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Cool running streams and rocks and rills. The air is laden with perfume From the wild rose and orange bloom ; Like carpet spread o'er all the ground, Sweet flowers bloom the whole vear round. The poppies have a golden hue, Other flowers red, white or blue ' The snow-plants on the mountains grow And bloom, though covered up with snow And on the mountains, far and near, I saw fleet antelope and deer ; Though grizzlies now are somewhat rare, I saw black and cinnamon bear. I've reached the land of pure delight, — Sunshine by day and cool at night ; Borne on the bosom of the seas Comes a refreshing ocean breeze. A perfect land of wealth untold : Mountains and hills are full of gold The soil is full of fine gold dust ; Such hidden wealth will never rust. In many hills bright silver shines ; There's copper, iron and coal mines ; By boring deep into the ground. Rich flowing wells of oil are found. And in pure streams, mouth iu, month out, They catch the speckled mountain trout ; While fishermen from daj- to day Catch bass and flounders in the bay. And on the rivers, lakes and ponds I hunted ducks, snipe, geese and swans. The fine bower which sheltered me Was a huge elderberry tree. Near by some of the iiiouuUiiu homes The California wildcat roams. Behold a lion in the way, — Both horse and rider held at bay. a, £■■5 « 3 ^ O '5 " u o '2 ,5 be « V tr, — a. p 3 -) <1 H 3 S Down in the valleys you can find The finest fruit, most every kind ; The apple, peach and pear will grow Both north and south where'er you go. With California's blooming rose The lemon and the orange grows ; Plums, apricots, dates, figs, you find. Cherries, grapes, berries, every kind. Wheat and all other kinds of grain Will grow in valley, hill or plain ; So perfect is the climate here Two crops will ripen in one year. Mount Shasta stood before my eyes, Aud seemed to reach up to the skies ; Though steep and rugged up I climh, And view the scenery sublime. I see the valleys far away ; Large mountains seem like stacks of ha\-, And tall pine trees on which I ga/.e Seem like a rustic, mvstic maze. The distant scenes soou fade from view Behold, I witness something new : The mountain crest is all aglow ; 'Tis sunset on the banks of snow. The setting sun's rays fast declining Stamp on the clouds a silver lining ; And evening shadows softly fall, Till like a veil they cover all. With beating heart I then retreat From summit to the mountain's feet ; Mount Shasta scenes from sun to sun For grandeur cannot be outdone. Up north I saw the rich gold mines Aud viewed the tall and stately pines ; Just like the days of 'forty-nine, They find gold nuggets in the mine. The mountain tops were capped with snow In valleys, fruit and flowers grow ; I saw bright golden harvest fields, — (iold, fruit aud grain that countrv yields. I saw grand scenes beyond a doubt While traveling o'er an old stage route ; Near Humboldt, by a mountain side, I saw the woodsman's greatest pride. Where mountain stream so clearly flows The very finest timber grows ; Tall redwood trees and evergreen — A forest picture, grand, serene. Mendocino well may boast Of loveh- scenes along the coast, And fruit as fine as iu the South ; The grapes just melted in my mouth. In valleys fruit, timber on hills, The coast is lined with fine saw-mills ; Fine fish are caught of every name ; The forests teem with sportsmen's game. Through Glenn, Colusa, through Yolo And Sutter counties then I go ; From north to south, from east to west, 'Tis hard to tell which is the best. Then Yuba County next I try ; That place is never wet nor dry ; They always have enough of rain To raise good crops of fruit and grain. Their citrus fruits are very fine ; They lead the world in making wine. I saw pomegranates in full bloom. Red blossoms yielding sweet perfume. Solano from her orchards, fields, Year after year a plenty yields. I gathered, in that sun-kissed clime, Sweet cherries in late winter time. The lovelj- poppy was iu bloom, The balmy air rich with perfume, Their hills and valleys, I confess, Are not excelled for loveliness. I stopped a week to visit Butte ; 'I'hal's where they raise the finest fruit ; For (juantity it has no peer, — Four thousand carloads in one )-ear. To Placer County next I come ; In mines I there invested some, And I just felt while journeying there, Some day I'd be a millionaire. ''^":^i'i":.