NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JAN. 28, 1875. 



For Forest and Stream. 

 WON'T WE MAKE THE TURKEYS SING? 



WON'T we make the turkeys sing, 

 By aud by, by aud by; 

 As we slio.it lliem on the wing, 

 Yon and I, j on and If 



When the hazy moonlight streams 

 O'er their flight, o'er their flight, 



With its mellow Autumn beams 

 All the night, all the night? 



('ruck the rifle swift and sure, 

 When they rush, when they rnsh, 



Out Troiu covert dense, or moor, 

 'Mid the brush, 'mid the brush. 



Won't we track them as they rno, 

 Spindle shauked, spin lie shanked, 



Catching health as well as fun, 

 Never flanked, never flanked? 



Chase them o'er the rival- widB— 

 Blaze the gun, blaze the gun, 



Drop then: on the gTassy tide. 

 One by one, one by one? 



Uohble. gobble, end aloof, 



With a will, with a will, 

 Bag them, drag them home as proof 



Of our skill, of our skill. 



AVon't we make the tnrkoys sing, 



By and by, by and by; 

 As we shoot them on the whig, 



You and I, you and I? 



.1. r.. Jan., igrjs. 



^emon. 



For Forest and Stream. 



A SEQUEL TO "SANTA MONICA." 



IT was a perfect California!! "Winter day. The sun, un- 

 dimmed by cloud, was sinking; slowly to Ills rest in the 

 broad bosom of the Pacific. The last wagon, piled high 

 with boxes of oranges intended for the next day's upward- 

 bound steamer, had vanished behind the mission buildings, 

 and the rumbling of its he»vy wheels became indistinct 

 as its dusty trail settled agaiu to earth. The week's work 

 was done, and yet the heavily-laden trees to the right and 

 left of the house scarce showed the abstraction of their 

 golden fruit. From the broad verandah whereon I inclined 

 in a bamboo chair, in nil the luxury of idleness and cou- 

 tont, a fair picture of a lovely laud presented itself. On 

 the right, jrnd scarcely half a mile distant, the little village 

 ot Bab Gabriel nestled under the protecting shadow of its 

 church, the largest aud best preserved of these mementoes 

 of the country's earlier colonization. Its dark hued or- 

 chatd, in which orange trees of sixty years' growth were 

 still paying rich tribute to the padres, was surrounded by a 

 Cordon of lighter luted but equally aged olive trees, the 

 whole crowned by a clump of noble date palms, planted 

 nobody knows when, or by whom. 



To the left, the eye ranges unchecked for miles over 

 verdant pastures until it, rests upon old Mount San Bernar- 

 dino, which, witli snowy crest, stands like a giant sentinel 

 at. the entrance to the valley. In front, the range of lower 

 hills which form the southern boundary of the valley open 

 for a space to allow the San Gabriel Kiver to find its way 

 to the sea, which, although twenty miles distant, seems 

 from the glimmer of the sun upon the water and the half 

 mirage caused by the wide bed of sand beyond, to be wash- 

 ing the base of the hills. Directly in the gap an immense 

 coltonwoOd tree has assumed the fantastic shape of a ship 

 under full sail, ever there yet ever sailing. For hours I 

 waich the phantom craft, expecting momentarily to see it 

 disappear behind the point; but there it stands, receiving 

 the heavy freight of day dreams with which I load it, un- 

 til it comes to seem almost part and parcel of my destiny. 

 Behind the house, the valley slopes upward, covered with 

 well kept vineyards aud orange orchards, until the timber 



belt is reached, and the dark masses of the Sierra Madre 

 tower for thousands of feet above all. The tinkling of 

 the sheep bells as the nocks seek the nightly protection of 

 the corral, and even the monoionous chant of the celestial, 

 Aho, as he prepares the evening meal, sound musical. The 

 little terrier, Jack, in vain endeavors to entice the-sober 

 eyed setter, Hose, to a game of romps, as she partakes of 

 her master's reverie, aud dreams with him of other days 

 and scenes'. A row of ungainly muscovy ducks come wad- 

 dling up the little stream which passes the house, aud the 

 scattered chickens, satiated with grasshoppers, come in 

 from the fields to seek digestion on the roosts. Truly, this 

 must be Eden, and the peace that of Paradise. 



The pounding of horses' hoofs upon the hard road and 

 stopping at the gate, disturbed my dreams, aud the figure 

 of a horseman passing between the two tall Eucilyptus, or 

 Australian gum trees, which stand at the entrance to the 

 grounds, attracted my attention. The figure bestriding the 

 little mulo, with feet almost touching the ground, seemed 

 familiar, and iu a minute the lank form of my old friend 

 Grizzly Bill was unfolding himself from his mule and 

 grasping me by the hand. 



"Cumv te m? I'm mortal glad to see you, Capitano." 



Since my residence in the valley I had jumped the inter- 

 mediate grades and been promoted at once to that, of cap- 

 tain; 1 he fact of my being able to take a Henry rifle to 

 pieces aud put it together agaiu had been seized upon as an 

 excuse. Said Bill, as he breveted me — 



"We can't be calling people mister here, and as it's gone 

 out of fashion to call every one above the rank of vaquero, 

 Don, you must have some handle to your name. We'd 

 make you a colonel at once, but two in the family might 

 mix things." 



Glad as I was to see Bill, the tidings he brought me set 

 ray heart thumping most violently. 



"We left Santa Monica," said he, "the day before yes- 

 terday, and stopped last night with Don Andreas, at San- 

 Fernando. The Colonel he went onto Los Angeles with 

 the senoritas this morning, and 1 pushed on through the 

 mountains and across the Aroyo Seco without going to the 

 Pueblo. They'll all be here to-morrow, and then I g less, 

 Cap, you'll have more of a house full than you'vw had 

 yet." 



