The Smiling Hill-Top

Julia M. Sloane
The Smiling Hill-Top

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Title: The Smiling Hill-Top And Other California Sketches
Author: Julia M. Sloane
Illustrator: Carleton M. Winslow
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THE SMILING HILL-TOP AND OTHER CALIFORNIA SKETCHES

The Smiling Hill-Top and Other California Sketches
by
JULIA M. SLOANE
Illustrated by CARLETON M. WINSLOW
[Illustration]
NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1921

Copyright, 1919, by Charles Scribner's Sons
Published October, 1919

TO
MY THREE COMPANIONS OF THE ROAD ONE LARGE AND
TWO SMALL THIS LITTLE BOOK IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED

CONTENTS
PAGE Introduction 1 The Smiling Hill-Top 5 A California Poppy 19
Gardeners 35 Thorns 55 The Gypsy Trail 77 An Adventure in Solitude
94 A Sabine Farm 116 The Land of "Whynot" 132 Where the Trade
Wind Blows 155 Sunkist 176

THE SMILING HILL-TOP AND OTHER CALIFORNIA SKETCHES
INTRODUCTION
The following sketches are entirely informal. They do not cover the

subject of Southern California in any way. In fact, they contain no
information whatever, either about the missions or history--a little,
perhaps, about the climate and the fruits and flowers of the earth, but
that has crept in more or less unavoidably. They are the record of what
happened to happen to a fairly light-hearted family who left New
England in search of rest and health. There are six of us, two grown-ups,
two boys, and two dogs. We came for a year and, like many another
family, have taken root for all our days--or so it seems now.
The reactions of more or less temperamental people, suddenly
transplanted from a rigorous climate to sunshine and the beauty and
abundance of life in Southern California, perhaps give a too highly
colored picture, so please make allowance for the bounce of the ball. I
mean to be quite fair. It doesn't rain from May to October, but when it
does, it can rain in a way to make Noah feel entirely at home.
Unfortunately, that is when so many of our visitors come--in February!
They catch bad colds, the roses aren't in bloom, and altogether they feel
that they have been basely deceived.
We rarely have thunder-storms, or at least anything you could dignify
by that name, but we do have horrid little shaky earthquakes. We don't
have mosquitoes in hordes, such as the Jersey coast provides, but we do
sometimes come home and hear what sounds like a cosy tea-kettle in
the courtyard, whereupon the defender of the family reaches for his gun
and there is one rattlesnake less to dread.
On our hill-top there are quantities of wild creatures--quail, rabbits,
doves, and ground squirrels and, unfortunately, a number of social
outcasts. Never shall I forget an epic incident in our history--the head
of the family in pajamas at dawn, in mortal combat with a small
black-and-white creature, chasing it through the cloisters with the
garden hose. Oh, yes, there is plenty of adventure still left, even though
we don't have to cross the prairies in a wagon.
People who know California and love it, I hope may enjoy comparing
notes with me. People who have never been here and who vaguely
think of it as a happy hunting-ground for lame ducks and black sheep, I
should like to tempt across the Rockies that they might see how much

more it is than that. It may be a lotus land to some, to many it truly
seems the promised land.
"Shall we be stepping westward?"

[Illustration]
THE SMILING HILL-TOP
No one should attempt to live on top of an adobe hill one mile from a
small town which has been brought up on the Declaration of
Independence, without previously taking a course in plain and fancy
wheedling. This is the mature judgment of a lady who has tried it. Not
even in California!
When we first took possession of our hill-top early one June, nothing
was farther from my thoughts. "Suma Paz," "Perfect Peace," as the
place was called, came to me from a beloved aunt who had truly found
it that. With it came a cow, a misunderstood motor, and a wardrobe
trunk. A Finnish lady came with the cow, and my brother-in-law's
chauffeur graciously consented to come with the motor. The trunk was
empty. It was all so complete that the backbone of
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