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THE' MOKNrSTG TIMES, SUNDAY, 3fc&RCH 14, 1897 JUUION IN THE WILD WOODS The Story of a South ern Swamp By JOEL CHANDLER UAHItlS (Copyright, 1897, by Joel Chandler Harris.) . VI. THE HUNT ENDS. It will be seen Unit Air. Jim Stannous, u his crude way, was a veiy shrewd rcasoner. He didn't guess;" lie "reckon ed;" audit cannot be denied that lie came very near the truth, You will remember that when we children play hide-the-bwitch the one that hides it guides those who are hunting for it by making certain lcmarks. When they are near where the switch is hid, the hider says: "I'ou burn; you are alire," but when they get fuither away from the hiding place the word is: "You are cold; you are freezing." In hunting lor Aaron, Mr. Jim. Simmons was burning, for he had come very cloe to solving trie piob lein that the fugitive had set for him. Mr. Simmons was so sjre he was rightiu his reasoning that he cheered hib dogs on lustily and touched up his hone. George GossettUd the same, and dogs, horses and men went careering along the plantation road to the river landing. The sun wa now above the tree tops, and the chill aii of the morning was beginning to surrender to its influence. The course or the liver was marked o jc in midair by a thin line or blue mist that hung wavering above the stream. The dogs ran crying to the landing, ami there they (-topped. One of the younger bounds was for wading across; but Sound, the leader, knew better than that- He Jan down the river bank a hundred yards, ami then cicrled back across the "field until be reached a point some distance above the landing Then lie returned, his keen nose always to the ground. At the landing he waited until Mr. Simmons came up, and then he looked across the river and whined eagerly. Mr. Simmons seemed to be very lucky that morning, for just as he and George Gossett galloped to the landing a boatload of field hands started across from the other Side, old Uncle Andy conn ng with it to rowit back. On the other side, too. Mr. Simmons saw alad standing a trim figure dressed in black and near her a negro boy was holding a horse that she had evidently ridden to the landing This was the lady to whom l'ncle Andy sometimes referred as Sdlly "Ward, and for whom he liad a sincere affection. The river was not wide at the landing, and the boatload of field Lands, propelled by four muscular arms, was net long in crossing. As the negroes jumped i.shore Sound went among them and ex amined each one with ids nose, but he re turned tothe landingand lookedaerossand whined. They saluted Mr. Simmons and George Gossett politely, and then went on their way. whistling, singing, and cracking jokes and laughing loudly. "Was a bateau missing from this side this morning?" Mr. Simmons asked Uncle Andy. "Suh?"' Uncle Andy put his hand to lus ear, affecting to be very anxious to hear what Mr. Simmons had said. The question was repeated; whereat l'niit' Andy laughed loudly. "You sho Is a witch fer guessin, sub' How come you know 'bout deinissin' boat''"' Mr. Simmons smiled under this flat terv "1 thought maylK? a boat would be missing from this side this morning," he saiL "Uey sho wuz, suh; butl dunner how de name er goodness you come ter know 'bout It, kaze 1 wuz on de bank cross dar To 'twuz light, en 1 ain't see you on dis side. Yes, suh! He loat wuz gone. Hey foun' it "bout a mile down de river, en on account er de shoals down dar, dey had ter take it out'n de water en fetch it back yer in de waggin. Yes. suh! dish yer de vc'y boat.'' "AVhcre's the ford?' Mr. Simmons In quired. "1 used to know, but I've for gotten." "Right below yer, i-iib." replied Uncle Andy. "You'll see de jwiff whar de stock cross at. H'ar down stream, suh, twt-1 you haff way cross, den b'ar up. Ef you do dat you won't git yo stirrup wet' The ford was easily found, but the crossing was not at all comfortable. In fact. Uncle Andy had maliciously given Mr. Simmons the wrong directions. The two men lode Into the water, bore down the stream, and their horses were soon floundering In deep water. They soon touched iKittom again, and in a few mo ments they were safe on the opposite nauk safe, but dripping wet, and in no very pood humor. Mr. Simmons' dogs, obedient to his call, followed his horseinto the water, md swam acioss. Sound lftinbered out, shook himself, and nm.hack to the landing where the lady was waiting for the lxiat to return. It tad been Mr. Simmons' intention to pro ceed at once dow-n the river to tlie point vherc the boat had been found, and where le was sure the dogs would pick up the icent of the runaway; but he found that She way was impossible for horses. He must needs go to the landing and inquire Ihe way. Uncle Andy had just made the middle rcat in the bateau more comfortable for his mistrcsb by placing his coat, neatly folded, on the hard plank, and Mrs. "Ward was preparing to accept the old negro's Invitation to "git abroad, mistiss," when Mr. Simmons and George Go.