VII

Los Angeles, August 27: At San Francisco our party was broken up. Mr.

Jones and I proceeded to Los Angeles, while Mr. and Mrs. Pope elected

to linger longer in that city and to make many breaks in their journey,

to visit the seaside resorts.

Southern California in August is not an inviting place. There is

drouth, and dust. The famed orchards are simply patches of trees in

plowed ground, the trees covered with dust as well as with ripening

fruit. When we think of orchards at home, we think of beautiful plats

of grass, with trees. But that is not the California idea. They are

far from being sylvan dreams. They are places for hard work and, from

all reports, meager incomes. To pick and pack peaches for distant

markets is laborious and hazardous. The vineyards were filled with

distress over grapes at six dollars a ton. But in the real estate

offices in Los Angeles, rosier views of fruit growing were to be had

and that freely. Los Angeles is city mad. They have done wonders and

they think of the future without dismay. All things seem possible to

the promoters. On the one side they have “the back country” where the

products are going to enrich all the people and on the other side they

have the ocean on which they are going to carry the commerce of the

orient, all paying tribute to Los Angeles. The ocean, at Long Beach

and other points is beautiful, restful and invigorating, but the great

ships have found no harbors in the vicinity of Los Angeles. The harbors

must be made artificially and the commerce must be wrested away from

San Francisco, Portland and Seattle and Tacoma. It will be a great

struggle for supremacy. No American can ride down this great Pacific

coast line without feelings of pride in the developments of this

western country. It is all American, intensely American. They call it

the Golden West, but the man who has to work for a living finds the

conditions no easier here than “back east.” In many places he finds it

harder, for he has Japanese competition and the climate of which they

boast so much makes men lazy.

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