After supper, we took our pipes and sat on the verandah, 

 while Bill good naturedly answered my thousand and one 

 questions about my friends. 



"I say, Cap, this almost beats Santa Monica. Who'd a 

 thought you'd have made the place look like this in a 

 year?" 



"Well, there has been a good deal of work done," said 

 I, as I looked with some pride at the neatly trimmed vine- 

 yard, where not a weed was visible, and at the rows of 

 orange trees and the well appointed outbuildings; "but then, 

 you see, I had the advantage of some one else's start. I 

 find that if you do your work well in this country, and 

 fight the gophers, everything flourishes. Plenty of water 

 and don't spare the plow points, is my motto. Do you 

 think Col. Forrester will be pleased?" 



"More nor that, Cap. It's no use talking, it takes you 

 Eastern chaps to make things look slick. Why your house- 

 is more homelike than the Colonel's, and if Miss Nita don't 

 like your fixins, why dog my cats if I don't think she ought 

 to be walloped," and Bill puffed furiously at his pipe at the 

 bare idea of any oue not liking Vernon. 



With the exception of an occasional run up to Santa 

 Monica, the past year had been spent in hard labor, and 

 now my dear friends were to make me a visit, leaving be- 

 hind them on their return my little comradita, who was to 

 link her fortunes, for weal or woe, to mine. In the dim 

 twilight I can just see the phantom ship against the lighter 

 ground of the Western sky. Everything set, royals above 

 to' gallant sails! Whither was she bound; to bring me my 

 bonny bride, or to carry her away to unknown seas? Was 

 this day dream, the brightest of them all, to go with the 

 rest? The twilight deepened into darkness, the weird 



ship vanished, and Bill's cheery voice broke the silence. 



"The Co'.onel assed me to tell you, Cap, that he mought 

 have to go up to Lyttle Creek Canon while he was here, to 

 see about his timber lands, and he thought as if you weren't 

 too busy you might go along, and we'd have a hunt. 

 Old Glenn, who crossed the plains with me, has got a good 

 cabin at the forks, where the senoritas could stay, and as 

 you can't do much h'untin' afteryou're manriod, you know, 

 you'd better make tilGpase&r while you kin." 



Go? Of course I'd go; with nothing to do for a week, 

 what could be more delightful than a camping expedition 

 with Nita and the Colonel, to>ay nothing of the Senora, 

 and Donna Inez and Pablo. The latter couple were mar- 

 ried now, and joined the expedition to see the last of their 

 littie sister. Bill declined my offer of a bed, preferring 

 to roll himself in his blankets on the verandah, and, after 

 seeing his mule fed, I swung iu a hammock by his side 

 until the increasing chilliness of the night air warned me 

 to retire indoors. 



It was late the following day before my eager eyes dis- 

 cerned the wagons crossing the plain which lies between 

 Los Angeles and San Gabriel, and old Bill thought me de- 

 mented as I jumped on my horse, which had been saddled 

 all day, and dashed down the road to meet my friends. 

 How natural they looked! First came the familiar old 

 spring wagon, with my dear little commadre seated by her 

 father, with the Senora behind, and Donna Inez, followed 

 by the ambulance driven by Pablo, with the baggage and 

 old Juaua, who could not leave her clu'Mla, perched on 

 top. 



The ladies were escorted into the house, and with some 

 little trepidation I showed the Colonel the home I had pre- 

 pared for his daughter. It was undoubtedly owing to the 

 excellent lessons derived from his experience which en- 

 abled me to make so good a display. In spite of the thou- 

 sand and one annoyances which beset the new comer, the 

 unlearning, the total abandonment of all pre-couceived 

 ideas, which becomes an absolute necessity to the agricul- 

 turist in this country, I had achieved the success of mak- 

 ing two blades of grass grow where one flourished before, 

 and was proportionately elated. The climatic effects ami 

 the changes of the seasons are so new to the. Eastern man 

 that it is at first difficult for him to realize the fact that his 

 harvesting begins when his planting would at home, and 

 that his stock really requires more of his attention and care 

 in the Summer than the Winter. 



The Colonel approved of everything, and prophesied not 

 only a lovely home, but a certainty of income. One por- 

 tion of my enterprise, surprised even him, and I mention it 

 here merely to show the extreme hardiness of the orange 

 tree in this climate. On my first arrival in Los A.ngeles, a 

 street was about to be carried through oue of the orange 

 orchards of the place. For a comparatively small sum I 

 purchased all the trees which came iu the way of the pro- 

 posed improvements, and with the aid of some Chinese 

 gardeners successfully transplanted some fifty of them to San 

 Gabriel. The following year they were covered with thick 

 foliage, and on the third the majority of them bore a pay- 

 ing crop of oranges. 



The house, a cross between the native hacienda and an 

 East Indian bungalow, excited the warmest expressions of 

 admiration from the ladies, and little Nita, with moistened 

 eyes, thanked me for all I had done for her. 



In the evening we gathered on the verandah and dis- 

 cussed the proposed expedition to Lyttle Creek, and it was 

 finally agreed that we should start ou the following day. 

 For hour after hour we sat, watching the moon gradually 

 rise over the mountain peaks, whose snow coveredsummils 

 glistened like silver in the bright beams; and the oranges 

 almost sparkled amid the bright green foliage. Gradually 

 the whole valley was lighted, and my old ship loomed up 

 in strong relief against the gleamiug horizon. I called 

 Nita's attention to it, and tried to impart to her some of 

 my own superstitious feelings, at which she laughed aud 

 called me a silly ganso. 



Athighuoonon the following day we started on our 



