anaheim-gazette 1883-12-29

THE NEW-YEAR'S LOG-ROLLING. When it became known in Verdant Valley that a Yankee had settled on the vacant quarter over by the Lagoon, Uncle Billy Barker expressed the sentiment of the community in his terse disclaimer that, so far as he was concerned, he "didn't have use for no Yankees. You put a Yankee into any range, and that'll be bad blood right away. They hain't content to leave things be as they found 'em, but want to cram their free school, ab'lishen notions down everybody's gullet." During the six years that Verdant Valley had been settled there had never been a dissenting vote cast at the polls. It was the boast of the district that this constituency was solid for Bigler, and that this was the banner township of California. But now the laurels were about to be wrested from them: However, there the intruder was, with his wife and daughter, and there he evidently intended to stay. A comfortable house and a substantial barn bore witness to that. After all, Yankees are not so black as they are painted, and this particular offender had a sturdy way of minding his own business which, with his uniform affability of greeting soon began to tell in his favor, so that, notwithstanding his denunciation, Uncle Billy was the first to visit the stranger and proffer his good services. For whatever of prejudice and narrowness might mark their minds, the class to which he belonged had none of those qualities in their hearts. Now this diplomatic call of the elder Barker had two important results. In the first place, Winthrop (the stranger) wanted to employ some one to help him clear away the timber, and a bargain was soon reached, by which the pioneer's son, Jim Barker, a fine stalwart fellow with a bit of schooling and a handsome face—just the stock, withal, by which the world is replenished—was engaged for this work. Jim was not the least averse to this arrangement, for—well, he had rea- Now this diplomatic call of the elder Barker had two important results. In the first place, Winthrop (the stranger) wanted to employ some one to help him clear away the timber, and a bargain was soon reached, by which the pioneer's son, Jim Barker, a fine stalwart fellow with a bit of schooling and a handsome face—just the stock, withal, by which the world is replenished—was engaged for this work. Jim was not the least averse to this arrangement, for—well, he had reasons of his own. The second result was that Uncle Billy, who had just enough learning to spell out words, one letter at a time, and who was desirous of subscribing to a paper which would keep him informed as to the stirring events then impending, asked the advice of the new comer, and was recommended to take the Tribune. He read the first three numbers painfully and consciously, but after that Greeley's philips were lost upon his remote subscriber, who regularly put the paper, unopened, into the fire with the grim remark: "Serves me right for bein' such a durn fool." Those who saw the land adjacent to the Lagoon before civilization had spoiled it will remember that it was heavily wooded. Great oak trees lifted their brawny arms and sought with a hundred leafy fingers to clutch the delicious, impalpable air. Firs were scattered here and there in stately pride. The madrono, aristocrat of the forest, showed its raffron bark and its olive leaves. The undergrowth was thick. The poison-ivy was gorgeous with a fatal beauty. The manzanita tossed its ripened berries to the gregarious quail. There was no small work ahead in subducing the forces of nature. The field must be cleared and ready for plowing by the first rains. Luckily the rains held off. There were a few inconsequential showers in November, and then for weeks the heavens were almost skyless, one could see so far into them. By Christmas the undergrowth was cleared away, and about half the trees felled. Jim, who seemed to have some plan of his own, suggested that these be left where they had fallen, to be trimmed and chopped afterward; so that as fast as one tree went down, another was attacked. But the progress was slow. Christmas-day Jim went home, and called his father into council. After hearing his report, the old man replied: "We got to give him a log-rollin'. The Lord has held the rains off about all He's goin' to. He hain't gain' to spool the crops for the sake of no Yankee. He's done enough already, and we got to do the rest. We'll have it on New-Year's. And, by the-way, Jim"—after a pause—"you take care that logs is the only things that gits 'emselves cut up over to the Yankee's." Jim's only answer was a blush. But, to be sure, that was enough. New-Year's morn, about half past five these were unheeded. The lupine bloomed in vain. The gaudy eschscholtzia flaunted its colors unheeded. The timid nemophila crept closer to the soil, and hid its maidenly beauties from profanation. But all were alike unsought. There was men's work to be done. Great trees lay stripped and deformed, like torsos of mighty giants. One-half the force were chopping at the trees yet standing. Every few moments some monarch would tremble, try to steady himself for a second, and then fall with a sounding crash to the earth. A score of foes were upon him at