-sctt rode up. Both raicd their hats as the lady glanced toward them. They were hardly in con dition to present themselves, Mr. Simmons explained, and then he inquired, with as much politeness as he could command, how to reach the place where the missing t-oat had been found. "The mining boit! "Why. I never heard or it till now. "Was one or the bateaux missing this morning?'' "Ycsum. "When de fishin' good en de r.iggers put out der sethooks, day ain't many mornin's In de week dat one er de y.Hhcr er dcze boats ain't miosin'." "I never heard or it lierore." "No. mistiss. De boys "low you wouldn't leer nohow. Dey runs dem over de shoals en dar dey leaves urn." "Hut both bateaux are hero." "Yessum. Wo fetches um back 'roun' ly de road in de waggin." -Who carried the bateau over the shoals thl morning?"' "Me, iiid'm. Nobody ain't know nuttin' 't all 'bout It but de two Elliks, en when dat ar gemmun dar ax me des now ir de want 11 boat missin' fum 'roun' yer dis mirnin'.hit sorter flung me back on myse'f. I "low Yes, sub,' bur he sho flung me liack on myse'f " Uncle Andy began to chuckle so heartily that his mistress asked htm what he was laughing at, though she well knew. "I hit myse'f on de funny bone, Mistiss, cnwhfw dat's decase I bleedgVter laugh." A-nSsis the lady laughed, and it was a genial, merry, and musical laugh. Mr. Simmons smiled, but so grimly that it had the appearance or a threat. "And so this is Mr. Simmons, the ramous negro hunter?" said Mrs. Ward. "Well. Mr Simmons. I'm glad to sec you. I've long had something to say to you. When ever you are sent for to catch one of my negroes I want you to come straight to the house on the hill yonder and set your dogs on me. When one of my negroes goes to the woods, you may know it's ray fault." "Trufe, too," remarked Uncle Andy, under his breath, but loud enough for all to hear. "That may beso.ma'am," replied Mr.SIm- mons;"bt!Uimcng ripnssel or niggers you'll rin-J some bad uu.s. What little pleasure I g"i.oiitoruii'5oubiiiesslsinteeiugand hear ing tu. dogs run. Somebody's got to catch tin ruraways.atid itmlght as well be me as anybody.' "Whs, certainly, Mr. Simmons. You hae become celebrated. Your name Is trumpeted about in all the counties around. You ars belter known than a great many or our vising joung politicians." The lady's mai.ner was veiy gracious, but there wa arietta of huuiur in her eye. Mr Sim uons didn't know whether she was laiighirgnl iumorpayinghi.il a compliment; but he thought It would be sare to change the subject. "May l ask the old man there a few questions';'' he inquired. "Why, certainly,' Mrs. Ward responded. "Cross-examine him to your heart's con tent. Hut be careful alxint it, Mr. Simmons. He's old and feeble, and his mind is not as good as it used to be. 1 heard him telling the house girl last night that he was losing his senses.'' "He la wsy massy, mlslissl You know I wuz des projlckin' wid dat gal. Hey ain't na'er nigger in de conutiy got any mo' sense dan what I got. You know dat yo'sc'f." "Was anybody with you in the bateau when you went down the river this morn ing?" "Yes, suh, dey wuz," replied Uncle Andy, solemnly. "Who was It?" t "Well, suh " "Don't get excited, now, Andrew," his mistress interrupted. "Tell Mr. Simmons the truth. You know your weakness." If Uncle Andy's skin had been white or 'As for the swnmp, It hnd a great frolic tlint iiitriit. All tlie mys teries, came out and danced." even brown, Mr. Simmons would have seen him blushing violently. He knew his mis tress was making fun of him, but he was not less embarrassed on that account. He looked at Mrs. Ward and laughed "Speak right out," said that lady. "Who was with you in the bateau?" "Little Essek, ma'm my gran'chil', I'm bleedge ter have some un 'long fer ter l.ol' de boat steady when I go ter look at my set-book. Little Essek wuz de fust one 1 see, en I hollered at Mm." "Did anybody cross from the other side this morning?" asked Mr. Simmons. "Not dat I knows un, less'n it wuz Criddle's Jerry. He's got a wife at de Atercrombie place. He fotch Marse Cud dle's buggy to be worked on at our black smlf shop, en he rid de mule home dis mornin'. Little Essek had 'er down yer 'bout daylight waitin' fer Jerry, kaze he say he got ter be home soon efnotbefo'." Uncle Andy had an imagination. Jerry had brought the buggy and had ridden the mule home He also had a wife at the Ab 'ereiomblo place, but his mastei had given him no "pass' to visit her, thinking it might delay his return. For that reason Jerry did not cross the river the night before. "And here we've been chasing Criddle's Jerry all the morning,'' remarked George Gossett to Mr. Simmons. "Pap wasright.'' "But what was the nigger doing at your place?'' Mr. Simmons- was still arguing the matter in his mind. "Don't ask me," re.plied George Gossett. "Dey ain't no countin' Ter a nigger, suh," remarked Uncle Andy, affably. "Dey ain't no 'countin' fer 'em when dey ol' cz I .is, much less when dey young en soople like Criddle's Jerry." Under the circumstances there was noth ing for Mr. Simmons and young Gossett to do but. to turn about and recros the