The Smiling Hill-Top And Other California Sketches   By: Julia M. Sloane

The Smiling Hill Top and Other California Sketches

by

JULIA M. SLOANE

Illustrated by CARLETON M. WINSLOW

[Illustration]

NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1921

Copyright, 1919, by Charles Scribner's Sons

Published October, 1919

TO

MY THREE COMPANIONS OF THE ROAD ONE LARGE AND TWO SMALL THIS LITTLE BOOK IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED

CONTENTS

PAGE Introduction 1 The Smiling Hill Top 5 A California Poppy 19 Gardeners 35 Thorns 55 The Gypsy Trail 77 An Adventure in Solitude 94 A Sabine Farm 116 The Land of "Whynot" 132 Where the Trade Wind Blows 155 Sunkist 176

THE SMILING HILL TOP AND OTHER CALIFORNIA SKETCHES

INTRODUCTION

The following sketches are entirely informal. They do not cover the subject of Southern California in any way. In fact, they contain no information whatever, either about the missions or history a little, perhaps, about the climate and the fruits and flowers of the earth, but that has crept in more or less unavoidably. They are the record of what happened to happen to a fairly light hearted family who left New England in search of rest and health. There are six of us, two grown ups, two boys, and two dogs. We came for a year and, like many another family, have taken root for all our days or so it seems now.

The reactions of more or less temperamental people, suddenly transplanted from a rigorous climate to sunshine and the beauty and abundance of life in Southern California, perhaps give a too highly colored picture, so please make allowance for the bounce of the ball. I mean to be quite fair. It doesn't rain from May to October, but when it does, it can rain in a way to make Noah feel entirely at home. Unfortunately, that is when so many of our visitors come in February! They catch bad colds, the roses aren't in bloom, and altogether they feel that they have been basely deceived.

We rarely have thunder storms, or at least anything you could dignify by that name, but we do have horrid little shaky earthquakes. We don't have mosquitoes in hordes, such as the Jersey coast provides, but we do sometimes come home and hear what sounds like a cosy tea kettle in the courtyard, whereupon the defender of the family reaches for his gun and there is one rattlesnake less to dread.

On our hill top there are quantities of wild creatures quail, rabbits, doves, and ground squirrels and, unfortunately, a number of social outcasts. Never shall I forget an epic incident in our history the head of the family in pajamas at dawn, in mortal combat with a small black and white creature, chasing it through the cloisters with the garden hose. Oh, yes, there is plenty of adventure still left, even though we don't have to cross the prairies in a wagon.

People who know California and love it, I hope may enjoy comparing notes with me. People who have never been here and who vaguely think of it as a happy hunting ground for lame ducks and black sheep, I should like to tempt across the Rockies that they might see how much more it is than that. It may be a lotus land to some, to many it truly seems the promised land.

"Shall we be stepping westward?"

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THE SMILING HILL TOP