once. His hundred arms were lopped from his body. His lifeblood sank into the thirsty earth. The place that knew him in his prute knew him no more. As fast as the logs were ready, chains were passed around them, the oxen were harnessed to them, and they were drawn to designated spots and arranged in orderly piles. When Alice Winthrop came down to the field with a dozen girls about her own age, and looked out of her great brown eyes upon the strange scene, what splendid feats of strength were done! With what magnificent grace these men moved now who were so awkward in the house! and how Jim Barker hated young Winkle for shouldering an immense log with such apparent ease! Once in a while a couple of the youngsters got into a wrestling match. Then a rest was declared for five minutes to watch the torrow. During the morning there were several of those, and Jim Baker had a set to with young Winkle which was more than half in earnest. It had leaked out somehow that the former was very much interested in the new family, or in part of it at least, and Winkle had jokingly offered to "cust him out." Now Jim was in a miserable state of uncertainty when the mere suggestion of such a possibility made him woefully unhappy. Audit may be doubted whether Winkle ever got such a toss in his life as Jim gave him that day all in sport, though, of course. When night fell, the circuit preacher, Methodist South, declared that the field was ready for the Lord's vineyard. Nothing but a few stumps remained to impede the course of the ploughman. The underbrush was burning from a dozen fires. In a single day, in a hearty western fashion, work had been done which one person must have labored at for months. In the house the gossips had a session of rare comfort. When all came together at summer it was aAcute sense of prejudice and narrowness might mark their minds, the class to which he belonged had none of those qualities in their hearts. Now this diplomatic call of the elder Barker had two important results. In the first place, Winthrop (the stranger) wanted to employ some one to help him clear away the timber, and a bargain was soon reached, by which the pioneer's son, Jim Barker, a fine stalwart fellow with a bit of schooling and a handsome face—just the stock, withal, by which the world is replenished—was engaged for this work. Jim was not the least aversion to this arrangement, for—well, he had reasons of his own. The second result was that Uncle Billy, who had just enough learning to spell out words, one letter at a time, and who was desirous of subscribing to a paper which would keep him informed as to the stirring events then impending, asked the advice of the new comer, and was recommended to take the Tribune. He read the first three numbers painfully and consciously, but after that Greeley's philips were lost upon his remote subscriber, who regularly put the paper, unopened, into the fire with the grim remark: "Serves me right for bein' such a durn fool." Those who saw the land adjacent to the Lagoon before civilization had spoiled it will remember that it was heavily wooded. Great oak trees lifted their brawny arms and sought with a hundred leafy fingers to clutch the delicious, impalpable air. Firs were scattered here and there in stately pride. The madrono, aristocrat of the forest, showed its raffron bark and its olive leaves. The undergrowth was thick. The poison-ivy was gorgeous with a fatal beauty. The manzanita tossed its ripened berries to the gregarious quail. There was no small work ahead in subduing the forces of nature. The field must be cleared and ready for plowing by the first rains. Luckily the rains held off. There were a few inconsequential showers in November, and then for weeks the heavens were almost skyless, one could see so far into them. By Christmas the undergrowth was cleared away, and about half the trees felled. Jim, who seemed to have some plan of his own, suggested that these be left where they had fallen, to be trimmed and chopped afterward; so that as fast as one tree went down, another was attacked. But the progress was slow. Christmas-day Jim went home, and called his father into council. After hearing his report, the old man replied: "We got to give him a log-rollin'. The Lord has held the rains off about all He's goin' to. He hain't gain' to spool the crops for the sake of no Yankee. He's done enough already, and we got to do the rest. We'll have it on New-Year's. And, by the-way, Jim"—after a pause—"you take care that logs is the only things that gits 'emselves cut up over to the Yankee's." Jim's only answer was a blush. But, to be sure, that was enough. New-Year's morn., about half past five these were unheeded. The lupine bloomed in vain. The gaudy eschscholtzia flaunted its colors unheeded. The timid nemophila crept closer to the soil, and hid its maidenly beauties from profanation. But all were alike unsought. There was men's work to be done. Great trees lay stripped and deformed, like torsos of mighty giants. One-half the force were chopping at the trees yet standing. Every few moments some monarch would tremble, try to stealth him self for a second, and then fall with a sounding crash to the earth. A score of foes were upon him at