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Title: Highways and byways of the Pacific coast
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940
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Publisher: New York, The Macmillan company London, macmillan and co., limited
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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miles off the coast. When first dis-covered the island was thickly populated by savages, andlater it was frequented by pirates who preyed on the richgalleons in the Philippine trade. Now it is a pleasureresort that attracts multitudes of visitors, and its singlevillage is a crowded settlement of hotels and shops andnumerous little cottages huddled in a narrow valleybasin. Thence you look forth on a crescent beachwith wave-torn bluffs on either side reaching out intothe sea. In all its length of twenty miles and its widthof from two to nine, the island is a chaos of steep hills andmountains, furrowed with deep canyons and havingmany rugged precipices. The loftiest height is BlackJack which rises twenty-five hundred feet above thesea level. Most of the slopes are grassed over, andthousands of sheep find pasturage on them. You seethe paths of the grazing flocks everywhere windingalong the inclines, and often see the sheep themselvesor hear their bleating. Off in the middle of the island
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o tr^ Spring in Southern California 85 is a farmhouse where the caretakers of the flocks Hve, but otherwise human life is confined to the neighborhoodof the village of the pleasure-seekers. No matter whither I wandered I found a constant succession of glens and ridges clothed with scattered bushes and thorny clumps of cacti, and one can judge of the country inland by the fact that two young men who had lived in Santa Catalina for years recently lost themselves while coming from the west shore eight miles distant. A fog bewildered them, and one gave up with heart trouble or whiskey, and the other went on alone. Night came, and the wanderer stumbled about in the darkness all to no purpose. It was after-noon of the next day when he reached the village. Then search parties started to find his companion, but he was not where he had been left, and it was two days later that they came across him in a remote part of the island trying to find his way back to civilization. The showers that every now and the

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