of one thousand inhabitants. Sacramento also became a +canvas city, whose dust-clouds whirled, and men, mules, and oxen +toiled; where boxes, barrels, bales innumerable, were piled in the +open air, no shelter being needed for months. For the City Hotel, +Sacramento, thirty thousand dollars per year was paid as rent, +although it was only a small frame building. The Parker House, San +Francisco, cost thirty thousand dollars to build, and rented for +fifteen thousand dollars per month. + +CHARLES HOWARD SHINN, +in _Mining Camps._ + + + +DECEMBER 7. + + +The prospector is the advance agent of progress, civilization and +prosperity. * * * It is for the sight of a yellow streak in his pan +that he has been tempted to endure the fatigue, cold, and hunger of +the mountains, and the heat, thirst and horror of the desert. + +The prospector is a man of small pretensions, of peaceful disposition, +indomitable will, boundless perseverance, remarkable endurance, +undoubted courage, irrepressible hopefulness, and unlimited +hospitality He is the friend of every man till he has evidence that +the man is his enemy, and he is the most respected man in the mining +regions of the West. + +ARTHUR J. BURDICK, +in _The Mystic Mid-Region._ + + + +DECEMBER 8. + + +To a little camp of 1848 a lad of sixteen came one day, footsore, +weary, hungry, and penniless. There were thirty robust and cheerful +miners at work in the ravine; and the lad sat on the bank, watching +them awhile in silence, his face telling the sad story of his +fortunes. At last one stalwart miner spoke to his fellows, saying: + +"Boys, I'll work an hour for that chap if you will." + +At the end of the hour a hundred dollars' worth of gold dust was laid +in the youth's handkerchief. The miners made out a list of tools and +necessaries. + +"You go," they said, "and buy these, and come back. We'll have a good +claim staked out for you. Then you've got to paddle for yourself." +Thus genuine and unconventional was the hospitality of the +mining-camp. + +CHARLES HOWARD SHINN, +in __Mining Camps._ + + + +DECEMBER 9. + + +Down in the gulch bottoms were the old placer diggings. Elaborate +little ditches for the deflection of water, long cradles for the +separation of gold, decayed rockers, and shining in the sun the tons +and tons of pay dirt which had been turned over pound by pound in the +concentrating of its treasure. Some of the old cabins still stood. It +was all deserted now, save for the few who kept trail for the +freighters, or who tilled the restricted bottom lands of the flats. +Road-runners racked away down the paths; squirrels scurried over +worn-out placers, jays screamed and chattered in and out of the +abandoned cabins. And the warm California sun embalmed it all in a +peaceful forgetfulness. + +STEWART EDWARD WHITE, +in _The Mountains._ + + + +DECEMBER 10. + + +GOD IS EVERYWHERE. + + Under the grass, the flowers, and the sod + Go deep enough and you will find God. + The royal red-gold of the sunset glow + A veil for His unseen face doth show. + And all the star-cool vastnesses of night + Still hide Him not from the Spirit's sight. + + I will see Him in all, I will trust Him in all, + I will love but the God, to the God will I call. + Till God, full and perfect, every soul shall reveal, + And God's glorious purpose each life shall fulfill; + Till the earth showeth whole, without break, without seam, + Till God's truth and God's beauty stand clear and supreme. + +MARY RUSSELL MILLS, +in _Fellowship Magazine._ + + + +DECEMBER 11. + + +THE KILLING OF THE DEVIL, AS TOLD IN THE +LANGUEDOC FOLK-TALE OF THE THREE STRONG MEN. + +Oh! that was a desperate struggle--terrific and horrible to see! The +devil shrieked and howled; he scratched and bit; while Crowbar, dumb +and purple in the face, gave telling blows with his fists. He could +not strike the devil's head, because of the horns, and he could not +grab his body, because it was so sleek and slimy. At length the +devil's strength gave out. Crowbar siezed him by the throat, threw him +on his back, put a knee upon his breast, and, with the cane in his +right hand, gave him a blow between the horns that split his head in +two. But he died hard. His head was split open, yet he was struggling, +whipping the ground with his tail, and foaming at the mouth. At last +he was still. + +SAMUEL JACQUES BRUN, +in _Tales of Languedoc._ + + + +DECEMBER 12. + + +FROM "AFTER HEARING PARSIFAL." + + The century new announces, "Victory!"-- + Through Music's witchery o'er Sin and Hell + Man is redeemed. The Christ is here! The Soul + Now claims its own! Nor hope nor fear + Nor prayer nor hunger now, for lo! 'tis here, + The expected Kingdom--God's and Man's! 'Tis here! + Day-dawn has come! The world-wide quest is o'er! + The Grail was never lost! 'Twas folded safe + Within the petals of my heart, and thou + Enchanter wise, reveal'st to me, my Self! + +HENRY HARRISON BROWN, +in _Now, May_, 1904. + + + +DECEMBER 13. + + +THE VOICE OF THE SNOW. + +Silently flying through the darkened air, swirling, glinting, to their +appointed places, they seem to have taken counsel together, saying, +"Come, we are feeble; let us help one another. We are many, and +together we will be strong. Marching in close, deep ranks, let us roll +away the stones from these mountain sepulchers, and set the landscape +free. Let us uncover these clustering domes. Here let us carve a lake +basin; there a Yosemite Valley; here, a channel for a river with +fluted steps and brows for the plunge of songful cataracts. Yonder let +us spread broad sheets of soil, that man and beast may be fed; and +here pile trains of boulders for pines and giant sequoias. Here make +ground for a meadow; there for a garden and grove." + +JOHN MUIR, +in _The Mountains of California._ + + + +DECEMBER 14. + + +It was winter in San Francisco--not the picturesque winter of the +North or South, but a mild and intermediate season, as if the great +zones had touched hands, and earth were glad of the friendly feeling. +There is no breath from a cold Atlantic to chill the ardor of these +thoughts. Our great, tranquil ocean lies in majesty to the west. It +can fume and fret, but it does so in reason. It does not lash and +storm in vain. + +FRANCES CHARLES, +in _The Siege of Youth._ + + +May the tangling of sunshine and roses never cease upon your path +until after the snows of Winter have covered your way with whiteness. + +MARTIN V. MERLE, +in _The Vagabond Prince, Act IV._ + + + +DECEMBER 15. + + +It was one of those wonderful warm winter days given to San Francisco +instead of the spring she has never experienced. After a week's rain +the sun shone out of a sky as warmly blue as late spring brings in +other climates. The world seemed in a very rapture of creation. The +bay below the garden, new washed and sparkling like a pale emerald, +spread gaily out, and the city's streets terraced down to meet it. The +peculiar delicacy and richness of California roses coaxed by the +softness of the climate to live out-doors sent up a perfume that +hot-house flowers cannot yield. The turf was of a thick, healthy, wet +green, teeming with life. The hills beyond were green as summer in +California cannot make them, and off to the west against the tender +sky the cross on Lone Mountain was etched. + +MIRIAM MICHELSON, +in _Anthony Overman._ + + + +DECEMBER 16. + + +The story is never fully told, and the power of paint or pen can never +express entirely the glory or the strength of the conception which +impelled it. The best is still withheld, inexpressible in human terms. + +Our best songs are still unsung; our best thoughts are still unuttered +and must so remain until eyes and ears and hands are quickened by a +diviner life to a keener sensibility. + +W.L. JUDSON, +in _The Building of a Picture._ + + +Another value in dialect is the fact that sounds are often retained +that are lost in the standard speech, or softer, sweeter tones are +fostered and developed. + +JAMES MAIN DIXON, +in _Dialect in Literature._ + + + +DECEMBER 17. + + +It is a compensation for many ills to awaken some December morning and +feel in the air the warmth of summer and see in the foliage the glad +green of spring. Children play in the parks, and the sun shines, and +even the older folks grew merry. * * * It had been such a day as comes +during Indian summer in other countries. The air had been very kindly +and had breathed nothing but gentleness toward man and vegetation. +Toward February people would be out searching for wild flowers on the +suburban hills. + +FRANCES CHARLES, +in _The Siege of Youth._ + + + +DECEMBER 18. + + +FROM THE FRENCH. + + How