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whose architectural ideals, when they had any, were 

 expressed in the peaked roofs and gingerbread trim- 

 mings of the Atlantic side of the Continental Divide. 

 So the old California houses, with their white- 

 washed adobe walls and tile roofs, their cool veran- 

 das, and their patio gardens sheltered from public 

 gaze, have rotted gradually away, until now a scant 

 half-dozen, if so many, of the fine old places can be 

 found in anything like their first estate. Those that 

 persist are to be found in the neighborhood of the 

 old pueblo towns San Diego, Los Angeles, Santa 

 Barbara and Monterey. There are, for instance, in 

 good preservation, the lovely gardens of the Eancho 

 Camulos, midway between Santa Barbara and Los 

 Angeles, in the valley of the Eio Santa Clara del 

 Sur; and those of the Eancho Santa Margarita, a 

 princely domain between Los Angeles and San 

 Diego ; while a few miles from this and not far from 

 San Luis Eey, is the Eancho Guajome. At all these 

 the Spanish tradition is still dominant; and they 

 represent the cream of the little that is now left to 

 link us with "the further Past ... the dying glow 

 of Spanish glory." 



The gardens at Camulos are the best known of all, 

 because of the place's association with the novel of 

 "Eamona." In front of the low rambling resi- 

 dence, familiar at least to every tourist who buys 