once. His hundred arms were lopped from his body. His lifeblood sank into the thirsty earth. The place that knew him in his prute knew him no more. As fast as the logs were ready，chains were passed around them，the oxen were harnessed to them，and they were drawn to designated spots and arranged in orderly piles. When Alice Winthrop came down to the field with a dozen girls about her own age，and looked out of her great brown eyes upon the strange scene，what splendid feats of strength were done! With what magnificent grace these men moved now who were so awkward in the house! and how Jim Barker hated young Winkle for shouldering an immense log with such ap artent case! Once in a while a couple of the youngsters got into a wrestling match. Then a rest was declared for five minutes to watch the torrow. During the morning there were several of those，and Jim Baker had a set to with young Winkle which was more than half in earnest. It had leaked out somehow that the former was very much interested in the new family，or in part of it at least，and Winkle had jokingly offered to "cust him out." Now Jim was in a miserable state of uncertainty when the mere suggestion of such a possibility made him woefully unhappy. Audit may be doubted whether Winkle ever got such a toss in his life as Jim gave him that day all in sport，though，of course. When night fell，the circuit preacher，Methodist South，declared that the field was ready for the Lord's vineyard. Nothing but a few stumps remained to impede the course of the ploughman。The underbrush was burning from a dozen fires.In a single day，in a hearty western fashion，work had been done which one person must have labored at for months.InThe housethe gossipshada sessionofrarecomfort.Whenallcametogetheratsummeritwasonacountryofwinegracesoftheworldmorrowhadtwoimportantresults.InthefirstplaceWinthrop(thestranger)wantedtoemploysomeoneonebelthasthebrawnymarthestinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithoutanystructureoftheformal,andalthoughontractsinthecountysinceitallwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontractsintthe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontracts intothe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontracts intothe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontracts intothe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontracts intothe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontracts intothe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughontracts intothe countysinceit allwaswithout any structureofthe formal,andalthoughONTRACTUREOFGRAVES R.B.Blowers.of.View.with.a.newspaperinterestingstatistics.ofgrape culture.HesaslittleIhavemade250thacreofvines.worthtooxof.snipgingagetentonstotheacreofwinegraves After hearing his report, the old man replied: "We got to give him a log-rollin'. The Lord has held the rains off about all He's goin' to. He hain't goin' to spoil the crops for the sake of no Yankee. He's done enough already, and we got to do the rest. We'll have it on New-Year's. And by the-way, Jim"—after a pause—"you take care that logs is the only things that gits 'emselves cut up over to the Yankee's." Jim's only answer was a blush. But, to be sure, that was enough. New-Year's morn, about half-past five, there was a prodigious dog-fight at the preemptor's front door. Now the New Englander had but one dog, and it stands to reason that one dog isn't going to get up a fight all by himself: that is, unless he is uncommonly pugnacious, which this one was not. A glance through the window revealed not only three dogs, but two wagons, the horses already half unhitched from the traces. The occupants had alighted upon the ground. Up the road several teams of oxen were advancing. The house was evidently being put into a state of siege. And in a moment the voice of the senior Barker called out: "You're goin' to have some company." By the time the family were dressed and a hasty breakfast snatched, the army of attack had taken possession of everything. Every moment brought new arrivals. There was a kaleidoscope of men, women, children, horses, dogs and oxen. The great festivals of Western life are camp-meetings, barbecues and log-rollings. Those who believe that the American blood is running out should strike an average on the chickens present at one of these occasions. Polly Winkle assumed command of the women and children, by no other right that I know of than that she most nearly realized Napoleon's definition of the greatest of her sex. It was soon evident that the house was too small to accommodate so many, and the Winkle contingent were led to the commodious loft in the barn. Here from each wagon was brought such an array of dainties and sweetmeats as would have doubled up a less hardy race for the rest of the year. A table was improvised, the stove was removed to the loft, and by noon a smoking dinner was on the board. Meantime more than fifty men were at work in the field. The November rain had carpeted the ground with wild flowers, but now Jim was in a miserable state of uncertainty when the mere suggestion of such a possibility made him wotily unhappy. Audit may be doubted whether Winkle ever got such a toss in his life as Jim gave