vain is life! + Love's little spell, + Hate's little strife, + And then--farewell! + How brief is life! + Hope's lessening light + With dreams is rife, + And then--good night! + +BLANCHE M. BURBANK. + + +"Everyone for himself," is the law of the jungle. But slowly a new +form of expression is shaping and we are beginning to take pride in +the things that are "ours," rather than in that which alone is "mine." + +DANA W. BARTLETT, +in _Our Governtnert in Social Service, or +a Nation at Work in Human Uplift._ + + + +DECEMBER 19. + + +"BACK THERE." + + "Back there," the gambler-wind the snow is shuffling, + Flake after flake down--dealing in despair; + The bladeless field, the birdless thicket muffling, + But now no more the river's stillness ruffling. + Oh, bitter is the sky, and blank its stare-- + Back there! + + "Back there," the wires are down. The blizzard, meaning + No good to man or beast, shakes loose his hair. + The storm-bound train and locomotive preening + His sable plume, the ferry-boat, careening + Between the ice-cakes, icy fringes wear-- + Back there! + +TRACY and LUCY ROBINSON, +in _Out West._ + + + +DECEMBER 20. + + +"OUT HERE." + + "Out Here," a mocker trills his carol olden, + High-perched upon some eucalyptus near. + The meadow lark replies; oranges golden + Peer from the green wherewith they are enfolden, + And perfume fills the winey atmosphere-- + Out Here! + + "Out Here," through virgin soil, in sunlight mellow-- + Ay, and in moonlight!--man his plow may steer, + Nor lose life's edge in friction with his fellow; + Nor, parchment-bound, with yellowing creeds turn yellow, + But feel his heart grow younger every year-- + Out Here! + +TRACY and LUCY ROBINSON, +in _Out West._ + + + +DECEMBER 21. + + +HAPPY HEART. + + As I go lightly on my way + I hear the flowers and grasses talk: + I listen to the gray-beard rock: + I know what 'tis the tree-tops say. + A thousand comrades with me walk + As I go lightly on my way. + + As I go lightly on my way + A bonnie bird a greeting sings, + And gossip from a far clime brings; + A grumbling bee growls out "Good-day"; + A jest the saucy chipmonk flings, + As I go lightly on my way. + + As I go lightly on my way + The brook trips by with dancing feet, + And Song and Laughter soft repeat + Their cadence as I watch its play; + And whispers low the wind, and sweet, + As I go lightly on my way. + +CHARLES E. JENNEY, +in _Country Life in America, September_, 1902. + + + +DECEMBER 22. + + +EUCALYPTUS BLOSSOMS. + + I fell asleep beneath a fragrant + Arrow-leafed tree; + And all night long its drooping branches + Showered sweet dreams on me. + But when the dawn-wind stirred the tree tops + I saw, oh wondrous sight! + My dreams, pale spheres amid the leafage, + Ethereal, poised for flight. + +MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON, +in _Out West Magazine._ + + + +DECEMBER 23. + + +TO MODJESKA. + +Crowned with the glory of artistic achievement, with the love and +devotion of friends and family, with the homage of the world, her +royal yet sweet and gentle spirit has risen from the earth to shine +above like a brilliant star, perpetually transmitting its pure white +light to a reverently admiring multitude. + +BERTHA HIRSCH BARUCH, +_Inscribed on banner accompanying floral tribute of +the Fine Arts League._ + + +NIGHT ON THE DESERT. + + All daylight he followed through endless hot marches + The trail of a plodding desire: + Now with night he has lost the fierce fever of getting, + Adrowse by his dull-embered fire. + Immeasurable silences compass him over, + His body grows one with the streams + Of sands that slide and whisper around him; + The stars draw his soul: and he dreams. + +MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON, +in _Pall Mall Magazine._ + + + +DECEMBER 24. + + +CHRISTMAS. + + The sun's glory lies on the mountain + Like the glow of a golden dream, + Or the flush on a slumbering fountain + That wakes to dawn's roseate beam. + So the year's day dies in a glory, + And dying, like sunrays unfurled, + Casts the peace and love of Christ's story + Over the heart of the world. + +HAROLD T. SYMMES. + + + +DECEMBER 25 AND 26. + + +THE NAZARINE. + + A manger-cradled child, his mother near, + And one they call his father standing by, + Shepherd and Magi, with the gifts they bear, + An angel chorus rolling through the sky-- + Once more the sacred mystery we scan, + And wonder if the Christ be God's best gift to man. + + Pale, patient Pleader, for the poor and those + Whose hearts are homes of sorrow and of pain, + Thy voice is as a balm for all their woes; + Through twenty centuries it calleth plain + As when it breathed the invitation blest-- + "Ye weary, come to Me, and I will give you rest." + + Reason may seek to ruin, science scorn, + But that great love of Thine hath made us wise + In wisdom not of understanding born, + That bids us turn to Thee with longing eyes + And outstretched hands. We know that Thou art He. + Nor do we seek a sign as did the Pharisee. + + Sweet festival that bringeth back once more + The golden dreams of childhood, let us turn + Like little children to the Christmas lore + That once did hold us spellbound, till we learn + Again the lesson of Thy love; for we + Must be like children, Lord, ere we can come to Thee. + +LOUIS ALEXANDER ROBERTSON, +in _Cloistral Strains._ + + + +DECEMBER 27. + + +MEMORIES. + +I watched the dying embers, my vision blurred apace-- +I trod once more that hallowed ground, of kith, of kin, of race. +I saw again the turf-fire send its living flame on high, +Saw youthful figures grouped around the Yule board, laden, nigh. + +The latch went up, the neighbors came and instantly good cheer +Went 'round the festive gathering 'till the Christ-child hour drew near, +The piper played, the dance began, and child and parent fond +Tripped back and forth, tripped high and low, with smile of loving bond. + +ELLEN DWYER DONOVAN, +in _The Christinas Card._ + + + +DECEMBER 28. + + +MOUNT SHASTA. + + As lone as God, and white as Winter moon, + Mount Shasta's peak looks down on forest gloom. + The storm-tossed pines and warlike-looking firs + Have rallied here upon its silver spurs. + Eternal tower, majestic, great and strong, + So silent all, except for Heaven's song-- + For Heaven's voice calls out through silver bars + To Shasta's height; calls out below the stars, + And speaks the way, as though but quarter rod + From Shasta's top unto its maker, God. + +WILLIAM F. BURBANK. + + + +DECEMBER 29 AND 30. + + +WHERE THE CREAMY YUCCA BLOOMS. + + Say mate, I'm in the foothills; + Got a tent to sleep in nights, + Far away from beaten highways + And the talk of human rights; + Far away from din and tumult, + Where the greed of pelf consumes-- + I've a corner, here, of heaven + Where the creamy yucca blooms. + + God! the newborn sense of freedom! + Down in chain and bolt and bar, + Rent the vain that kept in hiding + Lore of sky and silver star. + Wisdom dwelleth not in cities; + 'Tis the foothill night illumes-- + Where the insects chant their hymnals, + And the creamy yucca blooms. + + Get a move on, mate, come out here, + Leave the deadly fever-dreams + Of the street and of the market + Where the "rocky yellow" gleams. + Here you live in every moment, + And the soul its own assumes + In this blessed bit of heaven, + Where the creamy yucca blooms. + +ELIZABETH BAKER BOHAN, +in _West Coast Magazine._ + + + +DECEMBER 31. + + +ELECTRICITY ON THE COMSTOCK. + +Born from nothing, it leaps into existence with the full-fledged +strength of a giant, dies, is born again; lives a thousand lives and +dies a thousand deaths in a single pulsating second of time. + +It soars to every height, plunges to every depth, and stretches its +vast arms throughout illimitable space. + +It plants the first blush upon the cheek of dawn; with brush of gold +upon the glowing canvas of the west, it tells the story of the dying +day. + +At its mere whim and caprice, a thousand pillars of light leap from +the dark and sullen seas which surge about the poles, while from its +shimmering loom it weaves the opalescent tapestry of the aurora to +hang against the black background of the arctic night. + +It rouses nature from her winter sleep, breaks the icy fetters of the +frost that binds the streams, lifts the shroud of snow from off the +landscape, woos the tender mold and bids the birth of bud and blossom; +dowers the flower with perfume and clothes the earth with verdure of +the spring. + +It rides the swift courses of the storms that circle round the bald +crest of old Mount Davidson; cleaves the black curtain of the night +with scimitar of