river. It was fortunate for them that a negro boy was waiting to take Mrs. Ward's horse across the river. They followed him into the ford, and made the crossing without difficulty. Then the two men held a council of war. Uncle Andy had another name forit. "I wish you'd look at um jugglln'," he said to his mistress, as he helped her from the bateau. v. Goorge Gosett was wet, tired and dis gusted, and he would no; hear to Mr. Sim mons' proposition to "beat about the bushes" In the hope that the dogs would strike Aaron's trail. "We started wrong," he said. "Let's go home, and when we try for the nigger again let's start right." "Well, tell your rather I'll be back the day after tomorrow if I don't catch his nigger. I'm obliged to go home now and' change my duds if I don't strike a trail. It's a true saying that there's more mud than water in the Oconee. I'll take a short cut. I'll go up the river a mile or such a matter and ride across to Dawson's old mill road. That will take me home by dinner time." As it happened, Mr. Simmons didn't take diuner at home that day, nor did he re turn to Gossctt's at the time he appointed. He called his dogs and turned his horse's head up stream. He followed the course of the river for a mile or more and then bore away from it. TYhlle he was riding along, lost in his reflections, he suddenly heard Sound gi e tongue Tar ahead. That sagacious dog had unexpectedly hit on Aaron's trail, and he lost no time In announcing the ract as loudljr as he could. Mr. Simmons was very much sur prise!. "If that blamed dog is fooling me this time I'll feel like killing him," he remarked tohlmsclf. Therestof the dogs joined in, and they were all soon footing It merrily in the direction of the big swamp. The blue falcon, circling high in the air, suddenly closed her wings and dropped into the leafy boTsom of the swamp. This Lwas the first messenger. That red Joker, the Fox Squirrel, had heard the walling cry or the hounds, and scampered down the big pine. Hair-way down he mndeaflylngleap Into the live oak, and then from tree to tree he went running, scrambling, jumping. But let him go never so fast, the blue falcon was before him, and let the blue falcon swoop never so swiftly, the mes sage was before her. For the White Grunter had ears. Ooft! he had heard the same wailing sound when the houudb were after him; but goofU that was before he knew what his tusks were for. And Rambler had ears. In fact, the Swamp ltseir had ears, and for a few moments it heldlts breath (asthesayingls) and listened. Listened intently, and then quietly, cau tiously, and serenely began to dispose of Its forces. Near the big poplar Aaron had a pile or stones. They had been selected to fit his hand; they were not too large nor too small; they were not too light nor too heavy. This pile of stones was Aaron's ammunition, and he took his stand by it- The White Tig lose slowly fioin his bed or mud, where he had been wallowing, and shook hiiiiFeir. Then he scratched himself by rubbing his side against a beech tree. The Brindle Steer slowly diagged hinuelf thiough the canes and tall glass, and came to Aaron's tree, where he panted with such a loud sigh that Rambler jumped away. "It is the track dogs," he said. "Yes; I'm Forry," leplled Aaron. "Whei the big bluck t'og comes stand aside and leave him to me." "Gowft! Notjf itstheonethatehewedmy car," remarked the White Tig. "Icame thisn.orningby the thundei wood tree," said Aaioa. "Hide in the glass near there, and when they pass, come charging after.' ' Thenogscame nearer and nearer.and the Swamp could hear Mr. Simmons cheering them on. As for Mr. Simmons, he was sure of one thing the dogs wcie trailing either a wildcat or a runaway. lie had never trained them not to follow the tcent of a wildcat, and he now icgietted it, for his keen ear, alive to differences that would attract the attention of those who had never made a study of the tempera ment of dogs, detected a more ravage note in their cry than he was nccoM.uiijed to heai. Nor did his ear deceive him. Sound was following the .'cent of Aaron, but his companions were trailing Knmbler, who accompanied Aaron, and this fact gave a fiercertwanglo their cry. When Aaron was going from Gossett's to the river landing Itambler was not trotting at his heels, but scenting ahead, sometimes far to the right and at other times far to tlie left. But in going from the river to the swamp it was otherwise. Uambler had to hold his head high to prevent Aaron's heel from striking him on the under jaw. His scent lay with that of the son or Ben Ali. For that reason Mr. Simmons was puzzled by the peculiar cry of the dogs. He had trained them not to follow the scent of hares, coons aud foxes, aadif they were not trailing a runaway, he knew, or thought he know, that they must be chasing a wildcat. Pluto, the crop-eared catch dog, galloped by his blaster's horse. He was a fierce-looking brute, but Mr. Sim noas knew that he would be no match for a wildcat. When the dogs entered the swamp Mr. Simmons tried to follow, but he soon found his way barred by the undergrowth, by the trailing vines, the bending trees, the rank canes. He must needs leave his horse or lead It when he entered the swamp. He chose to do neither, but sat In his saddle and waited, Pluto waiting with him, ready to go in when the word was given. When the hounds entered the swamp they were In full cry. They struggled through the vines, the briers, and the cane.