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out in anticipation of the coming of
years, even today there are Chinese the waters and town lots and colony miners who are working the gravel of tracts have already been sold. Escalon, the river banks with the old fashioned the most promising of these, is twenty pan and rocker and making forty to miles from Stockton near the Stanislaus seventy cents a day. Millions of gold River, in a country noted for its adapta- have been taken from the cañon and yet bility for olives and almonds, oranges the river bed has never been worked. and all semi-tropical fruits.
No wonder the people whose deeds give The task of the Canal well done will them lands to the center of the river need a vast volume of water and will channel are excited over the prospect. yield an income that should content the But even now the Canal is, or will be most vaulting ambition. But what is inside of two months, delivering four the amount of water available ? Prac hundred cubic feet of water a second, or tically the whole flow of the Stanislaus. three hundred millions gallons a day, A greater dam than is planned might be enough, as Mr. Woods says, to supply needed for this, but the people of knight's two cities of the size of New York. Mr. Ferry are confidently expecting the time Woods is one of the public spirited atnext year the new dam is done and
torneys of the Company, Woods & when when the stream will be turned
Levinsky, who have rendered efficient into the Canal enough to allow them to service to it as to a great public beneget at the river bed and wash out the faction, in the same spirit that has led gold that has been settling there all these them to donate their services to the years. Mining operation have been go- Valley Railroad.
Valley Railroad. He grows pleasantly ing on on the river tands for forty-five enthusiastic over the thought of what
the Canal will do for San Joaquin I talked with some of the large landCounty. " That land has been lying owners in the region and find they have baking under the sun all these years, and quite sensible ideas about the matter of now it needs a little reviving to blossom encouraging settlement. One of them
told me he meant to sell off alternate or scattered small tracts of his holding at bed-rock rates, to the right sort of men, and when those men had demonstrated by their work on the land what it is capable of with water, he would reap his reward by being able to command his own price for the remainder.
As I rode down through this country on my way back from seeing the Company's works, I could not help trying to imagine
out. It's an Eden near at hand, - right in sight."
But it may be questioned how the ranchers of this region, if already in straits financially, are to acquire water rights and get the benefit of the Canal. This is all arranged by the scheme of the Company. The rancher "signs" for water, that is, agrees to pay ten dollars per acre tor the permanent water right, and $1.50 per acre per year for the use of water. He is given twenty years to pay the ten dollars in, - surely not an onerous load.
there were no trees at all, there would do not neglect to add that these two be orchards and alfalfa fields, vineyards alone would not have answered, had it and orange groves, trees and flowers and not been for the enterprising faith of grass everywhere, and happy homes Messrs. Cowell and Harrold, and the springing up all over those broad plains. others who furnished what was quite “ Brains and water make land valuable as needful as either brains or water, in California, ” says Mr. Woods, and the money which makes canals as well that is quite true, if in this case we as mares go.
Charles S. Greene.
AN EVERY DAY MARTYR.
AY to the East the Sierra range from the orchard, where in his frantic
stood misty and purple, its efforts to get loose, he over-turned a snow-rimmed crest blending frame of sun-dried fruit. The warm sun with the clouds. Fields of beat in the window, through the cotton yellow stubble covered the curtain that, blown to one side, hung limp
open stretch of plain between against the outer wall, its whiteness the foothills and timber belt, finding a marred by a streak of dirt gathered in background in the rich dark green of the the trail across the window-sill, and on live oak groves that outline the course to the clean scrubbed floor, lighting up of river and creek that feed Tulare the corners of the square north room. Lake.
Above the broad open fireplace, the Harvest was over. For weeks six varnished mantel, stained with traces of and eight horse teams, heavy with sacks tobacco juice, held a miscellaneous collecof grain, had cut deep ruts in the sandy tion, the outcome of certain needs, a soil and left in their wake a trail of dust, cracked blue vase filled with the next which, caught by sudden gusts of wind, year's vegetable seeds, a cigar box, the was sent in eddies down a road that receptacle for tacks and pieces of twine, formed the section-line between two a basket of worn socks, and a half-smoked ranches. All through the long hot sum- pipe. The tall loud-ticking clock pointed mer months, the dust rolled in dense to four. The angular features of the clouds off to the neighboring fields, to room suggested no sweet human interhang for hours like a veil over the land- course when the day was ended and the scape, depositing a film of yellow on hearth aglow. trees and grass, and dimming a once In one corner was a bed. Its pillows glaring whitewashed house, almost in their coarse cotton slips, rose primly hidden by spreading fig trees.
above the log cabin quilt, and full high Shanty would be a more correct term feather tick, whose bright-hued line of for the small square box-like structure colors was broken by the woman lying of rough redwood boards, the pine shake across it. roof stained and warped by the passing For hours she had lain there, deaf to seasons. The ground before the partly the cries of the hungry chickens, the open door, bare and hard from constant bellow of the frantic calf. Her face was sweeping, bore evidence of a thrifty buried in the pillow, like a tired child's. hand, but all day the fitful October The brown hair, streake with early winds had banked the half-dried fig threads of age, so thin arqund the blueleaves against the door-sill, giving an air veined temples, the holloy cheeks, the of neglect, intensified by the shrill cries sharp lines, like pencil-tracings, across of a motherless brood of chickens stand- the brow, all expressed cafe and bodily ing with anxious eyes and outstretched fatigue. One arm lay under her, but callow necks before the door.
the other hand, brown and callous from A newly weaned calf lowed piteously toil, still held in the fast Sackening fin