-:":*&-.^ Go where you will, you'll find this true, Fair fortune comes to only few ; To win, you must have skill and pluck. And both mixed well with solid luck. Then next I saw a place that shines, Nevada County's gold-filled mines. Mineral quartz was all aglare, For all is gold that glitters there. I watched them mining by the hour, Using improved hydraulic power ; And oh ! such fruit I sampled there. The mountain ajiple, peach and pear. Teetotaler I, but yet no use Refusing uufermeuted juice ; I caught fine trout in mountain streams. Just realized my last year's dreams. Then I traveled o'er the mountains To Sonoma's springs and fountains. While there I spent a happy day Hoat-riding on Bodega Bay. vSononia County can supply The State with wheat, oats, corn and rye ; The farmers sow and always reap, Raise cattle, horses, hogs and sheep. On Sacramento's pleasant plain I saw bright, waving fields of grain. And ripening fruit on vine and tree. While lovelv maidens smiled on me. Then at the capital of the State Delicious were the fruits I ate, While placed upon my bill of fare Were flounder, trout, swan, deer and bear. In Napa's vale you '11 always find The choicest grapes of every kind ; To right and left for miles away I passed bright vineyards all the day; While everywhere were signs of wealth. And people boasting of their health ; Wealth, health and happiness it brings To drink from Napa's soda springs. I found a place where once there stood Live cedar, pine and tall redwood,— Fine timber that has long since died ; The forest now is petrified. The finest fish have not been caught, So fishing was my happy lot. When common fish were getting stale, With hook and line I caught a whale. ^^^"^ "M^ •c '2 n! , ^ u" 01 •"• .^ ji ■jn 5 en .;i be _>^ ■ i^, n! ^ 1^ .0 5 "o" X - 0) ^ j2 0) ja ^ U M > 03 J Si 01 r;: 5 ■c _o Si "S be ii ^2 5 -;; ,— ? Oj M 11 "o G. K i 01 ,0 2' 2 !fi cS ^ ' — ' j:^ X V X c/l 01 « « 3 nn c "n 5 0; i» g 'x :^ M — s 5 01 u 01 W V z % 11 .a -> >. ' * % a ^ 1) u! Ph S Oi n! t ; ^ OJ 2 01 o „ M 3 rt V <; ■J} '^ ■^ X s P o -^ C '^ +^ (3 viS -- - O nt a n X X 5 (U H > -^ ^ rt ;^ o V M '.^ l-H H g o •= rt o o ^ fc :S if a ctf 11 - •^ .X M O .S "C <„ 1- ^ ,-, O _g ii "1 IJ S •a I' i: 5 & i o ^ X " jO u 11 o ^ J 2; Z < H To Alauieda now I go, To see tlieir flowery almond show ; The bhishing roses white and red, And fuchsia trees above my head. Just outside San Francisco's door, Kissed bj- the breeze from ocean's shore, Oakland, Berkeley, two cities fine, A narrow street for parting line. There, nestled near the mountain side, Is California's greatest pride : The State l^niversity is seen. With lovely campus always green. Cedars and palms, the live-oak trees. With ferns and flowers to my knees ; If wrong, I could not well refrain Fnjm walking down the lovers' lane. Then next I traveled, southward bound. O'er Santa Clara's fertile ground, — A valley fenced with vine-clad hills. With rocks and brooks and babbling rills. I climbed the mountain high and steep, .'\nd at the valley took a peep ; .Saw pictures of both sea and land Which were not made bv human hand. And when I reach the j^reeu foothills, Again my heart with rapture fills ; For, traveling down a mountain branch, I find my goal, Mclver's ranch. One lovely spot which 1 behold Seems like a city built of gold. Charmed with the scene, without a guide, I venture down the mountain-side. The orchard first is my retreat, Where oranges I pluck and eat ; I see the olive and fig tree ; Sweet blossoms seem to welcome me. For hours we drive among the vines, And view the press which makes the wines ; Fair Linda Vista reminds me Of Palestine beyond the sea. The lawn and garden, I must own, Seem like a kingdom of their own Soldiers seem to be on duty — Faithful dogs of worth and beauty. The ladies, ere