-!, and splashed through the spreading arms of the lagoon. Suddenly they ceased to cry. Then Mr. Simmons heaul a strange snarling and snapping, an ominous crash ing, fierce snorllng and then howls and screams of pain from his hounds. "A cat, by jing!'' he exclaimed aloud. Intent on saving his hounds if possible, he gave Pluto the word, and thatsavage brute plunged into the Swamp with gleaming red and eager eyes. Mr. Simmons never really knew what happened to his hounds, but the Swamp knew. When they splashed past the White Pig that fierce guardian of the Swamp sprang from his lairand rushed after them. They tried hard to escape, but the hindmost was caught. The White Pig ran by his side for the space of three full seconds; then, lowering his head he raised it again with a toss sidewise, and the hound was done for ripped from flank to backbone as neatly as a butcher could have done It. Another was caught on the horn of the red bteer and flung sheer into the lagoon. Sound.the leader, rcll Into the Rambler's jaws, and some old scores were settled then and' there. Pluto came charging blindly in. He saw the White Pig and made ror him, experience telling him that a hog will run when a dog is after it; but experience did him small service here. The White Pig charged to meet him, seeing which Pluto swerved to one side, but he was- uot nimble enough. With a downward swoop and an upward sweep of his snout the White Pig caught j Pluto under the shoulder with his tusk and gave him a taste ofwarfare in the A wamn. Another dog would have lert the field, but Pluto had a temper He turned and rushed at the White Pig, and the Swamp prepared to witness a battle royal. But just then there was a whizzing, zooning sound in the air, a thud, and Pluto tumbled over and fell in a heap-. Aaron liad -ended the cur's career as suddenly as if he had been blown to pieces by a cannon. There was one stone missing rrom the ntorc of ammunition at the foot or the big poplar. Meanwhile Rambler was worrying Sound, and the White Pig.iseeiug no other enemy in sight, went running to the scene or that fray. His onslaught was so furious that Rambler thought it- good manners to get out of Grunter's way. So he loosed his hold on Sound and jumped aside. Sound was Still able to do, some jumping on his own account, and he turned tall and ran, just as the White Pig was about to trample him under foot. But he was not quick enough to escape with a whole skin. The tusk of the White Pig touched him on the hind leg, and where it touched it tore. Mr. Simmons had five dogswhen became to the Swamp. Sound came out to him after the morning's advcntuie, but had to be carried home across the saddle bow. Two days later another or the dogs went limping home. Three dogs were lert in the Swamp. Mr. Simmons blew his horn, and called them for some time, and then he slowly went home. He had a great tale to tell when he got there. Ills dogs hnd Jumped a wildcat at the river, chased him to the Swamp, and there they round a dea or wildcats. There was a great fight, but three of the dogs were killed, and the cats were so rierce that it was as much as Mr. Simmons could do to escape with his life. Indeed, ac cording to his tale, the biggest cat followed him to the edge or the Swamp. And he told this moving tale bo often that he really believed It, and felt that he was a soit or hero. ' " As for the Swnmp, It had a rare rrolic that night. All the mysteries came forth and danced, and the Willis-Whistlers piped as t lie had never piped before, and old .Mr. Bullfrog Joined in with his line bass voice. And the next morning Mr. Thuzard, who roosteil in the loblolly pine, called his sani tary committee together, and soon thcic wasnothiugleftorPluto aud his companions to pester the Swamp. (To be. Continued.) TWO PLAIN TALES FROM THE ARIZONA KICKER . We arc the postmaster of this town, and while occupying the exalted position we propose to keep right on feeling that we are more or less the United States. The day after we took possession of tho office we gave notice that it was beneath the dignity of a postmaster to lick stamps onto Iettets. Our predecessor had doiTe It In order to curry favor with the public, but we hnd no such object in view. We promptly aud positively refund to lick , and though we offended scores of citizens ror the time being all of them eventually came around to our way or thinking. It has been three months since anyone requested us to lick, but last Tuesday a stranger in town named Baker entered the office and bought a stamp and demanded that we paste it to his letter. His manner was very offensive, and after a few words had been exchanged he