him that day all in sport, though, of course. When night fell, the circuit preacher, Methodist South, declared that the field was ready for the Lord's vineyard. Nothing but a few stumps remained to impede the course of the ploughman. The underbrush was burning from a dozen fires. In a single day, in a hearty western fashion, work had been done which one person must have labored at for months. In the house the gossips had a session of rare comfort. When all came together at supper it was a season of great merriment. But after a while the young people began to get restless. There was a good deal of whispering, and some half-suppressed secret seemed on the wing. When the preacher rose to go there was a general expression of regret. The whole assemblage escorted him and his family to their wagon. But he had not driven three hundred yards before there was an unmistakable sound of dance-music in the air. The good man wavered a moment, and then drove straight home and never heard it. The wind had changed to the south early in the day, and the rain now began to fall. But in the loft Sandy Ballou was mounted on a nail keg, and was tiddling as if his life depended on his zeal. What pigeon-wings were cut! What pressure of hands was exchanged when Sandy authorized "alamande left!" What maddening whirls when he called, "Swing partners!" The rain came down in torrents. It seemed as if the reservoirs of the heavens had given way. About twelve o'clock a wagon-load who had started for home came back and reported portions of the road caved in by the creek. The darkness was almost palpable. It was unsafe to venture out. There was nothing to be done but to make a night of it. Sandy Ballou started in afresh to tiddle till daylight. A new relay of candles was lighted. Some of the older folks went to the house, and took turns at getting a little sleep. But the younger beels knew no rest. Antique country-dances that had not been seen for generations were resuscitated. Sandy was king, and his brain seemed a store house of forgotten figures. During the afternoon Jim Barker had picked a bunch of delicate nemophilas and handed them to Alice Winthrop, saying, "My fate goes with these flowers." The senior Barker had observed this action, and was not slow in drawing his conclusions when, later in the evening, the fair Puritan appeared with the dainty offering on her bosom, and Jim had an awkward expression of uncontainable happiness. A little after four o'clock horses were harnessed, and as Jim helped his father into the wagon the latter said, interrogatively: "Well?" But Jim kept his eyes resolutely toward the east, and answered, "The dawn is just breaking." Whereupon Uncle Billy whipped up his horse, and responded, quizzically, "Yes, Jim, I suppose it is."—Harper's Magazine. R.B.Blowers, of View with a newspaper interesting statistics on grape culture. He says I have made 250 bore acres of vines, worth $1000 per acre. Of shipping grape ten tons to the acre acres of wine grapes per ton; wine grapes for shipping; I use yields as high as 14 to yield; the ground is but only $5 per acre. I plant a vineyard at $40 per acre; including vation, irrigation and yard; if handled with come into profitable business I have a small patch three years old. I go year, ten tons for the tons for the fifth year; the sixth year. I do growing will be over years. Whenever grable for raisins, we pork, and then raisins again. Grapes will be any other known food; food will increase from per day. The greaterern grape growers do In Sonoma and Napa Vacaville belt they do that part of the State fall is small, say in Friarterior valleys, they haunt I think I can see on the better class of per acre. For the prairie have averaged over $1 million who has five as high as $1,000 cleracs, and hired all state approximately twenty about 100,000 acres of time planted in California acres in bearing—near The greatest success ledge, must be credited well cared for, as again think this is the university yardists generally find any soil in the winter after year without fertility. "I can't carry this her husband." "I can applied," "for I have to do children." "But you our sidereation for me," "the must think I am a woman dear; I don't think your wagon holds its tongue..." CHAS. COLEMAN JR. SEMI TROPIC CALIFORNIA. THE ANAHEIM SCHOOLS. The Public School building, of which a view is given on this page, is the most handsome structure of the kind in Southern California, and although of late years many districts in the county have followed the example set by Anaheim and built slightly schoolhouses, there are none superior to one of which all Anaheim is proud. It was built in 1878. In size it is 62x72 feet; from the ground to the main corner the height is 40 feet, and from the ground to the cresting of the tower it is 75 feet. The clock tower rises to a height of 33 feet above the apex of the main roof. The bell in the tower was bought by the pupils of the school a few years ago and was presented to the district. The building is very completely furnished with desks of the most approved pattern, and there is a well selected school library containing 600 books. Four teachers are employed, and the school term is never less than ten months in the year. For the four months ending December 21st, 1883, the record of the school is as follows: Days taught... 