flame; rouses the lightnings from their couch of +clouds and wakes the earthquake. + +Beneath its touch, the beetling crag, which took omnipotence a +thousand years to rear, crumbles into dust, the mere plaything of the +idle wind; it lays its hand upon the populous city with its teeming, +restless multitude. And yesterday, where stood the glittering spire, +the shining tower, the frowning battlement, today the cold gray ocean +rolls in undisputed might. + +It gathers the doings of the day from the four corners of the world, +the tales of love and death, of fire and flood, of strife and +pestilence, and under eight thousand miles of shivering sea, whispers +the babble of two hemispheres. + +It turns the wheels of peace where poor men toil, and helps the +husbandman to plow and plant and reap his whispering grain. + +It rides the wings of war where brave men die; and when it stalks +between contending hosts, exalts the kingly crest and helps an empire +plant its flag of conquest. + +It glows in lonely attics where weary workers toil to earn their +crust. It shines o'er scenes where feet of feasters tread the halls of +revelry. It lights the mourners on their pathway to the tomb. It +glares in haunts where jeweled ringers lift the cup of pleasure to the +month of sin, 'mid the sobbing of the sensuous music and flow of +forbidden wine; and speeding on its way illumes the dim cathedral +aisle, where surpliced priest proclaims the teachings of the master, +and golden-throated choirs lift their hosannas to the King of Kings. + +It was the Maker's ally at the dawn of time, and when God from the +depths of infinite space, said "Let there be light," it sent the pulse +of life along creation's veins, baptized earth's cold brow with floods +of fire, and stood the sponsor of a cradled world. + +SAM P. DAVIS. + + + + +BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES + + +ANGIER, BELLE SUMNER, (Mrs. Walter Burn.) Special training in +floricultural and horticultural subjects. Staff writer on Los Angeles +Times and Los Angeles Express. Writer on garden and floral topics for +California newspapers and many magazines. _Author:_ Garden Book of +California. _Address:_ 1036 N. 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Since 1896 pastor Bethlehem Inst. +Church, Los Angeles, which now covers six city lots. _Author:_ The +Better City: "Our Government in Social Service." _Address:_ Bethlehem +Institutional Church, Los Angeles, Calif. + +BARUCH, BERTHA HIRSCH, _b._ Province of Posen, Germany. Came to New +London, Conn., with father in 1876. Wrote poetry in her teens and was +encouraged by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop in her literary efforts. Active +in College Settlement and Univ. Ext. work. Attended Penn. Univ. and +Yale. On editorial staff Los Angeles Times. _Address:_ 1168 W. 36th +St., Los Angeles, Calif. + +BASHFORD, HERBERT, _b._ Sioux City, Ia., 1871. Contributor to leading +magazines on literature and the drama. _Author:_ The Wolves of the +Sea; The Tenting of the Tillicums: At the Shrine of Song, etc. Writer +of several successful plays, The Defiance of Doris, etc. _Address:_ +San Jose, Calif. + +BINGHAM, HELEN, _b._ San Francisco, Aug. 23, 1885. _Ed._ private +tutors, with special reference to Archaeology. _Author:_ In Tamal +Land. $2.00. _Address:_ 785 Cole St., San Francisco, Calif. + +BLAND, HENRY MEADE, _b._ Suisun, Solano Co., Calif., April 21, 1863. +_Ed._ public schools, University of the Pacific (Ph.D., 1890), +Stanford University (M.A., 1895). Professor English Literature since +1898 at State Normal School, San Jose. Contributor leading magazines. +_Author:_ A song of Autumn and Other Poems. 1908. $1.00. _Address:_ +State Normal School, San Jose, Calif. + +BOHAN, MRS. ELIZABETH BAKER, _b._ England, August 18. When 4 years old +came to Milwaukee, Wisc. _Ed._ in public schools. Married in Milwaukee +and began to write short stories, poems, and philosophical articles. +_Author:_ The Drag-net, 1909, C.M. Clark, Boston. The Strength of the +Weak, Grafton Co., Los Angeles $1.50 each. _Address:_ 1844 Santa Cruz +Street, Los Angeles, California. + +BOOTHS, CHARLES BEACH, _b._ Stratford, Conn., July 3, 1851. _Ed._ +Stratford Acad. 1894 came to Los Angeles. Pres. Nat. Irrigation +Congress, 1896-7. Writer on Conservation of National Resources. +_Address:_ Los Angeles, Calif. + +BRANNICK, LAURENCE, _b._ Scardene, Co. Mayo, Ire., May 24, 1874. _Ed._ +St. Jarlath's College, Tuam and Maynooth College. B.A. 1907 Univ. S. +Calif. Writer for papers and magazines. Especially interested in +perpetuation of Gaelic language. _Address:_ Station K., Los Angeles, +Calif. + +BRIGMAN, MRS. ANNIE W., _b._ Honolulu, Dec. 3. Came to California in +young girlhood. Writer of verses to accompany her own artistic +photographs. _Address:_ 647 32nd St., Oakland, Calif. + +BRININSTOOL. E.A., _b._ Warsaw, Wyoming Co., N.Y., October 11, 1870. +Attended common school until 17. In 1887 learned printer's trade. In +1895 came to Calif. In 1900 began to write humorous verse for the Los +Angeles Times, Record, Examiner and Express. Since 1905 on Los Angeles +Express in editorial paragraphs and a short column of verse and +miscellaneous matter, dubbed, "Lights and Shadows." _Address:_ The +Express, Los Angeles, Calif. + +BROOKS, FRED EMERSON, _b._ Waverly, N.Y., Dec. 5, 1850. _Grad._ +Madison (now Colgate) Univ., 1873. Lived in S.F. 1873-1891. S.F. Call +styled him California's Celebration Poet. Writer of plays, magazine +articles, etc. _Author:_ Old Ace and Other Poems. Pickett's Charge and +Other Poems, (both by Forbes & Co., Chicago.) _Address:_ 564 W. 182nd +St., New York. + +BROWN, HENRY HARRISON, _b._ June 26, 1840, Uxbridge, Mass. _Ed._ at +public schools, Nichols Academy at Dudley, Mass., and Meadville, +Penn., Divinity School. Began to teach school when he was 17, and with +the exception of three years in service during the Civil War continued +teaching till he was 30. Preacher in Unitarian churches for 7 years; +lectured for 17 years on reformatory topics. _Pub._ in San Francisco +from 1900 to 1906, _Now: A Journal of Affirmation_. Is contributor to +progressive magazines and lectures extensively. _Author:_ +Concentration: The Road to Success. 50c. and $1.00. How to Control Fate +Through Suggestion. 25c. Not Hypnotism, But Suggestion. 25c. Man's +Greatest Discovery. 25c. Self Healing Through Suggestion. 25c. The +Call of the Twentieth Century. 25c. Dollars Want Me: The New Road to +Opulence. 10c. _Address:_ "Now" Home, Glenwood, Santa Cruz Co., Calif. + +BRUN, SAMUEL JACQUES, _b._ Mime, Province of Gard, France, of Huguenot +parents. _Grad._ French Univ. Instructor in French at Haverford +College, Cornell Univ., Stanford Univ. Now an attorney. _Author:_ +Tableaux de la Revolution (a French reader, 9th ed.) Tales of +Languedoc (Folk Lore.) $1.50. _Address:_ 110 Sutter St., and 1467 +Willard St., San Francisco. + +BRUN, MRS. S.J., nee Hanna Otis, _b._ Auburn, N.Y. Writer for +magazines. _Address:_ 1467 Willard St., San Francisco. + +BURBANK, BLANCHE M., _b._ West Troy, N.Y. Has lived most of her life +in California. Has written poems for the magazines. _Author:_ Reed +Notes, 1905. _Address:_ Union Square Hotel, San Francisco, Calif. + +BURBANK, LUTHER, _b._ Lancaster, Mass., March 7, 1849. _Ed._ at +Lancaster, and in the schools of adversity, Nature, and prosperity. +_Author:_ The Training of the Human Plant. _Address:_ Santa Rosa, +Calif. + +BURBANK, WM. F., _b._ in San Francisco. _Ed._ Oakland High School and +State University. Written poems for magazines, etc. _Address:_ Union +Square Hotel, San Francisco, Calif. + +BURDETTE, ROBT. JONES, _b._ July 30, 1844. Greensboro, Greene Co., +Penn. _Grad._ High School, Peoria, Ill., 1861. D.D. Kalamazoo College, +1905. Writer on Peoria Transcript and Evening Review. Writer and +afterwards editor Burlington Hawkeye. Large contributor to newspapers +and magazines. Pastor Temple Baptist Church, July, 1903, to August, +1909. Resigned through ill health. _Author:_ The Sons of Asaph. The +Life of William Penn. Smiles Yoked With Sighs, 1900. Rise and Fall of +a Mustache, 1877. Chimes From a Jester's Bells, 1897. _Address:_ +Sunnycrest, Orange Grove Ave., Pasadena, Calif. + +BURGESS, GELETT, _b._ Boston, January 30, 1866. _Ed._ public schools, +Boston. _Grad._ Massachusetts Institute Technology, B.S., 1887. +Instructor topo. drawing University of California, 1891-4. Ass. Ed. +The Wave, 1894-5. Edited Lark, San Francisco, 1895-7. _Author:_ +Vivette, (novelette.) Copeland & Day, 1897. $1.25. The Lively City +O'Ligg, (Juvenile.) F.A. Stokes Co., 1899. $1.50. Goops, and How to be +Them, (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1900. $1.50. A Gage of Youth, (Poems, +chiefly from "The Lark.") Small, Maynard & Co., 1901. $1.00. The +Burgess Nonsense Book, (Prose and Verse.) Stokes Co., 1901. $2.00. The +Romance of the Commonplace. Elder & Shepherd, S.F., 1901. $1.50. More +Goops, and How Not to Be Them, (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1903. $1.50. +The Reign of Queen Isyl. Short stories in collaboration with WILL +IRWIN. McClure, Phillips & Co., 1903. $1.50. The Picaroons. Short +stories in collaboration with WILL IRWIN. McClure, Phillips & Co., +1904. $1.50. The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne. (Satire and Parody.) +Stokes, 1904. 