announced that wo must either lick the btamp or he would lick us. We passed out into the corridor, and he tackled us and It took us Jmt five minutes to make him holler. We did not lick him as editor of the Kicker, mayor, tenator or deputy United States marshal, but as i ost master, and to maintain the dignity of the United States, and after being i est o red to consciousness he made us an ample ai ology and admitted that we could have taken no other course under the circum stances. He was able to limp utof town next day, and he departed for Pine Hill, where the postmaster not only licks on all the stamps, but has never dared send a letter to the dead letter office for lack of postage. If there is any other critter hiAriKonavho thinkswe haven't made up our mind on this mattei he will oblige us by making an earlj call.' A man named Finney, from New Mexico, arrived In town the other day for the ex press purpose of -hooting Col. Joe Williams to satisfy an old grudge. He was passing up and down the street and making inqui ries, when he ran up against the Colonel, and before he could get his gun out of its holster he had a bullet in his shoulder and a second through his hand and was laid out. We were interviewing him yes terday, and he had not yet recovered from his surprise, although his wounds were doiug nicely. He had lanned for a year or more to come here aud pop the colonel. He had traveled a distance of 4uO miles Ills Wounds Are and had thoiightlt all out a hundred times. To bump up againsthis vietiuiand he knock ed out in a breath was n leature he hadn't provided for, and it will be three or four days j'ct before his brain is clear on that subject. Col. Joe doesn't know why the man sought his life and he Isn't inter ested enough to inquire. In this country when a stranger walks up to you with his hand tugging away at the butt of a re volver it is considered good manners to get the drop on him first and ask ques tions afterward. Mr. Finney says he shall start for home as soon as able and al'andon his idea of killing the colonel. That is very kind and sweet of him, and on behalf of the community we return thanks. Couldn't Persuade 31 r. Piatt. Mrs. FredGrant persuaded Senator Culloin to go to the President with her and ask ror the appointment, of her husband as amens-sailor to Beilln from the State of Illinois instead of from the State of New York, where he has resided for several years, Sena tor Piatt showed greater power of resistance than Mr. Cullom, as he refused to .indorse Col. Grant as a candidate. Mrs. Grant is showing herself quite as energetic and In fluential In politics as her sister, Aire. Potter Palmer. Chicago News. BETTING ON A BEAR At Rawson Junction we found a man with a big black bear in a cage on the platform, ne explained that Bruin had been taken in a trap three days before,and that he was going tb take him down to Silver City to sell him to a saloonkeeper ror $50. While we were surveying the captive an old man rode up on a cayuse, rollowed by about the meanest-looking dog ftversetininthcglorioiiBWest.TIiecaninewas squint-eyed, bob-tailed, and poor In flesh, and when rallied about the animal the old man explained that, while his looks were agin him, the dog was really a Tighter of the first w-ater. He lounged up and took a look at the bear and another look at his owner and finally said: "Mister, I reckon ye sorter brag on that b'ar o' yours?" Palm Avenue, "There is no call to brag,"' was the re ply. "I didn't know but you was braggin' and bluffin' as to how he could right. If you was I was going to say a few words." "As to how?" "As to that 'ere dog o' mine, I hev never put him up ag'in a b'ar as jit, but I think he could hold his own." "You must be crazy!" exclaimed the owner of the bear. "Why, he'd chaw your dog up at one gulp!" "Mebbe he would, stranger mebbe he would, but somehow or t'other I can't believe that he would. I've knowed that dog fur three y'ars, and I don't believe your b'ar could chaw him up." "Well, It stands to reason that he could. From the looks of him I should say that al most any sort or dog could roll that dog o' yourn over. He's ready to run now." "Yes he looks that way," slowly ie mnrked the old man, "but that's his de celvln' p'ut. What's the value or yer b'ar?" "Fifty dollars." "Wall, I've got fifty dollars in gold whlclrsays he can'tchaw my dog up in no one mi nit, nor five nor ten mlnits." "What's that? You want to put your dog agin my bear?' "I do, stranger, and my money Is ready. We'll turn "em loose on the platrorm, and IT your b'ar chaws up my dog, the cash Is yourn." The owner of the benv didn't have but $120, but he put up his Winchester for the balance, and ns soon as the stakes were up we got into the station and left the dog and the bear man to arrange things. Some or the slats to the cage were loosened, and after a few minutes all was ready and the two men joined usinside. Thcdogscratchcd at the door and whined togetin.and altera look about him the bear lert the cage and started ror the canine. "One gulp and yoimdog is gone!" shout