79 Total attendance... 9672 Total days absence... 609 Total times tarry... 541 Total No. boys enrolled... 104 Total No. girls enrolled... 103 Total No. enrolled... 229 Average No. belonging... 119 Average daily attendance... 107 Percentage of attendance upon total number belonging... 94 There are several very successful private schools in Anaheim, and there are more than half a dozen teachers of music. In fact, the educational facilities are first class, and could not possibly be improved upon. We are indebted to George Rice, publisher of the Rural California, for the view of the school house presented herewith. Projits of Grape Culture. R. B. Blowers, of Woodland, in an interview with a newspaper reporter, gives some interesting statistics concerning the profits of grape culture. He says: I have made 250 boxes of raisins from one acre of vines, worth from $2 to $2.50 per box. Of shipping grapes the yield will average ten tons to the acre, and tour tons per acre of wine grapes. Table grapes bring $40 LAND IN CALIFORNIA. From "California, the Corresponds of the World." Going to California is not like going into a State entirely unsettled. There is no wilderness in California in the sense that people who forty and fifty years ago, under stood that term as applied to the States of the then far West—for instance, Ohio, Michigan, Indiana and Kentucky. There are no experiences to be had in California like those that Daniel Boone had in the oakwoods of Kentucky, or that Abraham Lincoln and others had in the van of civilization in the settlement of the Western States generally. The railroads in California have rather proceeded than followed the settlement and occupation of the country. People have never occupied the log cabin as General Harrison did, or gone to mill on a trade as Henry Clay did, in California. Civilization has kept up even with the settlement of the State in lee, the pioneers of the State carried civilization, in the highest type then known, right along with them. There are always those who prefer to get cheap lands, even if they have the means to secure improved and more costly lands; and there are always those who, for the want of means, are compelled to select cheap lands. These classes will look for the Government and still unload Railroad lands, and will make their money by the rise of their lands and in the growing up of improvements about them. And I would here remark that the growing up of improvements and the country does not mean in California what it did when the States above named were settled—a lifetime, and perhaps two lives. It means three or four or five or six years. But there are thousands of people going to California who have means, and who want to and propose to make their homes in localities where the country is already settled up and where all the comforts and advantages of civilization can be enjoyed from the start. These people propose to buy improved farms or lands that, with some outlay of money, can be converted into improved farms in a year or so, or as soon as houses and barns can be built and other home comforts and conveniences can be gathered about them. To these people let it be said, there is no RIPE FRUIT TRADE WITH THE EAST. The present is not a very good year to judge of the Ripe Fruit trade of California. The not weather last February and again last June was very injurious. As a result it has been an off year with fruit raisers. The quantity has been restricted, and the quality has been in many cases below the standard. Yet, owing to great superiority, the deterioration has not left us without a fair supply in fair condition. We have been sending forward consignments of ripe fruit every month this year, something we have not always done, and something which very few States can ever do. The principal consignments have been shipped from San Francisco, Sacramento and Los Angeles. The opening of the Southern Pacific Railroad through to New York two years ago has made Los Angeles a prominent shipping point for fruit. The quantities sent forward from these points by the northern and southern routes for the first eight months of the year are as follows: San Francisco... 21,700 January, lbs... 107,780 February... 176,020 March... 5,250 April... 2,040 May... 1,800 June... 2,281,000 July... 2,262,040 August... 22,400 Totals, lbs 2,322,470 6,283,100 4,805,720 In addition there were shipments from other points as follows: In January, 310 lbs from Stockton; in June and July, 293-600 lbs from Marysville, and in August, $290,880 lbs from San Jose and 20,000 from Oakland. Adding these quantities to those given in the above tables we have a total of 14,544,780 lbs. of ripe fruit shipped from California to points outside of the State over the Central and Southern Pacific roads from January 1 to August 31, 1883. This quantity is not only in excess of the corresponding period of many previous years, but is actually in excess of any entire year prior to the present, as will be seen by following comparison with full years since January 1, 1871: 874 lbs ... 2,300,100 1878 lbs ... 4,812,600 1727 ... 2,144,590 1879 ... 