and save the ruins of an old Mission-house at Soledad
, no trace of civil life was found between the heights of Monte Toro and the summits of Gavilano range.
To-day, a pretty English town, with banks, hotels, and churches, greets you on the bridge of Sanjon del Alisal.
A main street, broad, well-paved and neatly built, runs out for nearly half a mile.
Unlike the timber-sheds of Monterey
, the stores and banks of this new town are built of brick, striking, as one may say, their roots into the earth.
A fine hotel adorns the principal street, every shop in which is stocked with new and useful things, just like a shop in Broadway
or the Strand.
You buy the latest patterns in hats and coats, in steam-ploughs and grass-rollers, in pump-handles and waterwheels.
has her journals, her lending-libraries, her public schools.
A jail has just been opened, for the herdsmen of the district are unruly, and the prison of San Jose
is a long way off. Pigeons flutter in the roadways, lending to the town an air of poetry and peace.
Some offshoots flow from Main Street into open fields, in which Swiss-like chalets nestle in the midst of peaches, grapes, and figs.