ed the bear man, but he wasn't out or the' woods yet. The dog was off the platform and up the trail In a flash, while the bear followed at a slower gait. They had been out or sight rive minutes when thebear man suddenly exclaimed: "Why why -that bear won't comeback!" "No. 1 ret kon net," replied the old man. "But but-!" "Hut the bet was that he'd chaw up my dog, and he hasn't done It." The bear man looked up and down and around, and the situation finally dawned upon him and he. said to the old man: "Stranger, did you ever strike a full blown idiot before?" "Yes, two or three." Doing iXicely. "And did you leave 'em dead broke and far rrom home?" "Oh, no. I alius felt borry fur em and left 'em sunthin' fur railroad fare." And he handed the bear man $10 or the $20, took the rifle on his arm and rode away down the trail without looking back. Prophecies; Which Failed. There are a few famous prophecies which failed utterly and became historical on that account. Aristotle, for instance, said that blavery would last forever, or until the shuttle would weave ofitsown accord. This Is a double mistake, for slavery is aliolishcd and thanks to invention the shuttle may be said to work of its own accord. "Before fifty years are over all Europe wilt be either republican or Cossack," proph esied Napoleon I In the first decade of this century. At the end of nearly a hundred years Europe is no more republicaa than ever and the Cossacks have no more power. "The United States of Europe," was the piedlction of all ardent democrats from Victor Hugo to Carlo Cattanco, and Its fulfillment was to take place at the down- fall of the Napoleonic empire. It is twenty- five years since then and the states of Europe are more disunited than ever. Chi cago News. QQ5QQaQGSSSSGQS53QSQ G&QSSQ An Ideal Existence g in uinu ii wcuaiui ilia g Southern California is known the world over for its seml-ttopical climate, its sun shine, and its remarkable variety of fruits Hut to my mind its chief claim to regard is that it has demonstrated the practical benefits of the colony system, and has thus established In a new land and under the best conditions Ideal homes and an ideal state of society the nearest approach in th3 country to that perfect community life which William Morris pictures In 'News From Nowhere.'' In no other part T.os Angeles', Cal. of the world Is there seen such a picture as is unrolded before the eye or the tourist who sets out rrom Los AngeleS.tho natural center of the colony system of Southern California. Within a radius or fifty miles rrom this old Spanish-American head quarters, one may visit a hundred colonies, each presenting some distinct feature crm terest, but all modeled on the same plan the union of the best qualities of town and country lire; the development of religious and social associations; the cultivation of the beautiful in landcape-gardcniiig and floriculture; theperfectlonorthe community idea which replaces the ugly fence with the ornamental hedge and breaks wu the caste line in social life., and the nm lnation or mot or those vices that make the large American city so dangerous a pla.-e for the proper education of children. A few or the dwellers in these, colo nies are men or large wealth who have been attracted by the climate and the surroundings; a small fi action is made up of those who only use their homes as places of winter residence; bnt the great majority are persons of moderate means who have sought a home in these colonies and are dependent for support uion the product of their orange groves or vineyards. The standard of education and refinement is high, for nine-tenths of ihee colonUts know Europe almost as wei! as this country, and fully one-third Is made up of English, Anglo-Indians and Australians, to whom this free life in a climate that permits or outdoor exercise every day in the year uppealsevea more thanit does to the Amer ican. Lest this praise should seem exagger ated it may be well to glance at a few features of these colonies before de scribing in detail some of the tjpical set tlements. In most of these Southern Cali fornia colonies the sale of liquor is either prohibited or restricted by very high license- The result is an entile absence of corner saloons. The Chinese are placed in one district, and they are c ompelled (o maintain cleanliness in their quarter. This saves the colony town from the unslghtlj spec tacle of Chinese wash-hous's on the main streets, and it keeps tl.e Orientals strictly apart fioin the rest of the community a precaution that only thoc who knew tl.e rapid spread of Chinese vices can properly appreciate. Far more attention is paid to churches and schools than in most East em communities. Indeed, what is spent on the school system of these colonies might be called extravagance had it not been demonstrated that every dollar invested in good selicolhouses and superior teachers brings ample icturns-in the best class of settlers. All public buildings aie of the best architectural designs, made of the material that conforms most agreeably