I start away, Give unto me a choice bouquet. When moonbeams kiss the violets, I leave, but not without regrets. Ill Sau Joaquin I stopped a while, And viewed fine crops of every style ; My future happiness depends, While in this world, on Stockton friends. Mechanics there earn double pay. For mills were running night and day. The unemployed were all at work ; There no one had a chance to shirk. The jackrabbit my partner caught We soon had frying in a pot, When with my chum I did divide : Gave John the head, the bones and hide. At Palo Alto I did call And watched the Stan fords play football, Then went with them into the college, And saw them manufacture knowledge. Then under spreading green live-oaks I listened to the college jokes. And soon sweet music softl\- fell : It was the Stanford College yell. tsAf* The University is grand, About the finest in the land ; Fine scenery for miles around ; A place more lovely can't be found. From Mount Hamilton's snow-capped crest, I viewed the promised place of rest. Yes, saw it through the telescope, That heavenly land for which we hope. A land of everlasting spring, And where the sweetest anthems ring ; With that bright land, so grand and fair, Rich California will compare. Like Moses, who, of old, did stand On rocks and view the promised land, I viewed the scenes beneath, above ; With all I saw I fell in love. While at the town of San Jose I stopped and feasted for one day. Plucking large clusters from the vine, Eating sweet grapes, refusing wine. Then sat I in shady bower.'i, Among the palms and lovely flowers ; The blossoms which I love to see, Then smiled and walked and talked with me. Was chatting with the ladies fair. Just wishing I were living there ; And when time came for me to go, Mv heart seemed saying, oh, no, no! At Santa Cruz, the next bright place, New smiles of joy pla^-ed on uiy face I'ntil I sang a song of mirth ; I found the garden spot of earth. ■*,- ^: #)• ..■'^-."„W-'*a*^'»j!i - ~r ^T^-K -^ ...Sl.,M ITH- Soon at the sea did I arrive, Where I enjoyed a fine cliff drive. .\t every turn along the ridge I saw a handsome natural bridge. Through Pajaro \'alley I took a walk, A place where Nature seems to talk. While in the valley with the birds I could not understand their words ; But wafted on the sun-warmed breeze I heard their sweetest melodies ; And while I rambled in the dale Saw California's valley quail. Saw palace fine and humble cot ; On earth there is no brighter spot ; 'Tis one grand garden bright and fair ; I saw some angels living there. For that grand place my heart will yearn And often beg me to return. When some sweet day I cease to roam, Bright Santa Cruz will be my home. Of Monterey I gladly speak, For there I tarried for a week ; Like Eden's flowery fields of old, One-half I saw cannot be told. Bright scenes so pleasing to my eye, Heaven reflected from the sky ; The grandeur there tempts me to sta}'. And live and die at Monterev. Where Mission fathers moored their boat, I out on ocean then did float To see a picture I love most, — Bright moonlight on the western coast. While in the county of Merced, On lovely scenes uiy eyes were fed ; A valley wide, soil deep and rich, Made fertile by canal and ditch. I traveled on, with fairy land Of flowery fields on every hand ; A picture of fine fruit and flowers Grew brighter with the passing hours. Saw gardens, orchards, vineyards fair, And flowers blooming everywhere. I thought, has winter passed so soon ? Is this the flowery month of June ? I traveled slowly day by day. Feasting on grandeur all the way ; While marching on from place to place, Sweet balmy zephyrs kissed my face. iTjr>r*5*~:i«fe^- -s^^' My winding path through valley turns, 'Tis lined with mosses and fine ferns ; In floral trees birds sweetly sing — Midwinter, yet 'tis just like spring. The air I breathed was sweet and pure. The climate does diseases cure, Tho' old and feeble, of a truth. It quickly brought me back to youth. Until I am a boy once more, Kujoying childhood's days of j'ore ; 'Tis like a dream of youth's springtime. When life was smoother than a rhyme. At