75c. Goop Tales. (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1904. $1.50. A +Little Sister of Destiny. (Short Stories.) Houghton, Mifflin & Co., +1904, $1.50. The White Cat. (Novel.) Bobbs-Merrill Co., 1907. $1.50. +The Heart Line. (Novel.) Bobbs-Merrill Co., 1907. $1.50. The Maxims of +Methuselah. (Satire and Parody.) Stokes Co., 1907. 75c. Blue Goops and +Red. (Juvenile.) Stokes Co., 1909. $1.35 net. Lady Mechante. (4-wart +Novel.) Stokes Co., 1909. $1.50. _Address:_ 1285 Commonwealth Ave., +Boston, Mass. + +CARR, SARAH PRATT, _b._ Maine, 1850. Taken to California 1852. _Ed._ +in public schools of California. Wrote for newspapers and magazines. +Short time Unitarian minister. _Author:_ The Iron Way, McClurg's, +$1.50. Waters of Eden, run serially in Alaska-Yukon magazine. Billy +Tomorrow. (Juvenile book.) McClurg's. _Address:_ The Hillcrest, +Seattle, Wash. + +CARTER, CHARLES FRANKLIN, _b._ Waterbury, Conn., July 19, 1862. +_Grad._ School of Fine Arts, Yale University. Pupil of J. Alden Weir, +New York City. Resided in California 1891-95, 1898-1900. _Author:_ The +Missions of Nueva California, 1900. The Whitaker & Ray Company. $1.50. +Out of print. Some By-Ways of California, 1902. The Grafton Press, New +York. $1.25. _Address:_ 232 S. Main St., Waterbury, Conn. + +CHARLES, FRANCES, _b._ San Francisco, Cal., April 10, 1872. _Ed._ S.F. +public schools. _Author:_ In the Country God Forgot. The Siege of +Youth. The Awakening of the Duchess. Pardner of Blossom Range. All by +Little, Brown & Co. $1.50 each. _Address:_ 370 26th Ave., Richmond +District, San Francisco, Calif. + +CHENEY, JOHN VANCE, _b._ Groveland. N.Y., Dec. 29, 1848. _Grad._ +Temple Hill Acad., Geneseo, N.Y., at 17. Practiced law, 1875. Came to +California in 1876. Librarian Pub. Library, San Francisco, 1887-94. +Newberry Lib., Chicago, 1894-1909. _Author:_ The Old Doctor, 1881. +Thistle Drift (poems) 1887. Wood Blooms, 1888. The Golden Guess, 1872. +That Dome in Air, 1895. Queen Helen, 1895. Out of the Silence, 1897. +Lyrics, 1901. Poems, 1905. Editor 3 Caxton Club pubs. _Address:_ 3390 +Third St., San Diego, Calif. + +CLARK, GALEN, 96 years old. Went to Yosemite in 1853. Known as Father +of Yosemite. _Author:_ Big Trees of California: Their History and +Characteristics. The Indians of Yosemite: Their History, Customs and +Traditions. $1.00. Paper 50c. _Address:_ 216 11th St. Oakland, Calif. + +CONNOLLY. JAMES, _b._ County Cavan, Ireland July 12, 1842. In 1852 +came to Dennis, Mass. _Ed._ public schools. At 13 went to sea, at 18 +second mate, at 21 first mate. Later master. For 18 years has resided +at Coronado. Writer of poems and short stories for magazines. +_Author:_ The Jewels of King Art. _Address:_ Coronado, Calif. + +COX, PALMER, _b._ Granby, Quebec, Can., April 28, 1840. _Grad._ Granby +Academy. In 1862 came to San Francisco _via._ Panama. Contributed to +Golden Era, Alta California, and Examiner, etc. _Author:_ Squibs of +California, 1874. (Later republished as Comic Yarns.) Hans Von +Petter's Trip to Gotham. How Columbus Found America. That Stanley. +Queer People. All now o.p. Then he invented the Brownies and in quick +succession were published The Brownies, Their Book; Another Book; The +B.'s at Home; The B.'s Around the World; The B.'s Through the Union; +The B.'s Abroad; The B.'s in the Philippines. $1.50 each. The B. Clown +in B. Town. $1.00. The B. Primer. 40c. All by Century Co. The B. +Calendar, McLoughlin Bros., N.Y. $1.00. Palmer Cox's Brownies. +Spectacular play. The B.'s in Fairyland (Children's Cantata.) Also +articles in leading magazines. _Address:_ Pine View House, East +Quogue, L.I. + +DAGGETT, MARY STEWART, _b._ Morristown. O., May 30, 1856. _Ed._ +Steubenville, O., Seminary, 1873. Writer for newspapers and magazines. +_Author:_ Mariposilla, 1895. The Broad Isle, 1899. _Address:_ Columbia +Hill, Pasadena, Calif. + +DAVIS, SAM P., _b._ Branford, Conn., April 4, 1850. Newspaper and +magazine writer for 40 years. Lecturer and public speaker--also +politician. _Author:_ One book Short Stories and Poems, and The First +Piano in Camp. _Address:_ Public Industrial Commission, Carson City, +Nevada. + +DILLON, HENRY CLAY, _b._ Lancaster, Wis., Nov. 6, 1846. _Ed._ public +schools and Lancaster Academy. _Grad._ Racine College, 1872 (Gold +Medalist, 1870.) Came to California in 1888. Writer of clever short +stories and law. Lecturer on Common Law Pleading, etc., University of +Southern Calif. _Address:_ Colorado Orchards, Long Beach, Calif., and +Los Angeles, Calif. + +DONOVAN, ELLEN DWYER, _b._ Castletown, Beara, Co. Cork, Ire. _Ed._ +Academy Sisters of Mercy. Came to Calif, and contributor to leading +magazines on Art Criticism. Writer of short stories. Will shortly +publish a Romance of Ireland in the Nineteenth Century. _Address:_ +Ashbury St., San Francisco, Calif. + +EDHOLM-SIBLEY, MARY CHARLTON, _b._ Freeport, Ill., Oct. 28, 1854. +_Ed._ public schools and college. Writer and lecturer on social and +economic subjects. Founded Lucy Charlton Memorial for unfortunate +women and children, in Oakland. _Author:_ Traffic in Girls. 30c. Sales +go to help the Memorial. _Address:_ 904-6 Security Bldg., Los Angeles, +Calif. + +EDWARDS, ADRIADNE HOLMES, _b._ Placerville, Cal., May 7. Student of +Grand Opera. Writer and composer of songs. _Author:_ My Nightingale, +Sing On (words and music.) O Bonniest Lassie Yet. Enticement. +_Address:_ Hotel Hargrave, 112 W. 72nd St., New York. + +EMERSON, WILLIS GEORGE, _b._ near Blakesburg, Monroe Co., Iowa, March +28, 1856. _Ed._ district school, Union Co., Ia. Attended Knox College, +Galesburg, Ill. Studied law. Admitted to practice in District U.S. and +other courts. Taught country school for four years. Platform orator. +His speech replying to "Coin" Harvey's Financial School was issued as +a Republican campaign document, 1896, and in 1900 over half a million +copies of his speech on sound money were circulated throughout the +country. _Author:_ Winning Winds, 1901. Fall of Jason, 1901. My +Pardner and I, 1901. Buell Hampton, 1902. The Builders, 1905. The +Smoky God, 1908. Has written over 100 stories of travel and sketches +of mining camps and mountain scenery. _Address:_ Los Angeles, Calif. + +EVANS, TALIESIN, _b._ Manchester, Eng., Nov. 8, 1843. _Ed._ private +schools England and Wales. _Author:_ Fisher's Advt. Guide to Calif., +1870. Editor and author of Popular History of Calif. (Revised and +enlarged. First edition by Lucia Norman), 1883. American Citizenship, +1892. Municipal Government, 1892. _Address:_ 212 Fourth St., Oakland, +Calif. + +EYSTER, MRS. NELLIE BLESSING, _b._ Frederick, Md. Lived in California +since 1876. Active in W.C.T.U., Indian and Chinese mission work. +Contributor to magazines. Lost the MSS. of two books in S.F. fire of +1906. _Author:_ Sunny Hours, or The Child Life of Tom and Mary. +Chincapin Charlie. On the Wing. Tom Harding and His Friends. A +Colonial Boy. A Chinese Quaker. _Address:_ 2618 Hillegass Ave., +Berkeley, Calif. + +FAIRBANKS, HAROLD WELLMAN, _b._ Conewango, Cattaraugus Co., N.Y., Aug. +29, 1860. _Ed._ State Normal, Fredonia, N.Y. _Grad._ B.S., University +Mich., 1890. Ph.D., University Calif., 1896. Engaged in geological and +geographical work: State Mining Bureau. 1890-1894. Asst. U.S. +Geological Survey, 1897-98. _Author:_ text books: Stories of Our +Mother Earth. 60c. Home Geography. Rocks and Minerals. All by Ed. Pub. +Co., Boston. Physiography of California. Macmillan. The Western United +States. D.C. Heath. Practical Physiography for High Schools. Allyn & +Bacon. _Address:_ Arch St., Berkeley, Calif. + +FORBES, MRS. A.S.C. (nee Harrye Smith) _b._ Pennsylvania. Came +California 1895. Works for re-establishment of El Camino Real. Created +and established Nat. Naval Memorial. _Author:_ Mission Tales in Days +of the Dons. $1.50. California Missions and Landmarks. 