7,137,399 1737 ... 2,801,630 1880 ... 2,121,900 1744 ... 5,032,900 1881 ... 11,942,900 1755 ... 2,882,900 1882 ... 11,406,760 1766 ... 6,785,900 1883-8 mos ... 14,554,800 1777 ... 5,380,400 The record for the first eight months this year is certainly not a bad showing for an off year. A very considerable proportion of the increase has come from Los Angeles, and is probably the result of augment shipment. Projits of Grape Culture. R. B. Blowers, in an interview with a newspaper reporter, gives some interesting statistics concerning the profits or grape culture. He says: I have made 250 boxes of raisins from one acre of vines, worth from $2 to $2.50 per box. Of shipping grapes the yield will average ten tons to the acre, and tour tons per acre of wine grapes. Table grapes bring $40 per ton; wine grapes from $20 to $30 per cent. For shipping, I use the Emperor, when yields as high as 14 tons per acre. Preparing the ground is but a trilling cost—probably $5 per acre. I estimate the first cost of planting a vineyard all the way from $20 to $40 per acre, including the first year's cultivation, irrigation and rooted vines. A vineyard, if handled with judgment, ought to come into profitable bearing in three years. I have a small patch of seedless Suitanas three years old. I got five tons for the third year, ten tons for the fourth year, twelve tons for the fifth year and seventeen tons for the sixth year. I do not believe that grape-growing will be overdone for a great many years. Whenever grapes become unprofitable for raisins, we can feed them to our pork, and then raisins will soon be in demand again. Grapes will fatten pork faster than any other known food. Hogs fed upon this food will increase from two to three pounds per day. The greater portion of our northern grape growers do not use irrigation at all. In Sonoma and Napa valleys, and in the Vacaville belt they do not irrigate. But in that part of the State where the annual rainfall is small, say in Fresno and the great interior valleys, they have to resort to irrigation. I think I can safely say that the profit on the better class of raisins is at least $100 per acre. For the past six years the profits have averaged over $100 per acre. I have a neighbor who has five acres. He has made as high as $1,000 clear profit from the five acres, and hired all his work done. I can state approximately that I believe there are about 100,000 acres of grapes at the present time planted in California, but not that many acres in bearing—nearly half is in new vines. The greatest success, so far as I have knowledge, must be credited to small vineyards, well cared for, as against large vineyards. I think this is the universal judgment of vineyardists generally. We can not expect to find any soil in the world to yield well year after year without fertilizing. "I can't carry this bundle," said a wife to her husband. "I can't," the husband replied, "for I have to carry the two children." "But you ought to have some consideration for me," the wife continued. "You must think I am a wagon." "Oh, no, my dear; I don't think you are a wagon." A wagon holds its tongue, but you never do." But there are thousands of people going to California who have means, and who want to and propose to make their homes in localities where the country is already settled up and where all the comforts and advantages of civilization can be enjoyed from the start. These people propose to buy improved farms or lands that, with some outlay of money, can be converted into improved farms in a year or so, or as soon as houses and barns can be built and other home comforts and conveniencies can be gathered about them. To these people let it be said, there is no want of just such opportunities as they are looking for, in almost every county in the State. The time seems to have come now, however, when very many of these large holdings, from one cause or another, are to be broken up or sold as a whole; and now is the opportunity for the man who wants a small or a large farm for actual cultivation, or for the man who wants to buy land to let it lie still, and speculate on, to come to the front and make a good purchase. In almost every county in the State are good opportunities for associations of friends who wish to locate near each other, or business men who have surplus capital they wish to invest, to unite in the purchase of tracts of from two to twenty or thirty thousand acres of land in a body, the former to settle as a colony and the latter to lease or farm in wheat, vineyards or orchards. Let those people who would prefer a country in which the inclementy of the weather confines them to the houses eight months in a year, and who are willing to work four months like slaves to get enough to keep them in idleness the balance of the year—let these people stay away. Let those people who like to have their summer's work on the farm interrupted every few days, and from day to day by storms, and rains, and drizzling wet weather; or that like to have, just for a change, their crops torn to pieces, their stock killed; their fences blown down and their houses and barns leveled to the ground and scattered to the winds; and finally who like to have their lives and the