last I reach Yosemite, — Scene picturesque of high degree ; Tongue cannot tell its countless worth It is the grandest spot on earth. I saw the valley by suulight, Then on a bright and cloudless night ; And when the moon began to shine The vale seemed sacred and sublime. I thought, siuce God is always near, Perhaps some augels may be here. The echo of a loving voice Respouded, "God should be your choice. Departed friends by earth's clear streams Can only visit you in dreams. Give me your heart, then by and by You'll meet my augels in the sky." lyv^ yH:;>;-;"%? Enraptured while my soul admires Yosemite's cathedral spires, A white-plumed Sentinel is seen ; Bright Merced River flows between. Along Ibe mouutaius then I roam, Until I reach the graud North Dome ; Then by the Vernal Fall I stand, Beholding sights sublime and grand. "fi. Graceful Three Brothers then 1 spy, To Mirror Lake I soon draw nigh, — A picture like life's brightest dreams, The shadows playing with moonbeams. Then to the city of Fresno It was my happy lot to go. They don't rely on fruit alone, For every kind of grain is grown. They have fine trees without number, Acres spread over with lumber. While buried underneath their pines There are rich, undeveloped mines. My banquet there I would not miss. For such a feast is simply bliss ; So when I started on my way My heart seemed begging me to stay. .\t Porterville, by a request, I stopped to visit and to rest ; Together with a friend I drove For hours through a citrus grove. I proved one thing beyond dispute By feasting on their golden fruit : Their oranges for table use Have body, sweetness, flavor, juice. Then next I saw sequoia trees With branches waving in the breeze. And trunks so noble, straight and high Their tops seemed reaching to the sky. I had a lively picnic there : I walked up to a grizzly bear. The beast weighed sixteen hundred pounds ; I knocked hiin out in just three rounds. From Porterville I must depart ; So for Kings County then I start. Finding another lovely spot, Past joys I very soon forgot. Prosperity contentment brings, For men were living there like kings. Delicious fruits and crops which grew Show wliat soaked soil and sun will do. When from Kings County I must turn, I go almost direct to Kern, Which used to be a barren plain That never had been kissed bv rain. Now it can't be overrated, All the land is irrigated, — Ditches, all sizes, many styles, In length are fifteen hundred miles. Once desert waste where nothing grows, But now it blossoms like the rose ; The grain and fruit at Rakersfield Show what the soil in Kern will vield. The farmer great success secures. For everything he plants matures. By raising the alfalfa hay. And feeding siock, he makes it pay. San Beruardino my next stop, In time to see the orange crop ; Saw enough lemons in one hour To make the whole creation sour. The houey and the sugar beet Would make all of those lemons sweet. And fine deciduous fruit I found ; One peach alone would weigh a pound The oranges are very fine, Juicy the meat and thin the rind ; Bright in color, perfect in size, Where'er they go they take the prize. On mountain scenes my eyes were fed I saw the famous Arrowhead ; Reservoir and artesian well I saw while resting in the dell. At Riverside I stopped one day ; Ju.st like au hour it passed away ; For 'tis a lovely, flowery place. Where smiles are seen on every face. 'Mong citrus fruit it is agreed Their navel orange takes the lead ; To raise good crops without a rain They simply irrigate the plain. At evening one short hour I spend Out riding with a lady friend, Who came out to this land of wealth Expressl}^ to regain her health. That girl who was so weak and frail, With sunken eyes and cheeks so pale, On what I say can be relied": She's now^ the belle of Riverside. In Orange County I then plan To spend a week in Santa Ana ; One thing I saw paid for my joy,— Gold separated from a-IvOy. Such girls I never saw before ; To see them simply means adore ; One orange blossom of that land Almost controls my heart and hand. Next morning, at the break of day, I saw the San Diego