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NEW YORK, THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 3, 1876. 



( Volume 5, Number 26. 



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For Forest and Stream. 

 THE WINTER KING. 



~V"TT"IIAT ho! make way for the ermined king, 



V V Mid his anreole of glory. 

 Clearer the blast of his bugles ring!, 

 Forward his glittering cohorts spring, 



Prom coverts, on mountains hoary. 



What ho! give way to the king's array; 



From the forest glens defiling. 

 With a victor's tramp in the sun's pale ray, 

 Crushing the blossoms that yesterday, 



In the broad fair fields were smiling. 



But oh there's a snare for the chaste, cold king, 



In the sun-land's ardent glances. 

 Over beds of roses, the love birds sing, 

 And the tangled vines will clasp and cling, 



Enfolding his broken lances. T. W. A. 



turesquc. It consists of wheat fields, vineyards, etc., sur- 

 rounded by prettily wooded hills. Some gentle undula- 

 tions, some rougher and more irregular in formation. It 

 was quite dark when we arrived at Cloverdale at 6:30, and 

 were soon safely deposited with our baggage within the 

 walls of a rough-looking little country inn, but, though 

 rough, good enough for a couple of fishermen. "We met 

 at dinner a German of about 50 years, evidently a geologist 

 visiting the quicksilver mines in the vicinity. After' din- 

 ner we took our places among the rough group of country- 

 men around the big log-fire. Queer groups these Califor- 

 nia assemblies are! Singular mixtures of nationalities! 

 In the present instance, for example — first (and thus placed 

 out of respect for age) sat my uncle, E. Hooper, with his 

 silvery locks, the patriarch of this motley group; next the 

 German geologist; then the keeper of the tavern, a true 



red, and golden leaves of autumn. The journey, which 

 occupied ten hours and a half, seemed by no means long, 

 and we neither of us suffered from fatigue. Our first stop- 

 ping place was 16 miles from Cloverdale. The next was 

 at a comfortable roadside farmhouse, 32 miles from our 

 starting point, where we arrived at about noon. The good 

 lady of the house set before us an admirable lunch — the 

 best of farmhouse fare. Delicious home-made bread, ten- 

 der meat, preserved fruits, and everything a hungry soul 

 could desire. It was enough to give us an appetite for our 

 food to eaten a glimpse of the old lady's good-tempered 

 sunny countenance, so full of jollity and merriment. She 

 seemed one of those happy creatures of light and joyous 

 temperament tb whom, looking on the bright side of all 

 things, the world is aLl sunshine and pleasure. Feeling 

 greatly invigorated, we started on our journey, as giants 



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TIIE following description of the above excursion is 

 from the pen of my nephew, P. F. Hooper, sent to 

 his father in England and copied by me. Although some- 

 what personal in its character, I think it may perhaps be 

 interesting to the numerous piscatorial and other readers 

 :) f your valuable paper. I enjoyed the pleasure of ac- 

 ,: 'Mnpanying him on the trip. E.J. Hooper. 



* left San Francisco on the 30th of October last by the 

 n ©w bay steamer James M. Donahue, accompanied by my 

 uncle. The day was exceedingly brilliant, with a gentle 

 "feeze from the southeast. The above steamer is by far the 

 "Qest in the Bay of San Francisco, and the fastest and most 

 commodious in. these waters. We arrived at Donahue 

 Landing at about, 4 o'clock P. M., and then took train along 

 noma "V alley to Cloverdale, The valley is very pig- 



native of the Emerald Isle, from Bantry Bay; a rough 

 English miner, whose H'g were conspicuous by their ab- 

 sence when most requiied, and singularly abundant pre- 

 fixed to words requiring them not. There were, besides, a 

 dozen local celebrities of anything but intelligent appear- 

 ance. Thus we sat cracking our jokes, telling annecdotes, 

 and smoking our pipes and cigars till bed time. We rose 

 next morning at 6, and, after a fair breakfast, started by 

 stage at 7, en route for the timber regions. The morning 

 was dark and cloudy. At about 8 (one hour after starting), 

 the clouds gathered thickly overhead and rain commenced, 

 increased, and hardly abated before dark; one steady down- 

 pour from 8 A. M. till 6 P. M. The country through 

 which we passed, when seen to advantage, must be some 

 of the finest in California. On leaving Cloverdale the road 

 begins a very steep ascent, and as the road winds round 

 and round the hillsides we could often catch a glimpse of 

 the village, most charmingly surrounded by a framework 

 of magnificently-wooded hills of every form and size, sur- 

 mounted by an almost endless variety of foliage, partly of 

 evergreen, partly of trees loaded with, their brown, and 



refreshed with grub, Soon we reached the regions of the 

 great redwoods. The whole journey is one continuous 

 series of vast wooded heights, the road passing through 

 most lovely valleys, rich with the great variety of under- 

 growth, wide-spreading oaks, raadronio, laurel, bay, buck- 

 eye, arbor vitas, and many others. Through the thicker 

 redwoods the road becomes exceedingly rough ; indeed a 

 rougher piece of road I never traveled over. I thought if 

 the stage should turn a somersault occasionally it would 

 vary the monotony of the thing, or perhaps leave the so- 

 called road and make a short cut along the bed of some 

 stream. Owing to the soaking rain there were singularly- 

 intense effects of coloring in the woods, the stems of many 

 of the trees being covered by a moss of intensely vivid 

 color and prolific growth. As we approached our destina- 

 tion for the night, the bumping and rolling became inces- 

 sant, and to any body suffering from dyspepsia I w T ould 

 strongly recommend the journey. 



Darkness had closed upon us by the time we arrived at 

 the "North Fork Hotel," a queer rough roadside inn. The 

 bar room, or general public parlor, was filled with a crowd, 



