42 WILD FLOWERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST. 



" Oh, yes ; very much. Where did you get them ?" 



" Woods, pickey," and he was gone 



When my sketch was finished, I asked him how he liked 

 them. 



He danced about, first on one foot and then on the other, 

 and grinned. 



" Me likee much ; me likee big ! ' 



We hear much about the Chinamen, and little in their favor, 

 but during my stay on the coast, I found them excellent servants. 



While in San Francisco I went with a large party of friends, 

 protected by a detective, to the Chinese quarters. I went into 

 the cellars, and saw the old blind woman and her cats, "the joss 

 house ' and the opium dens, and saw the inhabitants stowed 

 away like so many sardines. But I must not surround my pretty 

 tidy-tips with this dense atmosphere. They came from the 

 lovely woods where the air is pure, and the sunshine beautifies 

 every thing it shines upon. There is no place it shines more 

 beautifully than at Santa Barbara. My visit there was after the 

 rainy season, and every thing in Nature was fresh and lovely. 

 The clouds had disappeared, the small white watering-pots of 

 heaven, each one trying to outdo the other in their sprinkle, 

 had exhausted themselves and floated away to rest, leaving the 

 sky clear and blue for the rest of the year. 