Bay, Where I spent one week of pleasure- Joy for which there is no measure. I saw the lovely pampas plume. Inhaled the sweetest of perfume. And feasted on the finest grade Of orange juice and lemonade. While other fruits were ui}- delight, The strawberries were out of sight. On hill and dale, from day to day. Perpetual sunbeams brightly play. About a fortnight then I dwell At Corouado Beach Hotel ; A pen picture cannot be drawn Describing garden and the lawn. Sweet flowers and the lovely trees, With beach and waves and ocean breeze, The grandeur of that sun-kissed clime, Cannot be pictured in a rhyme. The sucred Lolu.-, of the Nile, And other flowers, every style, Were budding, blooming everywhere ; Their mingled fragrance filled the air. I reach Tomona in the night, And visit by electric light. The city seems one glare of fire, All furnished by a single wire. Then next I view for many hours The goddess of the fruit and flowers. Enraptured everywhere I go, For 'twas one lovely beauty show. ^ J) •- 5 n -s S (« ^ C O 3! -H ID H » v V ■" ^ »-' T3 X n CJ jn il 1) Jj 1; M 5f >^ 13 5C 3 ;^ o OJ u < .^ u ft V ^ 1) u D 1) h4 a> O ■X. ■B 5 cc 111 v- ,1^ s J OJ 1> !J D ^ cS SiC ■u ;x ■*~' u W a ^ .-. sc '^ ) . ._» u Ji 11 ^a .a 'C, ^ *►-- r-* I stand alone, no one seems near, And yet a still, small voice I hear ; The earth to heaven sgems so nigh, The voice I hear comes from the skj-. I then to Pasadena came, Bnt Rden fair should be the name ; Feasting on honej-, fruit and cream, Mv living there seemed like a dream. Then soon I found another charm, A California honey farm ; Bees coaxing sweetness from the rose, — A laud where milk, where houev flows. Then on Mount Wilson's peak I stand, Which is the Pisgah of this land. I look into San Gabriel's vale As twilieht steals o'er hill and dale. V, ^ti- Behold the mouiitaiu white and green, - A California'wiuter scene. From this, the place where frost reposes Turn o'er the leaf and see the roses. From winter scene, with blushing face, lu oue-half hour I reached this place ; And this the contrast made that day, — A snowball and a fine bouquet. Ventura Couuty next was seen ; That's where they raise the Boston Ijean Besides the product of their soil, They have fine wells of flowing oil. Potatoes — well, nobody knows How many on one acre grows ; Perhaps you may some knowledge catch By gazing at this pumpkin-patch. Then Santa Barbara next I reach, And gather shells along the beach. That afternoon I fished till dark ; With hook and line I caujiht a shark. I saw men making olive oil, And watched them irrigate the soil. They give a carnival each spring ; 'Tis proof that they are prospering. M. >2 Jl^ M-*^- One hundred thousand flowers I see- Sweet blooming roses on one tree ; Which makes a fine esthetic show That is unrivaled here below. V.-ykv*«i.: '^^^'^^S^ftssft" -^■|K ^Urv, Then next there came new joy to nie, A boat-ride out upon the sea ; Upon a vessel tried and true, I rode out on the ocean bhie. A joy for which my heart oft craves, I saw the sun set in the waves, Saw the moonbeams on the billows. Sleeping there with waves for pillows. Then next I had a glad surprise : O'er hills I saw the sun arise. And cast bright rays along the shore ; My throbbing heart could wish no more. At evening, near the close of day, I saw the San Francisco Bay ; Oh, rapture scenes of setting sun, The joy of life seemed just begun ! oh, happy fate, x^..g,... ^....>.^. on the Golden Gati The pilot, like a guiding star. Then led us past the harbor bar. For there I saw, oh, happ) Bright sunset on the Golden Gate ! Tlif nilot like a ffuidine si Next morning, with the day's first break, A journey through the town I take. From street to street, up hill and down, I see the sights in Chinatown. I saw the merchants on the street, With long pig-tails and crippled feet. Small caps they wore upon their head. And looked like all their friends were dead. They seldom dress in modern style, And scarcely ever laugh or smile. 