25c. _Address:_ +1104 Lyndon St., South Pasadena, Calif. + +GATES, ELEANOR (Mrs. R.W. Tully.) _Ed._ Stanford, Univ. of Calif. +Leaped into fame with her first book. Biography of a Prairie Girl, +first pub. in Century Magazine. _Author:_ Biography of a Prairie Girl, +1904. The Plow Woman, 1907. Cupid, the Cow Punch, 1908. Good Night, +1908. _Address:_ Alma, Calif. + +GUINN, J.M., writer of History of Southern California. Secretary S. +Cal. Hist. Soc. Member Los Angeles Board of Education. _Address:_ 5539 +Monte Vista St., Los Angeles, Calif. + +HART, JEROME ALFRED, _b._ San Francisco. Sept. 6, 1854. _Ed._ Cal. +public schools. Asso. editor, 1880-91. editor, 1891-1906. San +Francisco Argonaut, to which contributed letters of foreign travel +(1887-1904), and translations from French, German, Spanish, etc. Sec. +1880-91, pres. 1891-1906, of The Argonaut Publishing Co. _Author:_ +Argonaut Letters, 1900. Two Argonauts in Spain. 1904. A Levantine +Log-Book, 1905. Argonaut Stories (edited) 1906. Contributor to +magazines, etc. _Address:_ Weyewolde, Santa Clara Co.. Calif. + +HIBBARD, GRACE, _b._ Mass. _Ed._ in Mass. _Author:_ Wild Poppies. +Moulton, Buffalo, N.Y. $1.00. California Violets. Robertson, S.F. +$1.00. Wild Roses of California. Robertson. $1.00. Forget-Me-Nots From +California. Robertson. $1.00. Booklets: More California Violets. 25c. +California Christmas Songs. 25c. Daffodils. 25c. Songs of the Samisen. +25c. 'Neath Monterey Pines. 25c. Del Monte Oaks. 25c. Santa Claus +Cheated, and Other Christmas Stories. Twenty-eight poems have been set +to music. _Address:_ Pacific Grove, Calif. + +HOLDEN, EDWARD SINGLETON, _b._ St. Louis, Nov. 5. 1846. _Grad._ Wash. +Univ., 1866. West Point 1870. Pres. Univ. of Cal. 1885-8. Director +Lick Observatory 1888-98. Librarian U.S. Military Acad. since 1901. +_Author:_ many scientific works. See Who's Who. Handbook Lick +Observatory, 1888. Mountain Observatories, 1896. Pacific Coast +Earthquakes, 1898, etc. _Address:_ West Point, N.Y., and Century Club, +New York. + +HOWARD, CLIFFORD, _b._ October 12, 1868, Bethlehem, Penn. Came to +Calif, in 1906. _Author:_ Thoughts in Verse, 1895; (out of print.) Sex +Worship: An Exposition of the Phallic Origins of Religion, 1897. +$1.50. The Story of a Young Man: a Life of Christ, 1898. $2.50. +Graphology, 1904. 50c. Curious Facts, 1905. 50c. Washington as a +Center of Learning, 1905. $1.00. The Passover. What Happened at +Olenberg. _Address:_ Los Angeles, Calif. + +HUNT, ROCKWELL DENNIS, _b._ Sacramento, Calif., Feb. 3, 1868. _Grad._ +Napa College. Ph.B., 1890. A.M., 1902. Johns Hopkins Univ. Ph.D., +1895. Prof. Hist. Napa College, 1891-3. Prof. Hist. and Political Sc., +Univ. of Pacific, 1895-1902. Prin. San Jose High School, 1902-1908. +Lect. Stanford Univ., 1898. Prof. Economics and Sociology, Univ. of S. +Calif., 1908, _Author:_ California the Golden. _Address:_ 1319 W. 37th +Place, Los Angeles, Calif. + +IRWIN, WALLACE, _b._ Oneida, N.Y., Mar. 15, 1875. _Grad._ Denver High +School, 1895. At Stanford Univ., 1896-9. Special writer S.F. Examiner, +Ed. S.F. News-Letter 1901, and Overland Monthly 1902. _Author:_ Love +Sonnets of a Hoodlum. Paul Elder, S.F. 25c and 50c. Rubaiyat of Omar +Khyyam, Jr. Paul Elder, S.F. 50c and 75c. Nautical Lays of a Landsman. +Dodd, Mead Co., N.Y. $1.00. At the Sign of the Dollar. Duffield & Co., +N.Y. $1.00. Chinatown Ballads. Duffield & Co., N.Y. $1.00. Random +Rhymes and Odd Numbers. Macmillan Co., N.Y. $1.50. Shame of the +Colleges. Outing Pub. Co. Letters of a Japanese Schoolboy. Doubleday, +Page & Co. $1.50. _Address:_ 273 W. 84th St., New York. + +IRWIN, WILL, _b._ Oneida, N.Y., Sept. 14, 1873. _Grad._ Denver High +School, 1892. Stanford Univ. A.B. 1899. Contr. fiction, etc., to mags. +Ed. S.F. Wave 1900. Ed. McClure's 1906-7. _Author:_ Stanford Stories +(with C.K. Field), 1900. The Reign of Queen Isyl (with Gelett +Burgess), 1903. The Picaroons (with G. Burgess), 1904. The Hamadyads +(verse), 1904. The City That Was, 1907. _Address:_ 42 E. 28th St., New +York. + +JAMES, GEORGE WHARTON, _b._ Gainsborough, Eng., Sept. 27, 1858. _Ed._ +Queen Elizabeth's Grammar School. Litt.D. Santa Clara College. +_Author:_ In and Around the Grand Canyon, 1900. $2.50, $10.00. Indian +Basketry, 1903. $2.50. Indians of the Painted Desert Region, 1903. +$2.00. Traveler's Hand-Book to S. Calif., 1904. $1.00. How to Make +Indian and Other Baskets, 1903. $1.00. In and Out of the Missions of +Calif., 1905. $3.00. The Story of Scraggles, 1906. $1.00. The Wonders +of the Colorado Desert, 1906, 2 vols. $5.00. What the White Race May +Learn From the Indian, 1906. $1.50. Through Ramona's Country, 1908. +$2.00. The Grand Canyon of Arizona, 1909. $1.00. The Hero Book of +California, 1909. $1.50. _Address:_ 1098 N. Raymond Ave., Pasadena, +California. + +JENNEY, CHARLES ELMER, _b._ Mattapoisett, Mass., Sept. 5, 1872. _Ed._ +common schools. Came to Calif. (Fresno) 1891. _Author:_ Scenes of My +Childhood, 1900. $1.50. _Address:_ 219 Glenn Ave., Fresno, Calif. + +JEPSON, WILLIS LINN, _b._ Vacaville township, August 19, 1867. _Ed._ +at California and Cornell Univ. Ph.B. 1889. Ph.D. 1898. Research +student at Harvard 1896. Royal Gardens at Kew, England and Royal +Gardens at Berlin, Germany, 1905-1906. Ed. of Erythea, 7 vols., +1893-1900, the first journal of botany published west of the +Mississippi River. _Author:_ Flora of Western Middle California. +Cunningham, Curtis & Welch. $5.00. High School Flora for the Pacific +Coast. D. Appleton & Co. 50c. The Silva of California. Univ. of Calif. +Press, in type since August, 1908. The Trees of California. +Cunningham, Curtis & Welch, S.F., in press. Also numerous botanical +papers in journals and proceedings of societies and institutions. +_Address:_ 2704 Hillegass Ave., Berkeley. Calif. + +JORDAN, DAVID STARR, _b._ Gainesville, Wyoming Co., N.Y., Jan. 19, +1851. _Grad._ Cornell Univ. M.S. 1872. L.L.D. 1886. L.L.D., Johns +Hopkins, 1902. Indiana Univ. 1909. Pres. Indiana State Univ., +1883-1891. Came to Calif, as Pres. Stanford 1891. _Author:_ Manual of +Vertebrates. A.C. McClurg & Co. $1.50. Science Sketches. A.C. McClurg +& Co. $1.25. Animal Life. Appleton. $1.25. Animal Studies. Appleton. +$1.75. Footnotes to Evolution. Applcton. $1.50. Evolution and Animal +Life. Appleton. $1.50. Imperial Democracy. Appleton. $1.50. Book of +Knight and Barbara. Appleton. $1.50. The Fate of Iciodorum. Henry Holt +& Co. $1.00. Fishes. Henry Holt & Co. $3.00. Guide to the Study of +Fishes. Henry Holt & Co. $8.00. Fish Stories. Henry Holt & Co. $1.50. +Standeth God Within the Shadow. Thos. Y. Crowell & Co. 75c. College +and the Man. 75c. Philosophy of Hope. 75c. The Innumerable Company. +75c. Life's Enthusiasms. 75c. The Strength of Being Clean. 75c. The +Call of the Twentieth Century. 75c. Religion of a Sensible American. +75c. The Higher Sacrifice. 75c. All by C.L. Stebbins, Boston. The +California Earthquake of 1906. A.M. Robertson. $2.50. Luther Burbank. +A.M. Robertson. $1.50. The Care and Culture of Men. Whitaker & Ray. +$1.50. Matka and Kotik. Whitaker & Ray. $1.50. The Voice of the +Scholar. Paul Elder & Co. $1.50. The Stability of Truth. _Address:_ +Stanford University, Calif. + +JUDSON, WILLIAM LEES, _b._ Manchester, Eng., April 1, 1842. Studied +art New York, London, Paris. Studios in London, Ont., and Chicago, +Ill. Came to California 1893. Dean of Fine Arts Department University +of Southern California since 1906. Contributor magazines on art +subjects. _Author:_ The Building of a Picture, 1898. 30c. _Address:_ +College of Fine Arts, 212 Thorne St., Los Angeles, Calif. + +KEELER, CHARLES, _b._ Milwaukee, Wis., Oct. 7, 1871. _Ed._ Milwaukee +and New York, and Berkeley High Schools. Special course Univ. of +Calif. Contr. to magazines. _Author:_ (Many books out of print.) Bird +Notes Afield. $2.00. San Francisco and Thereabouts. _Address:_ 2727 +Dwight Way, Berkeley, Calif. + +KEEP, JOSIAH, _b._ Paxton, Mass, May 11, 1849. _Ed._ Amherst College. +A.B. 1874. A.M. 1877. Came to Calif. 