to the sunoandings; the streets arc laid out with double and tuple lows of trees that make the main avenues long vistas of leafy shade In 1 ot midsummer das". pri vate hoir-es and grounds are In keeping, with the streets, to that the eye is seldom offended by anything grotesque or incon gruous. This colony system owed its origin to a party ot German mechanics or San Fran cisco, who over twenty-rive years ago de cided to attemptthe founding or a commu nity In Southern California, which, while leaving free play for individual tastes, should hae the benefit of union of com mercial interests. These Germans knew little of country life, but several of their number had had experience in wine making in the old country. To them was intrusted the purchase of land and its proper devel opment. These meg bought a part of an old Spanish ranchonear Los Angeles, which was so overgrown with enctus that It was worthless even Tor pasture or stock. They paid a mere triNe for the land, but the owner smiled over the bargain he bad made. They then cleared the land, but the canal and diverted water from the Los Angeles River, divided the place into twenty-acre tracts, with a tillage lot for each tract, and planted the whole to the best varieties of wine grapes. They called the place Anaheim. None or the settlers moved upon their land. For three years they worked in the city, devoting them selves to paying Tor the land and its im provement. All the work on the vineyards was done economically, and In the fourth year, when the vines began to bear, hous'es were built and each colonist began liter ally to live under his own vine and fig tree. So well did the managers execute their trust that no colonist was dissatisfied, and in thecntirelite of the colony no mort gage was ever placed oa a vineyard. A winery was built, and the product of the vineyards was sold just as though it be longed to one man. Thus every colonist secured the full fruit of his labor and never suffered from the rapacity of middle-man or railroad agent. For fifteen years the colony flourished, andsuch was the content of these Teutonic wine-growers that they never attempted to "boom" their lands. In fact, they set their faces against the hustling laud agent, and it Is only in recent years that more worldy dwellers have come In and have supplanted many or the old vineyards with fine orange groves. Yet, though Anaheim today wears an old-rashioned look as a legacy or its plain German founders, few colonies in Cnliromia can show a better record or continued pros- perity in good seasons- and bad. Booms have come to other colonies and collapses of booms, but through all these Anaheim has gone steadily on SSQQSQSQQ GSSQQGQQGGQGQGGfGQB Riverside is perhaps the best known colony in California, because It waa the first to make a success of the navel or seedless orange Its history is typical of that of many other similar ventures. Founded by Eastern people on a wind swept mesa or natural terrace In the San Bernardino valley, Its only claims to favor were Its rich soil and its superb view of the snow-covered mountains not fifty ndles away. All the old settlers who were grow ing wheat on the rich lands near by pre dicted that the "teuderreet" would come to grler; but these pioneer colonists were not of the etufr to be daunted by obstacles. They first planted almonds and raisin grapes, but the almonds dropped from the trees because the soil was too moist and cold, and the grapes refused to be con verted Into saleable raisins. So the greater part of these orchards and vineyards were rooted out and the seedless orange was planted. It flourished in the dark, rich soil, and boon the Ittverslde navel orange commanded the best price in any Amer ican market. Thousands of acres were planted, mag niricent streets were laid out, fine public buildings erected. The main thorough fare of the place Is Magnolia avenue, the finest driveway in Southern California. A triple row of magnolia, eucalyptus and fan palms extendi clear through the center of the drive. One drives for nine miles pass ing on either side a continuous succession of rine residences, each with its ornamental garden and itssiiperb orange-grove stretch ing back over the level valley, with foliage as darkly green in January as in July. Nothing can be more beautiful than these groves when the orange trees are powdered with snowy blossoms that freight the air with their rich perfume, or when the golden frujt hangs thick in their branches, giving them the appearance of well trimmed Christmas trees. And tho.-e who derive large incomes rrom these beautiful oranga groves have shown a civic pride that is almost' without jiarallel in this country They have proscribed everything that man the beauty of their city or the proper de velopment of their children. Their schools are of the best; their churche.