CHAPTER XII.
HER CITY AND COUNTY.
"Syrian apples, Othmanee quinces, Limes and citrons and apricots, And wines that are known to Eastern princes." In walking through the streets of Santa Barbara you may still see the various types, but not so clearly defined as of old.

Holy Fathers still intone the service within the massive mission walls; they still cultivate the large garden, from which woman is sedulously excluded.

But the faces are German and Irish.

At a street corner two men are talking earnestly, and as you pass you get a glance from Mexican eyes, dark and soft, but the hair shows Indian blood.

A real old Mexican vaquero rides by in the genuine outfit, well worn and showing long use; next a carriage full of fashionable visitors; then a queerer combination than the Anglomaniac with his trousers legs turned up if the cable reports a rainy day in London.