Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXII Areata -- Furze and daisies -- Mad River -- Stump land -- Trinidad Bay, headland, and lighthouse -- Lagoons -- Norwegian and Indian -- The coast hemlock -- The village of Orick -- Fine game country -- Splendid forest -- Fog among the redwoods: a weird scene -- A strange couple: sentiment yields to fact -- Crossing the Klamath River -- Requa: the Klamath Indians -- The forest again -- Crescent City: saloons and a prospective harbor -- Doubtful sailing dates -- Smith River Corners -- The Oregon coast in view -- The goal is reached: congratulations -- Good-bye to Anton, -- and to Oregon. IT was the 25th of October when I left Eureka. Though my time was not limited I had planned when I began the trip that I would finish it by the end of this month, and it looked as though I should just about keep my date. Here we said good-bye finally to cities and railroads, though not entirely to automobiles, a few of which travel the coast road, though the bulk of road traffic takes the inland way through Red Bluff and Shasta. The morning was dull and cold, with a look of rain, which at this season might be expected without much warning. I had to take a circuitous road, in order to avoid the wide stretch of swamp-land that lies to the east of Humboldt Bay, and rode twelve miles before rounding the head of the bay at Arcata, only six miles from Eureka by air-line. This region is the finest of dairy-land, flat and green, most of it having been originally forested. The roadside was adorned with many old stumps of redwoods, on the slowly decaying tops of which little gardens of herbage and small shrubby plants were flourishing. The climate offers a continual bonus to vegetation. Even in the rainless summer, growth goes on unchecked by aid of the...