-. are well sustained, and their society is based on cult ire and refinement rather than oa ac quired or inherited wealth. Another colon y, barely ten years old, which almost surpasses Riverside in beauty of location anil rivals it in success in orange culture is Redlands, in the shelter of tiie lofty San Bernardino Mountains. Like Riverside, it has been developed tor tho best class of Eastern people, who are determined to makeu an ideal community. Poverty, vice, and suffering are unknown; the place combines all the advantages of city life In churches, schools, theaters, lectures, and clubs, and all the benefits of country life in driing, horseback riding, bicycling, and other sports. A uniquecoloay is Ontario, in the Pomona Valley, forty miles from Los Angeles. It was founded by the Chaffee brothers and took its name front Ontario, Canada. Education was the first thing considered in Outario A tract was set apart for the college and other lands were laid out to be sold only for the maintenaaee of the institution. The colony flourtsaed from the outset- One feature Is EucHd Avenue ot pepper and palm trees, seven miles long, which runs froai the railrond station clear to the base of the neighboring mountains. Ji the traits of the original colony are preserved, and every deed of land contain the proviso that no saloon or hotel barroom shall be eMabflshed. One company In this colony sells la ad only to settlers who agree to build boteea when their lands are improved. TWs company plants orange or lemon groves or orchards of deciduous fruits ami takes care of them until maturity. Theu the owner builds his house and takes pos session of his orchard. I'oaiona, which is near Ontario, was settled by Iowa people who liad tasted colony life in that State and desired to try it here under new conditions. 16 was in 1S77, when the grange movement; was a popular fad, that 13.000 acres were ! ought by these Iowa settlers, and tho new colony was named Pomona after tho Goddess of Traits. The place has had a steady and healthy growth and it is one of the best types ot a colony founded oa general fruit-growing. In fact, it, grows more varieties of fruit than any locality in the world. It has 7,000 acres in oranges, and 4,000 acres in peaches, apri cots, and prunes, and Its products range from mangoes and guavas to dates and pomelos, or grape fruit. Los Angeles, as the natural center and market for all these colonies, has become the second city in importance in Cali fornia. In 1SS0 it had only 11,000 In habitants and the Spanish-American sloth still clung to it. -By 1SSG It had 40,000, and now it has 100,000 people, while in the colonies, which are irtually su burbs, there are 200.000 more. Built on a score ot hills, It looks out on a series ot rich valleys, dotted with colonies; to the west on clear days the Pacific Ocean, only twenty miles away give s back the sun shine like a great sheet of glass: to the east the eye may follow the rugged skyline ot the coast range for one hundred miles. The city has been made beautiful to please the Eastern tourists, who come out every wiuter by thousands to escape the ice and snow. It is perhaps the only large city in this country which can toast of open water running in stone ditches inside the sidewalks. AH about it the country is like a 'gar den. The San Gabriel "Valley for fifteen miles Is a succession ot colonies. Pa.s adena, the Indian name for Crown of the Valley, deserves its titte for it has no equal in beauty in this valley and few rivals in the State- It boasts some of the great show-places", rose gardens with hundreds of v; rieties iu bleom, and hedges of calla ldies that look at a little distance like a great green ocean breaker falling in foam. On Millionaire Baldwin's Santa Anita ranch are a half dozen colonies that have been developed within ten years. Through all this garden laud, redolent with the perfume ot mag nolia and orange and jessamine, the tounst may drive for hours, until the eye is sated with the beauty of green and gold. And everywhere he will see evidences that woman has had an equal hand with man in the making of these homes. He will see delicate-looking women pruning trees and vines and in tlie harvest sea son the whole Tamily gathering oranges or picking grapes. It is this wholesome outdoor exercise, amid surroundings which have nothing in them to coarsen the nature, that gives the superb phyMnue of South ern California women. And tlie children, bred in these colonies, are good to look upon ros-cheeked, stalwart, supple and strong, the girls as free from all ailments and as able to run or ride or climb a tree as the boys. It is to these colonies that Californli must look for the new generation that is to make her known in the world of lit erature, art, and science, as she is known today for her material conquests, her enor mous addition to the world's wealth In gold, silver, wheat, fruit, and wine. For iu these colonies all the surroundings favor the perfect development of the physical man and woman, and the study of beauty, the environment ot culture, which has no taint of degeneracy, cannot fall to stimu late the creative Imagination. So the next century may owe some ot its best artwork to the influence of California colony lire GEORGE HAMLIN FITCH.