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perfect gentleman !" On Orange Grove Avenue they had found two horses 

 tethered and took one of them, which they were leading. Thej'- scarcely 

 stopped but rode slowly along the old road up the Richardson gull}', then 

 across the Arroyo at Devil's Gate, and up the old Soledad Trail, securely 

 beyond reach of any pursuing sheriff; but here one of their horses fell from 

 the trail down a precipice and was killed. That same night they rode back 

 through Pasadena down to Sycamore Grove, and compelled the man living 

 there, who had a flock of goats, to dress a kid and get up a good supper for 

 them. 



When Eaton, Porter and Green put their coats on to start home, and 

 congratulated themselves on their lucky escape from being robbed, they 

 found that among them all there were three watches and $48 in money 

 which made so close a shave from falling into the robber's hands. 



This was the same day that Vasquez had committed what became 

 famous as the Repetto robbery. He was finally captured a few weeks later 

 at an out-of-the-way house in the mountains near Santa Monica, had a trial, 

 and was hung at Los Angeles. 



A DREADFUL NICxHT IN EATON CANYON. 



Judge Eaton has kindly written out for me the following historic inci- 

 dent : 



"The principal accident that occurred in Colonial days happened in 

 this way : Mr. Arthur H. Day, an employe of The Advance, the Congre- 

 gationalist paper of Chicago, conceived the idea of a trip up Eaton Canyon, 

 with two companions as inexperienced as himself.* They started off on foot, 

 packing their grub and blankets on their backs. It was all eas}' going 

 until they reached ' ' The Falls, ' ' distant about three-fourths of a mile from 

 the mouth of the canyon. Here they found a barrier to all farther progress 

 up the bed of the stream. Depositing their packs on the banks they com- 

 menced the ascent of the right bank upon their hands and knees. Arriving 

 on top, a height of 250 feet, they thought to descend again into the creek 

 above the falls. This was a difficult and dangerous task for men not used 

 to scaling mountains. But they persevered till poor Day made a mis-step 

 and was precipitated to the bottom, spraining his ankle, and breaking one 

 leg square off. After many times trying, his companions succeeded in reach- 

 ing him. Finding that he was utterly helpless, they began a reconnoisance 

 to see how they were going to get him out. Down the canyon fifty or a 

 hundred yards was the falls — a precipice 40 feet in height over which the 

 water was tumbling into a pool 20 feet in width and 6 or 8 feet deep. Over 

 the falls was the only mode of egress in that direction ; turning about, they 

 followed up the canyon where they were soon brought to a stand still by 

 another precipice about 80 feet in height. Either side was bounded by an 

 almost perpendicular wall several hundred feet high. There was nothing 

 to do but contrive some way of letting Day down over the Falls. Fortu- 

 nately they had along with them some pieces of fence rope. With these 

 and some long slender poles they had cut, a ladder was constructed ; but 



*His companions were Enio Brenna, a young Italian then living at W.J. Barcus's, and another 

 young man named Lalya — both dead now. 