lives of their children constantly menaced by cyclones and tornadoes in spring and summer, or who like to encounter the blizzards in winter—let all these people stay away from California—for somebody must occupy these rough, raw and repulsive climates; somebody must work and suffer, and deprive themselves of the comforts and luxuries of life; and let those who like this way of living, let them go the countries where their tastes can be gratified and their ambitions satisfied. "The record for the first eight months this year is certainly not a bad showing for an off year. A very considerable proportion of the increase has come from Los Angeles, and is probably the result of augmented shipments of the citrus fruits for which that locality is noted. The sources of the Ripe Fruit shipments overland from California for the past three years compare as follows: Los Angeles was first reported as a place of shipment in 1881. Its growth as a source of fruit freight has been remarkable. The section about San Jose seems to have suffered most from the phenomenal weather this year. There are yet four months to be added this year to make the comparison perfect with the preceding two years. The opening of the new northern route by the Northern Pacific Railroad Company will add a considerable population of fruit consumers. As the section opened is not noted for early or prolific fruit crops, it may be relatively a better source of demand for California Ripe Fruits than any we have yet discovered. It is certain that the field to be covered is bound to enlarge with every passing year. Competition in railway freights will help out materially. There is little risk that too much fruit will ever be produced in California. "All-wool" blankets, according to the Pittaburg Commercial Gazette, are often mainly composed of hair that once pranced over the prairies on the scarred flanks of a long-horned Texas steer. The hair having been taken from the hides and thoroughly cleansed, is then mixed with enough wool of a low grade to enable the manufacturer to card it and work it into blankets and rough cloth. The test, it is said, is very simple; when short hairs can be pulled out of an "all-wool" blanket, probably three-fourths of it is cow's wool. Texas has 200 counties besides a territory wise as large as Georgia as yet undivided. "THE STEARNS RANCHOS." ALFRED ROBINSON. TRUSTEE 120 Sutter St., San Francisco. Land for Sale in Lots to suit. SUITABLE FOR THE CULTURE OF Oranges, Lemons, Limes, Fiqs, Almonds, Walnuts, Apples, Peaches, Pears, Alfalfa, Corn, Rye, Barley, Flax, Ramie, Cotton, Etc. ALSO, MANY THOUSAND ACRES OF Natural Evergreen Pastures, suitable for Dairying. GOOD WATER is abundant at an average depth of six feet from the surface. On almost every acre of this land Flowing Artesian Wells can be obtained, and the more elevated portions can be Irrigated by the water of the Santa Ana River. Most of these lands are naturally Moist, requiring only good cultivation to produce crops. TERMS: One-fourth cash; balance in one, two or three years, with ten per cent. interest. I take pleasure in showing these lands to parties seeking land, who are invited to come and see this extensive tract before purchasing elsewhere. HANNA & KEITH, REAL ESTATE AGENTS. Live Stock Dought and Sold on Commission. ANAHEIM. HANNA & KEITH, REAL ESTATE AGENTS. Live Stock Dought and Sold on Commission. ANAHEIM. Great Clearance Sale OF FURNITURE AND CARPETS, AT BARKER & ALLEN'S, We offer our immense stock at GREATLY REDUCED PRICES, in order to make room for our Fail importations. Call and get prices and see that we mean business. Nos. 322, 324 & 326 North Main Street, (Next to Pico House) LOS ANGELES, CAL. JACKSON'S CALIFORNIA WINDMILL Pumping Outfits A SPECIALTY. Best and Cheapest. 10 foot..... $75 12 "..... $85 14 "..... $100 PUMPS, PIPE and PIPE FIXTURES At LOS ANGELES RATES. For neatness of design, for strength, durability, great lifting power, a perfect self-regulating Windmill safe in the fierce storm, an adjustable stroke (4 different lengths), and by far the cheapest first-class mill sold on this coast. JACKSON'S CALIFORNIA WINDMILL is far ahead of all competitors. I am now furnishing these Mills with Tanks, Pumps, Pipe, Faucets, etc., and setting them up in complete running order at LOWER PRICES THAN EVER GIVEN IN THIS COUNTY. Do not purchase a pumping outfit without first examining my work and price. S. B. SMITH, Contractor and Builder. LARGEST STOCK. LOWEST PRICES. DON'T FAIL TO VISIT Phil. Hirschfeld's Tanks, Pumps, Pipe, Faucets, etc., and setting them up in complete running order at LOWER PRICES THAN EVER GIVEN IN THIS COUNTY. Do not purchase a pumping outfit without first examining my work and price. B. B. SMITH, Anaheim, Cal. LARGEST STOCK. LOWEST PRICES. DON'T FAIL TO VISIT Phil. Hirschfeld's BOOK STORE, 215 North Main St., Downey Block, Los Angeles. We have this season an assortment of Novelties in the Book, Fancy Goods Line, TOYS AND DOLLS, XMAS CARDS, ETC. ETC. ETC. Never before exhibited in Los Angeles. DOLLS. This space reserved for Wheeler & Wilson Manufacturing Company. E. C. GLIDDEN, Agent, 33 North Main Street (Ponet Block). LOS ANGELES, CAL. GET YOUR JOB PRINTING At the GAZETTE Office