1877. Since 1885 Prof. of Nat. +Sc. in Mills College. _Author:_ Common Sea Shells of California, 1881. +West Coast Shells, 1887. Shells and Sea Life, 1901. West American +Shells, 1904. (Most of these destroyed in S.F. fire, 1906.) New +edition of West American Shells now out. _Address:_ Mills College, +Calif. + +KEITH, ELIZA D., _b._ San Francisco. _Ed._ S.F. High School. Writer +editorial, descriptive, current topics for newspapers and magazines. +Public speaker on Civics and Patriotism. Introduced Flag Salute in +S.F. schools. _Address:_ 1519 Jackson St., San Francisco, Calif. + +KERCHEVAL, ROSALIE, _b._ Nov. 8, San Antonio, Texas. Came to Calif, +when a few months old. Wrote poems for papers and magazines. Joint +author with her father of book of poems, pub. in 1883. _Address:_ 1817 +N. Rosetta St., Los Angeles, Calif. + +KINNEY, ABBOTT, _b._ Brookside, N.J., Nov. 16, 1850. Was spl. contr. +with Helen Hunt Jackson to report on Calif. Mission Indians. Chairman +State Bd. Forestry. _Author:_ Conquest of Death, 1893. Tasks by +Twilight, 1893. Eucalyptus, 1895. Forest and Water, 1901. _Address:_ +Venice, Calif. + +KIRKHAM, STANTON DAVIS, _b._ Nice, France, Dec. 7, 1868. _Ed._ Calif, +public schools and Mass. Inst. of Technology. _Author:_ Mexican +Trails. A record of travel in Mexico, 1904-1907, and a glimpse at the +life of the Mexican Indian. G.P. Putnam's Sons, New York. $1.75. The +Philosophy of Self-Help. An application of Practical Psychology to +daily life. G.P. Putnam's Sons, New York. $1.25. In the Open. Intimate +studies and appreciations of Nature. Paul Elder & Co., San Francisco. +$1.75. Where Dwells the Soul Serene. Philosophical essays. Paul Elder +& Co., San Francisco. $1.50. The Ministry of Beauty. Philosophical +essays. Paul Elder & Co., San Francisco. $1.50. _Address:_ +Canandaigua, N.Y. + +KREBS, MRS. ABBIE E., _b._ Providence, R.I., March 19, 1842. Brought +around Cape Horn to San Francisco in childhood. Writer for newspapers +and magazines. _Address:_ Fair Oaks, San Mateo Co., or The Fairmount, +San Francisco, Calif. + +LAWRENCE, ALBERTA, _b._ Cleveland, O., July 20, 1875. _Ed._ New York +City. Writer in magazines. Eighteen months Assistant Ed. Literature, +Art and Music. Came to California 1904. Organized Strangers' League, +an interdenominational work among churches for care of strangers. +_Author:_ The Travels of Phoebe Ann. $1.50. _Address:_ 1565 E. +Colorado St., Pasadena, Calif. + +LAWRENCE, MARY VIOLET, MRS., _b._ Indiana. Came to California in early +fifties. Wrote sketches and poems for newspapers and magazines. Made +selection of poems to which Bret Harte's name was attached, known as +"Outcroppings." _Address:_ 1034 Vallejo St., San Francisco, Calif. + +LONDON, CHARMIAN (Kittridge), writer of poems and sketches for +newspapers and magazines. _Author:_ The Log of the Snark--Jack +London's sea voyage around the world. _Address:_ Glen Ellen, Calif. + +LONDON, JACK, _b._ San Francisco, Jan. 12, 1876. _Ed._ Oakland High +School and Univ. of Calif. Writer of short stories and essays on +Political Economy. _Author:_ Song of the Wolf, 1900. The God of His +Fathers, 1901. A Daughter of the Snows, 1902. The Children of the +Frost, 1902. The Cruise of the Dazzler, 1902. The People of the Abyss, +1903. Kempton-Wace Letters, 1903. The Call of the Wild. 1903. The +Faith of Men, 1904. The Sea Wolf, 1904. The Game, 1905. War of the +Classes, 1905. Tales of the Fish Patrol, 1905. Moon Face, 1906. White +Fang, 1907. Before Adam, 1907. Love of Life, 1907. The Iron Heel, +1907. The Road, 1907, etc. _Address:_ Glen Ellen, Calif. + +LOUGHEAD, MRS. FLORA HAINES, _b._ Milwaukee, Wis. Journalist and +writer of short stories for magazines. Reviewer for S.F. Chronicle for +several years. _Author:_ Libraries of California, 1878. The Man Who +Was Guilty, 1886. Handbook of Natural Science, 1886. Quick Cooking, +1890. The Abandoned Claim, 1892. The Man From Nowhere, 1892. The Black +Curtain, 1897. _Address:_ Alma, Calif. + +LOWE, GEORGE N., _b._ near Leicester, England, in 1867. _Ed._ in the +school of stern life, and is still getting his education. Writes verse +for the newspapers and magazines. _Address:_ 2004 Shattuck Ave., +Berkeley, California. + +LUMMIS, CHARLES FLETCHER, _b._ Lynn, Mass., Mar. 1, 1859. _Ed._ +Harvard. A.B. Litt. D. Santa Clara College. City editor Los Angeles +Times 1885-7. Editor Out West Magazine. Librarian Los Angeles Public +Library since June 21, 1905. Founder and president Landmarks Club. +Founder (1902) and chairman Exec. Com. Sequoia League. Founder and +secretary South West Society Archaeol. Inst. Am. 1903. _Author:_ A New +Mexico David, 1891. A Tramp Across the Continent, 1892. Some Strange +Corners of Our Country, 1892. Land of Poco Tiempo, 1893. The Spanish +Pioneers, 1893. The Man Who Married the Moon, 1894. The Gold Fish of +Gran Chimu, 1896. The Enchanted Burro, 1897. The Awakening of a +Nation. Mexico Today, 1898. _Address:_ 200 E. Ave. 43, Los Angeles, +Calif. + +LYNCH, A.E., _b._ Tara Hall, Co. Heath, Ire., Nov. 7, 1845. _Ed._ +Jesuit Colleges, Ire., and Belgium. Came to California 1873 for 2 +years. Again in 1886 under Gen. Miles. Six years in Arizona on cattle +ranch. Contributor poems and articles to magazines and newspapers. +_Address:_ Commissary Dept., State School, Whittier, Calif. + +MANNIX, MRS. MARY E., _b._ New York City. Removed with parents to +Cincinnati when very young. _Ed._ at Mt. Notre Dame, Reading, Ohio. +_Grad._ of Convent of the Sisters of Namur. First story and verses +published in the Catholic World, when nineteen years of age. Since +that time has written for nearly all the Catholic magazines, +principally the Ave Maria. Writes fiction, children's stories, verses, +biographies, reviews, sketches, and translations from the French, +German and Spanish. _Author:_ Life of Sister Louise of Cincinnati, +Ohio, Superior of the Mother House of America, Sisters of Notre Dame +of Namur. The Tales That Tim Told. A Life's Labrynth. Chronicles of +the Little Sisters. The Fortunes of a Little Emigrant. Pancha and +Panchita. As True as Gold. The Children of Cupa. Cupa Revisited. The +Haldeman Children. Lives of the Saints for Catholic Youth, 3 vols. The +Pilgrim From Ireland (translated from the German of Dom Maurus Carnot, +O.S.B.) Two books in press--My Brother and I, and The Eagle and the +Chamois, translated from the German of Dom Maurus Carnot. _Address:_ +1804 Fourth St., San Diego, Calif. + +MARTIN, LANNIE HAYNES, _b._ Jan. 9, 1874. Blountville, Tenn. _Ed._ +Sullins College, Bristol, Va., and privately. Came to Calif. 1905. +Contributor to eastern, southern and western magazines. Volume of +verse in preparation. _Address:_ Altadena, Calif. + +MATHEWS, AMANDA, _b._ Peoria, Ill., Jan. 31, 1866. Came to Calif. +1877. _Ed._ Univ. of Cal. Teacher. _Author:_ The Hieroglyphics of +Love. $1.00. _Address:_ 313 East Ave. 60, Los Angeles. Calif. + +McCRACKIN, MRS. JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD, _b._ 1838, Castle Petershagen, on +the Weser, Prussia. Came to St. Louis, Mo., 1846. _Ed._ private +school. Came to Calif, in early sixties. One of earliest writers on +Overland. Writer ever since for leading magazines. Organized Bird and +Tree Protection Soc. of Calif. _Author:_ Overland Tales, 1876. Another +Juanita, 1892. _Address:_ 31 Union St., Santa Cruz, Calif. + +McGLASHAN, C.F., _b._ Janesville, Wis., Aug. 12, 1847. Crossed the +plains to Calif, in 1854. Editor Truckee Republican. Specially +interested in historic writing of the Calif, pioneers, etc. Has made +an interesting collection of relics of the Donner and other pioneer +parties. _Author:_ History of the Donner Party. _Address:_ Truckee, +Calif. + +McGROARTY, JOHN S., _b._ Penn., Aug. 20, 1862. _Ed._ public and +parochial schools and at Hillman Acad. In 1890 he came to Calif. +Writer of songs and descriptive stories for newspapers and magazines. +On editorial staff Los Angeles Times. Editor West Coast Magazine. +_Author:_ Just California, 1907. Wander Songs, 1908. _Address:_ Care +of West Coast Magazine, Los Angeles, Calif. + +McLEOD, MALCOM, _b._ Prince Edward Island, Canada, May 24, 1867. _Ed._ +Dalhousie College, Halifax. N.S., and Princeton, N.J. _Author:_ +Heavenly Harmonies. Earthly Discords. The Culture of Simplicity. A +Comfortable Faith, all by F.H. Revell Co. _Address:_ 969 San Pasqual +St., Pasadena, Calif. + +MERLE, MARTIN V., _b._ San Francisco, Calif., May 27, 1880. _Ed._ +Cooper public school, St. Ignatius College and Polytechnic High +School, San Francisco. _Grad._ A.M., 1906, Santa Clara College, Santa +Clara. _Author of plays:_ The Light Eternal. The Vagabond Prince. And +a one-act play, The Lady O'Dreams. _Address:_ 714 Broderick St., San +Francisco. + +MIGHELS, MRS. ELLA STERLING, _b._ California. Began authorship early. +Lady manager for San Francisco at Chicago World's Fair. _M._ in 1896 +Philip Verrill Mighels. _Author:_ The Little Mountain Princess. +Loring, Boston. Portrait of a California Girl, in collection of +Stories by California Authors. Wagner, S.F. Story of Files of +California. Serial: Society and Babe Robinson. Grizzly Bear Co., L.A. +The Full Glory of Diantha. Forbes & Co., Chicago. _Address:_ 1605 +Baker St., San Francisco, Calif. + +MIGHELS, PHILIP VERRILL, _b._ Carson City, Nevada, April 19, 1869. +_Ed._ Carson schools. Studied law in Nev. Art in N.Y. _M._ Ella +Sterling Cummings