4 Life and Sport on the Pacific Slope 



Fringing the border were the gaudy calceolarias. 

 Not for the first time I was struck by the amazing 

 finish of the picture, its exquisite texture and quality. 

 And I reflected that in Surrey alone there are hun- 

 dreds of such gardens, and that they represent the 

 care and the culture of a thousand years. 



Looking at this perfect miniature I was fain to 

 contrast it with a picture I knew and loved in 

 another land seven thousand miles away. I could 

 see in fancy a great valley sloping westerly to a 

 great ocean. Upon the face of this landscape lay 

 the same glad freshness of morning. And here 

 too the mist had spread her magical carpet, obscur- 

 ing the bare plains, veiling the rude houses and 

 barns, blotting out, in fine, the works of man while 

 lending unearthly beauty to the works of God. 



In both pictures was revealed the hand of the 

 Master. And the less included the greater, even as 

 the infinite spaces of the sky are reflected in a 

 dewdrop. 



The Surrey garden was an epitome of yesterday 

 and to-day. Upon the other, the great valley sloping 

 to the Pacific, broods the promise of to-morrow. 



This Land of To-morrow includes within itself the 

 material resources of all the nations. It has a great 

 seaboard, rich valleys, mountains of minerals, vast 

 forests, rivers, lakes, reservoirs of oil (the fuel of 

 to-morrow), and a people not to be matched in 

 energy, patience, pluck, and executive ability. 



Fifty years ago this was the Lotos Land, where 

 life was essentially Arcadian, pastoral and patri- 

 archal. Another race dwelt upon the shores of the 