1 saw a leper, life most gone ; He grinned because I called him John. I saw the Chinese butcher shop, And saw them eat with sticks called chops Then next I traveled down below. Under the ground in China row. I ventured down into a dive, And bj- a scratch came out alive ; For while below, it now occurs, I was among the highbinders. I saw a noted China boat Set sail and on the ocean float ; Then saw a man-of-war depart, Boats on a whaling voyage start. At the Presidio I stayed. To see the soldiers on parade. I saw the rays of setting sun Reflected on both sword and gun. And then I went from place to place, Peeping iuto the cannon's face ; Saw guns and cannons, small and great, Safe guardians of Golden Gate. ~ .'2 K "J CJ 'is a; 3 oj o j; .3 i« 2 S a < I-, 5 -^ d ■5 ^ g S M CO Oj O 1/1 cfl < H ^ « o a 3i _ ° I O '^ o 1) o .-i O — ' < -^ H l-H "o .5 i-^ ^ O n oj & I- i^ '^ is o i; :^I J,', ■v.. 1,1'^ o fe H ^; To Sutro Heights I fouud my^'way, And spent the closing hours of day ; Among the palms and fragrant flowers I spent the golden evening hours. I 'd tell about the lovely sights, My joy obtained at Sutro Heights ; And this would be the song I 'd sing : " I 've found an everlasting Spring." If I had now a poet's power, I 'd tell the pleasures of an hour, Where art and nature are combined, And tender love with both are twined ; Bright Golden Gate which stands ajar, The cliffs outside and harbor bar. The rugged coast and sea-washed strand, Make this seem like the golden land. < '•^ i tii WS'^!*^^ it »• *" ^ Theu next I sought a place of fame, An object worthy of its name ; Another joy the day reveals, I see the Cliff House, cliffs and seals. And while I hear sea-lions roar, I gather shells along the shore. And search along my tide-swept track. Till foaming breakers drive me back. With foaming waves just out of reach. For hours I rambled down the beach. Heard lions roar and seagulls cry, Till__stars were shining in the sky. ^iMwa«m^ 1^:% ?^-. When I climbed up Strawberry Hill, A grand picture I saw at will ; San Francisco stood out in sight, Built on the hills, — a shining light. Saw mountains fifty miles awa\-, And Oakland just across the bay ; Then looking over toward the West, That panorama seemed the best. Pacific Ocean, I exclaim. And other tourists did the same ; I saw the breakers lash the beach, And foam when rugged cliflfs they'd reach. I saw white ships botli near and far, Saw foam along the harbor bar ; A full-rigged ship some time before Had headed for some foreign shore. Most charming scene, a vessel's flight, I watched till it was out of sight ; Then saw another out at sea, An ocean steamer wearing me. [ watched, but had not long to wait, To see it pass the Golden Gale ; Bright ships and steamers come and go. Schooners and tugs move to and fro. I But nothin^^ seen will quite compare In splendor with Midwinter Fair ; Bright Sunset City of renown, On thee I watch the sun go down. A picture hung before my eyes, Composed of ocean, earth and skies. The searchlight on electric spire vSeemed stationed on a tower of fire. Grand picture of a closing day. Sunset on hills, city and bay ; And when the sun had hid his face The moon came up to take his place. The moon and stars and grand searchlight. Combining near dispelled the night. I viewed and viewed each glad surprise. Till tears of joy came in my eyes. Next day I go to do the Fair ; For one whole week I tarry there. Of course, compared with Jackson Park, For size 'tis only just a spark ; And yet the beauty of the place, Considering both time and space, All planned and built in one-half year, For grandeur stands without a peer. Administration I behold, In finish representing gold. Upon the dome a goddess stands, Emblem of freedom iu her hands. And our bright banner of the free, Red, white and blue, she waves at me. The stars and stripes, our nation's hope. Float proudly on the western slope. (U — U O 5 a .ir S 5 i .5 t 'I T^ oj a o = S ctt t ^ 5 M 1, * « '73 u a> ^ O i ~ ^ '*- i; V o < m fe r u a "a ■ o J) •^ n o u o ja h4 •< u H t: ^ 1) TO a; o o o c *- be be oj a J o ■" S ''^ s-g i.f^'' o O u •^ * « K s Si "^ d ? s " o S| ^^ oj n o o -^ rt < HH o 2 J. rt p w r- OJ 2 «J o .