June, 1896. _Author:_ Out of a Silver Flute (poems.) +Nella, the Heart of the Army. The Crystal Scepter. Bruvver Jim's Baby. +The Ultimate Passion. Dunny, a Mountain Romance. Sunnyside Tad. Beechy +Daw and Other Tales. When a Witch is Young. The Furnace of Gold. +_Address:_ Care of Harper & Bros., New York. + +MILLARD, BAILEY, _b._ Markesan, Wis., Oct. 2, 1859. Lit. Ed. S.F. +Examiner. _Author:_ Great American Novel (essays.) She of the West, +1900. Songs of the Press, 1902. The Lure O'Gold, novel, 1904. Many +short stories in magazines, etc. _Address:_ Palisade, N.J. + +MILLARD, GERTRUDE B., _b._ July 8th, 1872, Sheboygan, Wis. Came to +California Feb., 1893, from Jamestown, N. Dak. _Ed._ Boston, Mass., +and Jamestown, N.D. _Author_ of short stories for magazines. +_Address:_ San Jose, Calif. + +MILLER, JOAQUIN--the Poet of the Sierras, _b._ in Wabash Dist., Ind., +Nov. 10, 1841. Editor (1863) Eugene, Ore., Democratic Register. +_Author:_ The Building of the City Beautiful, a poetic romance. +Complete Poems, 6 vols., 1909. _Address:_ The Hights, Dimond, Calif. + +MILLER, OLIVE THORNE, _b._ Auburn, N.Y., June 25, 1831; _Author:_ True +Bird Stories. $1.00 net. The First Book of Birds. $1.00. School +edition, 60c net. The Second Book of Birds. $1.00 net. Upon the +Tree-Tops. $1.25. Little Brothers of the Air. $1.25. A Bird-Lover in +the West. $1.25. Bird-Ways. 16mo, $1.25. In Nesting Time. $1.25. With +the Birds in Maine. $1.10. Our Home Pets. $1.25. _Address:_ 5928 Hays +Ave., Los Angeles, Calif. + +MILLS, BENJAMIN FAY, _b._ Rahway, N.J., June 4, 1857. Evangelical +Minister, 1878-1897. Liberal Minister, lecturer, writer and social +reformer, 1897. Founded The Fellowship, representing "Religion Without +Superstition," 1904. Lived in California 1875-6, 1899--. _Author:_ +God's World. The Divine Adventure. Twentieth Century Religion. The New +Revelation. Editor Fellowship Magazine. _Address:_ Los Angeles. Calif. + +MILLS, MARY RUSSELL (Hill), _b._ Minneapolis. June 24, 1859. _M._ to +Benjamin Fay Mills, 1879. Co-founder of The Fellowship, 1904. Teacher +of Emerson and the Spiritual Life. Minister of the Los Angeles +Fellowship, 1904-8. Associate editor of the Fellowship Magazine. +_Author:_ The Art of Living. The Fellowship Religion, and numerous +essays and poems. _Address:_ Los Angeles. + +MILNE, MRS. FRANCES MARGARET, _b._ Ireland, County of Tyrone. Came to +Calif. in 1869. _Ed._ at home. _Author:_ For To-Day. (Poems.) James H. +Barry Co., S.F. A Cottage Gray, and Other Poems. C.W. Moulton, +Buffalo. Heliotrope, a San Francisco Idyll. The J.H. Barry Co. +_Address:_ The Public Library, San Luis Obispo, Calif. + +MITCHELL, EDMUND, _b._ Glasgow, Scotland, Mar. 19, 1861. _Ed._ Elgin +Acad. Aberdeen Univ. _Grad._ 1881. (Gold Medalist Eng. Lit.) Ed. +writer Glasgow Herald. In 1886 Asst. Ed. Times of India, Bombay. In +1889 editorial staff of Melbourne Age. In 1904, editorial staff Los +Angeles Times. _Author:_ The Temple of Death. 75c net. Towards the +Eternal Snows. 75c net. Plotters of Paris. 75c net. The Lone Star +Rush. $1.50 net. Only a Nigger. $1.50 net. The Belforts of Culben. +$1.50 net. The Despoilers. $1.50 net. Chickabiddy Stories, $1.00 net. +In Desert Keeping. $1.50 net. All except the last, originally pub. in +England. Now imported. To be had from author. _Address:_ 1710 Hobart +Boulevard, Los Angeles, Calif. + +MUIR, JOHN, _b._ Dunbar, Scot., Apl. 21, 1838 _Ed._ in Scotland and +Univ. of Wis. Discoverer of the Muir Glacier, Alaska. Author of many +articles in magazines, newspapers, etc., on physiography and natural +history of the Pacific Coast, etc. _Author:_ The Mountains of +California, 1894. Our National Parks, 1901. Editor Picturesque +California. _Address:_ Martinez, Calif. + +MUNK, JOSEPH A., _b._ Colnmbiana Co., Ohio, Nov. 9, 1847. _Ed._ public +schools Salem, O. Fought in Civil War. In 1865 Mt. Union College, +Alliance, O. _Grad._ Eclectic Med. Inst. of Cinn., in 1867. Came to +Los Angeles in 1892. Has great collection Arizoniana. _Author:_ +Arizona Sketches, 1906. Arizona Bibliography, 1908. _Address:_ Los +Angeles, Calif. + +NORTH, ARTHUR WALBRIDGE, _b._ Marysville, Cal. Oct. 26, 1874. _Grad._ +Oakland High School, and Univ. of Cal. A.B. 1896. Contributor to +magazines and reviews. _Author:_ Mother of California, an historical +and geographical review of Lower California (Mex.) Paul Elder & Co., +1908. $2.00. Camp and Camino in Lower California (in press.) Baker & +Taylor Co. _Address:_ 126 North St., Walton, N.Y. + +OLDER, MRS. FREMONT (Cora Baggerly), _b._ New York. _Ed._ private +teachers and Syracuse Univ. _Author:_ The Socialist and the Prince, +1902. Funk & Wagnalls. The Giants, 1905. _Address:_ The Fairmount, San +Francisco, Calif. + +PAYNE, EDWARD B., _b._ Vermont. _Ed._ Iowa College and Oberlin. +_Grad._ in 1874. Congr. preacher, Berkeley, Calif. Became Unitarian. +Preached Springfield, Mass., 4 years; Manchester, N.H., 2-1/2 years; +Leominster, 5 years; Berkeley, Calif., 5 years. Founded Altruria, near +Santa Rosa, a co-operative settlement of 60 members and pub. a +magazine, "Altruria." _Address:_ Glen Ellen, Calif. + +PERCIVAL, OLIVE, _b._ July 1, 1868, Sheffield, Ill. _Ed._ public +schools Sheffield, Ill., and Cleveland, Ohio. _Author:_ Mexico City: +An Idler's Note Book. _Address:_ 906 Union Trust Bldg., Los Angeles, +Calif. + +RADER, WILLIAM, _b._ Cedarville, Chester Co., Pa., Dec. 17, 1862. +Pastor 2nd Cong. Church, San Francisco, ten years. Now pastor Calvary +Pres. Church. Editorial writer San Francisco Bulletin. _Author:_ The +Elegy of Faith, 1902. Truths for Today, 1902. Uncle Sam, or the Reign +of the Common People, (in Notable Speeches of Greater West.) Liberty +and Labor. _Address:_ 2702 Laguna St., San Francisco, Calif. + +RICHARDSON, DANIEL S., _b._ Mar. 19, 1851, West Acton, Mass. Came to +Calif. in 1855. _Ed._ public schools of S.F. and Univ. of Calif. Twice +decorated by Emperor of Japan. Writer of short stories and poems for +magazines. _Author:_ Trail Dust (poems) 1909. _Address:_ 221 Sansome +St., San Francisco, Calif. + +REED, ANNA MORRISON, MRS., _b._ Dubuque, Ia. Came to Calif. when an +infant. _Ed._ Mrs. Perry's Seminary, Sacramento. Writer and lecturer. +Editor and founder Northern Crown Magazine; Petaluma, Sonoma Co., +Independent. _Author:_ Poems, 1880. Later Poems. _Address:_ Petaluma, +Calif. + +SAIN, CHARLES McKNIGHT, _b._ Mt. Pleasant, O., Mar. 11, 1863. Traveler +and writer for magazines, etc. _Author:_ An Expectant Heir to +Millions, 1896. The Serpent, 1902, both out of print. The Call of the +Muse (poems.) Where Rolls the Oregon (poems.) _Address:_ Care Mrs. Lou +A. Curran, Hollywood, Calif. + +SAMUELS, MAURICE V., _b._ San Francisco, Oct. 3, 1874. _Grad._ 1894 +Univ. Calif. Lawyer in S.F. for 7 years. Playwright. _Author:_ The +Florentines, blank-verse art-comedy, Brentano, 1904. $1.00. _Address:_ +Hotel St. Margaret, 129 W. 47th St., New York City. + +SAUNDERS, CHARLES FRANCIS, _b._ July 12, 1859, Bucks County, Penn. +_Ed._ in Philadelphia. _Grad._ Friends' Central School. Came first to +California 1902. Resided in Pasadena since 1905. Contributor to +magazines of both coasts on subjects covering travel, plant life, the +Indians of the Southwest, etc., besides occasional verse. Editor +1894-7 of "The United Friend," religious monthly, Philadelphia. +_Author:_ In a Poppy Garden. R.G. Badger, Boston, 1903, and wrote +descriptive text for Mrs. Saunders's published collection of color +prints entitled, California Wild Flowers. W.M. Bains, Philadelphia, +1905. _Address:_ 580 N. Lake Ave., Pasadena, Calif. + +SAUNDERS, MARSHALL, _b._ in Nova Scotia. Lived for awhile in San +Francisco and in California began study of birds and animals. +_Author:_ Beautiful Joe. $1.25. My Pets. $1.25. Several other books. +_Address:_ 28 Carleton St., Halifax, N.S., Canada. + +SCHEFFAUER, HERMAN, _b._ San Francisco, Feb. 3, 1876. _Ed._ public and +private schools. Studied architecture and art at Mark Hopkins +Institute. Writer for newspapers, magazines and reviews in France, +England, Germany and America. _Author:_ Both Worlds poems, 1903. Looms +of Life, 1908. $1.25. The Sons of Baldur, 1908. Niagara. An American +Romance of four generations, 1909. Sire of Bohemian Club Jinks, 1908. +_Address:_ 184 Eldridge St., New York. + +SCOTT, JOSEPH, _b._ Penrith, Cumberlandshire, Eng., July 16, 1867. +_Ed._ St. Cuthbert's College, Ushaw, Durham. Prof. Rhetoric and Eng. +Lit. St. Bonaventure's College, Allegheny, N.Y. Came to Calif. 