196 A CALIFORNIA TRAMP. 



excited by the scenes around, I pursued my way over this 

 pastoral vale, occasionally halting a few moments to enjoy its 

 beauties, for I feared that, like some pleasant dream, it would 

 vanish to nothingness. I was better fitted this morning to 

 enjoy such surroundings, for I had had a good night's rest, 

 and as there were but twelve miles to go that day I traveled 

 leisurely. 



Passing through a range of green hills by a winding canon 

 I came on to a broad plain which extended to the ocean. I was 

 now nearing Los Angeles, and traveling for a while along the 

 foot of a range of hills, I turned to the west and soon came 

 in sight of the " City of Angels," whose white walls gleamed 

 in the noon-day sun. 



Note. — The valley extending eastward from San Bernardino, which I found 

 so thinly settled and rarely traveled over, is now traversed by a railroad, along 

 which are many towns. Speculation is rife there in town-lots and suburban lands. 

 San Bernardino itself has a population of six thousand. The name of the mount 

 itself has been vulgarized to "Old Baldy." 