— _. ;^ ^ 13 aj g g S w ^ ^ cd rt fci 4_» M =■ 03 P * .S nj X! "*- s 1- o n a 2 ^ H :- < « t/l 0) 1-. .'H O t/} "iu S 5 o U C O ^ o rt • - I stopped to see the Esquiuiaiix, And witness what a dog can draw. With a fair damsel by my side, Upon a sled I took a ride. Through forty-uiuers' camp I roaui; They made me make myself at home. I found my way through crooked row, Like meu did forty years ago. r-*S^J|eS^' m^^^^^^^^M" '%;^ --. -- — ■- vsst* Saw miners' cabins b^- the score, With bullet holes through ever}- door. At times I felt quite out of place, For guns were pointed at my face ; And, when a robber jumped my claim, Was scared till I forget my name. My heart was full of doubts and fears ; I seemed to live in bygone years. Tho' late at night I had to stay, And spend my cash till break of day ; As long as gold was in my pants. The men with guns just made me dance. Excitement there was all the rage ; They threw me in the grizzly's cage. Like Sandow's luck, while I was there, I simply paralyzed the bear. Free country, yet I dare not think ; I bad to die or take a drink, And join the games of every stamp, In forty-niners' mining camp. "% ^ ^. ^ ~ if i« is ft a. a" "a n: ^ _ >—, (1> nJ 4> a •5 « V 5 CS a 6 5 T 11 l-H iC U a; t- ^ ^ D ^ o ^ ;_ -^ ,o rz ■c HH « < fl. 'Ti ' I '>,' ^im.^Mamm\>L.»9 - ZMm And then some Indians I see, Who scare me up a cactus tree. My hair just fairh' stands on end. Says I, " Say, would you scalp a friend ? " I slipped and fell. Thinks I, " I'm dead. Just felt my scalp move on my head. The Arizonas just meant play, So I got up and ran away. A coward always meets his dues: I ran into a camp of Sioux. Said I when I had caught my breath, "Do \'ou scalp men who are scared to death?" I much prefer the grizzly's den To savages who torlue men. Would rather prove a meal for hear Than have Bull Head remove mv hair. wryiuTritiiiiiiBn-fr Then uext I visit the Chiuese, Celestials from beyond the seas. There's nothing finer at the Fair Than their imported chinaware. T..-4 ■■■i^.^~:uJ.ii>l^mii-.^f- Then next I do some knowledge gain, From wbite-plunied creatures of the plain. When enemies appear in sight, Be ready for a run or fight. I saw tlie wild vSaruoan band, .Strange people from a distant land For summer time, I must confess, I rather like the way they dress. Now if my skin were only black, I might wear nothing on my back. Not even socks upon my feet, And yet be welcome on the street. Dressed up in such outlandish suit, Say, wouldn't our young folks look cute ? 'Twould quickly stop the woolen mills, And make a wreck of laundry bills. When I had finished the Midway, The county buildings claimed one day. Northern and Central are combined, And have fine shows of every kind. Southern counlies, hand in hand, Show rich productions of their land. Their show of fruits, grown on the Coast, Alone should make our nation boast. There is no hiicr place lo go Than Taber's handsome studio. Views of the Golden State are there, And pictures of Midwinter Fair. I sat beside the large fireplace, Till a rosy hue came to my face ; But while I rest no time I lose, For I'm in love with crystal views. And then I spend my closing hour Ou top of the electric tower. I stand and watch the searchlight pla}' On objects man}- miles away. Through shadows of approaching night A million lamps were shining bright, Shining on evergreens and sage, Grand picture of this golden age. While searchlight plays o'er vale and hill Like once of old, the moon stands still. When brilliant fireworks fill the air, The moon is jealous of the Fair. In this bright land I proudly boast, I'll end mj- days along the coast. Land of flowers and bright sunshine ; This sun-kissed climate shall be mine. Until I hear the trumpet blow, Calling me from the earth below. To live in the sweet by and by, Keyond the Golden Gate on high. Oh, this fair land of fruit and gold ! liarLh's grandest scenes I now behold. I'm thankful for the hand of fate Which brought me to this Golden State. And when electric fountain plays, The stars in heaven seem to gaze, And listen to the tones which fell,- Svveet music of the chiming bell. iSr,?.*?T °'' CONGRESS 015 762 658 9 ■m