1893 +Pres. Board of Ed. of Los Angeles. Writer on Educational and Civic +Subjects for newspapers and magazines. _Address:_ Los Angeles, Calif. + +SETON, GRACE GALLATIN, _b._ Sacramento, Calif., Jan. 28, 1872. _Ed._ +Packer Collegiate Inst., Brooklyn. Writer for newspapers and magazines +of America, England and France. _Author:_ A Woman Tenderfoot. Nimrod's +Wife. Doubleday, Page & Co. _Address:_ 80 W. 40th St., New York, and +Wyndygoul, Cos Cob, Conn. + +SEVERANCE, CAROLINE MARIA SEYMOUR, _b._ Canandaigua, N.Y., Jan. 12, +1820. One of founders and first president, 1868, of New England +Woman's Club. Known as "The Mother of Women's Clubs." _Author:_ The +Mother of Women's Clubs (with Mrs. Ella Giles Ruddy.) $1.00. +_Address:_ 896 W. Adams St., Los Angeles, Calif. + +SEXTON, MRS. ELLA M., _b._ Ill. _Ed._ in St. Louis, Mo. Came to Calif. +in 1874. Contributor to Eastern and Pacific Coast magazines. _Author:_ +Stories of California. Macmillan & Co. California at Christmas-Tide +(poems). Also a collection of Mission poems and one of Children's +Verse. She has also seven one-act comedies used by clubs and for +amateur production. _Address:_ 171 Parnassus Ave., San Francisco, +Calif. + +SHINN, CHARLES HOWARD, _b._ Austin, Texas, April 29, 1852. _Ed._ Univ. +of Calif, and Johns Hopkins Univ. Taught school. Contributor to +newspapers and magazines. For ten years Inspector Univ. of Calif. +Experimental Stations. Appointed 1902 head forest ranger Sierra +Reserve, Calif. _Author:_ Pacific Rural Handbook, 1879. Land Laws of +Mining Districts, 1884. Mining Camps, 1885. Co-operation on the +Pacific Coast, 1888. Story of a Mine, 1897. Various Forestry +Monographs, etc. _Address:_ Northfork, Madera Co., Calif. + +SHINN, MILLICENT WASHBURN, _b._ Niles, Calif., April 15, 1858. _Grad._ +Univ. of Calif. A.B. 1880. Ph.D. 1898. Editor Californian, 1882. +Editor Overland Monthly, 1883-94. _Author:_ Notes on the Development +of a Child (also in German.) The Biography of a Baby, 1901. The +Development of the Senses, and the First Two Years of Childhood. Also +poems, stories, essays, critiques, etc. _Address:_ Niles, Calif. + +SHUEY, LILLIAN H., MRS. Has lived in Calif, practically all her life. +_Ed._ public schools and Napa branch of Univ. of Pacific. Taught 16 +years in public schools. _Author:_ David of Juniper Gulch. Laird & +Lee. 50c. Don Luis' Wife. Lamson & Wolffe. 50c. California Sunshine, +The Humboldt Lily. Among the Redwoods (verses.) The Necromancers (a +novel, in preparation.) _Address:_ 657 60th St., Oakland, Calif. + +SIMONDS, WILLIAM DAY, _b._ Rockford, Ill., Mar. 31, 1855. _Grad._ +State Normal School, Vt. Spaulding Classical Academy, Barrie, Vt., +1880. Studied Amherst College and Chicago Theological Inst. Pastor +First Unitarian Church, Oakland, Calif. _Author:_ Patriotic Addresses. +Sermons From Shakespeare. Freedom and Fraternity. _Address:_ 1233 +First Ave., Oakland, Calif. + +SMYTHE, WILLIAM ELLSWORTH, _b._ Worcester, Mass., Dec. 24, 1861. +Initiated Nat. Irrigation Congress, 1891. Sec. until 1893, chairman +until 1895. Est. _Irrigation Age_, 1891. Edited it until 1896. +Lecturer and writer on Irrigation and Economic Problems. _Author:_ The +Conquest of Arid America. Constructive Democracy. History of San +Diego, 2 vols. _Address:_ 1448 C St., San Diego, Calif. + +SOSSO, LORENZO, _b._ Mar. 2, 1867, Turin, Italy. Came to Calif. in +July, 1875. _Author:_ Poems, 1888. Poems of Humanity, 1891. In Realms +of Gold, 1902. Proverbs of the People, 1903. Wisdom of the Wise, 1905. +_Address:_ 179 De Long Ave., San Francisco, Calif. + +STELLMAN, LOUIS J., _b._ Baltimore, Md., Jan. 6, 1877. Came to Calif. +July, 1896. Connected S.F. Examiner since 1897. Wrote "Observer" +Sketches for L.A. Herald, published in book form 1903. Whitaker & Ray. +75c. _Address:_ Press Club, San Francisco, Calif. + +STIMSON, JOHN WARD, _b._ Paterson, N.J., Dec. 16, 1850. _Grad._ Yale, +1872. Also Ecole des Beaux Arts, Paris. Lecturer and art teacher +Princeton Univ. Assoc. editor The Arena. Contributor to various art +exhibitions and magazines. _Author:_ The Law of Three Primaries. +Principals of Vital Art Education. The Gate Beautiful. Wandering +Chords, etc. _Address:_ 14 W. 48th St., New York. + +STROBRIDGE, IDAH MEACHAM, _b._ Contra Costa Co., June 9, 1855. _Ed._ +Mills Seminary. Contributor to newspapers and magazines. _Author:_ In +Miner's Mirage Land, 1904. DeLuxe, $6.00. The Loom of the Desert, +1907. $1.75. DeLuxe $6.00. The Land of the Purple Shadows, 1909. +$1.75. DeLuxe $6.00. All pub. by Artemisia Bindery. _Address:_ +Artemisia Bindery. 231 E. Ave. 41, Los Angeles, Calif. + +SUTHERLAND, HOWARD V., _b._ Cape Town, South Africa, _Ed._ England and +Germany. _Author:_ The Legend of Love. The Old, Old Story. Jacinta, a +Californian Idyll. Bigg's Bar, and Other Klondike Ballads. Songs of a +City. Idylls of Greece. $1.00. Ditto second series. $1.00. _Address:_ +314 Seventeenth St., Denver, Colo. + +SYMMES, HAROLD S., _b._ San Francisco, 1877. _Ed._ public schools. +B.A. Univ. of California, 1899. Doctor's degree _summa cum laude_ +Univ. of Paris, 1903. Was appointed to Columbia Univ., department of +English, the same year. _Author:_ Les Debuts de la Critique Dramatique +en Angleterre, 1903. Out of print. Contributor of verse and prose to +American and English periodicals. _Address:_ Garden St., Redlands, +Calif. + +TULLY, RICHARD WALTON. _Ed._ Univ. of Calif. Writer of short stories +and plays. Rose of the Rancho, in collaboration with David Belasco, +has had a most successful run. _Address:_ Alma, Calif. + +URMY, CLARENCE, _b._ San Francisco, July 10, 1858. _Ed._ public +schools and Napa College. Contributor poetry to all the leading +magazines, East and West. _Author:_ A Rosary of Rhyme, 1884. A Vintage +of Verse, 1897. _Address:_ San Jose, Calif. + +WATERHOUSE, A.J., _b._ May 27, 1855, in Wisconsin. _Ed._ public +schools in Wisconsin, High School, Rochester, Minn., and Ripon +College, Wis. Writer for newspapers and magazines. Asst. editor The +California Weekly, S.F. _Author:_ Some Homely Songs, 1899. Lays for +Little Chaps, 1902. _Address:_ 2422 McGee Ave., Berkeley, Calif. + +WHITAKER, HERMAN, _b._ Huddersfield, Eng., Jan. 14, 1867. _Ed._ public +school. Served in British army, 2nd Battalion W. Riding Reg. 1884-5. +_Author:_ The Probationer. The Settler. The Planter. All pub. by +Harper Bros. $1.50 each. _Address:_ 220 James Ave., Oakland, Calif. + +WILEY, HARLEY RUPERT, _b._ Wisconsin, April 5, 1855. Trekked to Calif. +1865-6. _Ed._ Santa Rosa, Calif. Univ. of Calif. (L.L.B.) Past twelve +years lecturer on Jurisprudence in Univ. of Calif. Writer on Law, and +verse for magazines. _Address:_ Faculty Club, Berkeley, Calif. + +WILLARD, CHARLES DWIGHT, _b._ Bloomington, Ill., Jan. 20, 1860. _Ed._ +public school, Chicago. A.B. 1883 Univ. of Mich. Came to Calif. in +1888. Writer of short stories and on civic matters. _Author:_ History +of Los Angeles. The Free Harbor Contest. History of Los Angeles +Chamber of Commerce. City Government. _Address:_ Los Angeles, Calif. + +WILSON, MRS. IDA MANSFIELD, play-wright, dramatic critic, actress, +lecturer. Writes plays and magazine articles. _Address:_ 2020 Clinton +Ave., Alameda, Calif. + +YORKE, PETER CHRISTOPHER, _b._ Aug. 15, 1864, Galway, Ire. _Ed._ St. +Jarlath's College, Tuam, Maynooth, and the Cathedral University of +America. Made S.T.D. by Pius X., 1906. Regent State University. Writer +and lecturer on religious topics. _Address:_ Oakland, Calif. + +ZEPHYRIN, FR. (Charles Anthony Englehardt), _b._ Hanover, Bilshausen, +Germany, Nov. 13, 1851. Came to N.Y. Dec. 8, 1852. _Ed._ public +schools. Classics in Franciscan College. Entered Franciscan order, in +Tentopolis, Ill., Sept. 22, 1872, making profession Sept. 28, 1873. +Ordained June 18, 1878. In 1880 began work among Menominee Indians in +Wis. 1894 to Adrian, Harbor Springs, Mich., Indian School. Studied +Indian languages, etc., 21 years. Historian of Franciscan Order in +Calif. _Author:_ Franciscans in California. Franciscans in Arizona. +Missions and Missionaries of California, 3 vols., (first vol. out.) +_Address:_ The Orphanage, Watsonville, Calif. + + +Here endeth the quotations from living California Authors selected by +George Wharton James and done by him into this book at the Arroyo +Guild Press, 201 Avenue 66, (Garvanza), Los Angeles, Calif., in the +year of Our Salvation One Thousand Nineteen Hundred and Nine. + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The California Birthday Book, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CALIFORNIA BIRTHDAY BOOK *** + +***** This file should be named 13298.txt or 13298.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/3/2/9/13298/ + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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