Twenty Hill Hollow

8o TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. [July, Mademoiselle Deligny remained but a Aveek in Brittany. She never recovered from her surprise at finding the Marquis de Bridal so changed; and life in one of these old castles was a very tiresome affair, she said to Louison; adding, by way of comfort: Don\u27t fret, Louison; we will return to Paris at once. Ah! we poor women are always disappointed, when we—follow the dictates of our hearts ! During the week of her stay, the Marquis never once raised his eyes. A month after her departure, Marion and Gilbert were married in the little chapel where the Marquise lay buried; and Monsieur le Marquis has not resumed his historical researches to this day. On his table now stood a little, pale-blue slipper; and on the steps of the vault in the chapel he placed a fresh bouquet of flowers every morning. In after-years, he devoted his talents and energies to painting; but his little grandchildren were the only ones who sincerely admired his artistic productions. TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. I WISH to say a word for the great central plain of California in general, and for Twenty Hill Hollow, in Merced County, in particular; because, in reading descriptions of California scenery, by the literary racers who annually make a trial of their speed here, one is led to fancy, that, outside the touristical seesaw of Yosemite, Geysers, and Big Trees, our State contains little else worthy of note, excepting, perhaps, certain wine-cellars and vineyards, and that our great plain is a sort of Sahara, whose narrowest and least dusty crossings they benevolently light-house. But to the few travelers who are in earnest—true lovers of the truth and beauty of wild- ness—Ave would say, Heed nothing you have heard; put no questions to agent or guide-book, or dearest friend; cast away your watches and almanacs, and go at once to our garden-wilds — the more planless and ignorant the better. Drift away confidingly into the broad gulf- streams of Nature, helmed only by Instinct. No harsh storm, no bear, no snake, will harm you. Those who submissively allow themselves to be packed and brined down in the sweats of a stage-coach, who are hurled into Yosemite by favorite routes are not aware that they are crossing a grander Yosemite than that to which they are going. The Avhole State of California, from Siskiyou to San Diego, is one block of beauty, one matchless valley; and our great plain, with its mountain-walls, is the true California Yosemite — exactly corresponding in its physical character and proportions to that of the Merced. Moreover, as Yosemite the less is outlined in the lesser Yosemites of Indian Canon, Glacier Canon, Illilouette, and Pohono, so is Yosemite the great by the Yosemites of King\u27s River, Fresno, Merced, and Tuolumne. The only important difference between the great central Yosemite—bottomed by the plain of the Sacramento and San Joaquin, and Availed by the Sierras and mountains of the coast—and the Merced Yosemite—bottomed by a glacier meadow, and walled by glacier rocks — is, that the former is double—two Yosemites in one, each proceeding from a tangle of glacier canons, meeting opposite Suisun Bay, and sending their united waters to the sea by the Golden Gate. Were we to cross-cut the Sierras into blocks a dozen miles or so in thickness, each section Avould contain a Yosemite Valley and a river, together with a bright 1872.] TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. 81 array of lakes and meadows, rocks and forests. The grandeur and inexhaustible beauty of each block would be so vast and over-satisfying that to choose among them would be like selecting slices of bread cut from the same loaf. One bread-slice might have burnt spots, answering to\u27 craters; another Avould be more browned; another, more crusted or raggedly cut; but all essentially the same. In no greater degree would the Sierra slices differ in general character. Nevertheless, we all would choose the Merced slice, because, being easier of access, it has been nibbled and tasted, and pronounced very good; and because of the concentrated form of its Yosemite, caused by certain conditions of baking, yeasting, and glacier-frosting of this portion of the great Sierra loaf. In like manner, we readily perceive that the great central plain is one batch of bread —one golden cake—and we are loath to leave these magnificent loaves for crumbs, however good. After our smoky sky has been washed in the rains of winter, the whole complex row of Sierras appear from the plain as a simple wall slightly beveled, and colored in horizontal bands laid one above another, as if entirely composed of partially straightened rainbows. So, also, the plain seen from the mountains has the same simplicity of smooth surface, colored purple and yellow, like a patchwork of irised clouds. But when Ave descend to this smooth-furred sheet, Ave discover complexity in its physical conditions equal to that of the mountains, though less strongly marked. In particular, that portion of the plain lying between the Merced and Tuolumne, within ten miles of the slaty foot-hills, is most elaborately carved into valleys, and holloAvs, and smooth undulations, and among Avhich is laid the Merced Yosemite of the plain — Twenty Hill Hollow. This delightful Hollow is less than a mile in length, and of just sufficient width to form a well-proportioned oval. It is situated about midway between the two rivers, and five miles from the Sierra foot-hills. Its banks are formed of twenty hemispherical hills: hence its name. They surround and inclose it on all sides, leaving only one narrow opening toward the south-west for the escape of its Ava- ters. The bottom of the hollow is about two hundred feet below the level of the surrounding plain, and the tops of its hills are slightly below the general level. Here is no towering dome, no Tissiack, to mark its place; and one may ramble close upon its rim before he is made aware of its existence. Its twenty hills are as Avonderfully regular in size and position as in form. They are like big marbles half buried in the ground, each poised and settled daintily into its place at a regular distance from its fellows, making a charming fairy-land of hills, with small, grassy valleys between, each valley having a tiny stream of its own, Avhich leaps and sparkles out into the open hollow, uniting to form Hollow Creek. Like all others in the immediate neighborhood, these twenty hills are composed of stratified lavas mixed Avith- mountain drift in varying proportions. Some strata are almost wholly made up of volcanic matter — lava and cinders — thoroughly ground and mixed by the waters that deposited them; others are largely composed of slate and quartz- bowlders of all degrees of coarseness, forming conglomerates. A few clear, open sections occur, exposing an eloquent history of seas, and glaciers, and volcanic floods—chapters of cinders and ashes that picture dark days, when these bright, snowy mountains were clouded in smoke, and rivered and laked with living fire. A fearful age, say mortals, Avhen these Sierras flowed lava to the sea. What horizons of flame; what atmospheres of ashes and smoke! The conglomerates and lavas of this 82 TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. [July, region are readily denuded by water. In the time when their parent sea was removed to form this golden plain, their regular surface, in great part covered with shallow lakes, showed little variation from motionless level until torrents of rain and floods from the mountains gradually grooved the waiting page to this delightful diversity of bank and brae, creating not only Twenty Hill Hollow, but Lily Hollow, and the lovely valleys of Cascade and Castle creeks. Many others are nameless and unknown, seen only by hunters and shepherds, sunk in the wide bosom of the plain, like undiscovered gold. Whatever may be the true theory of the formation of mountain Yosemites, Twenty Hill Hollow is a clear case of erosion. Here are no Washington columns, no angular Cap- itans, to bring doubt upon Ruskin\u27s Moderation. The hollow caTw?is, cut in soft lavas, are not so deep as to require a single earthquake at the hands of science, much less a baker\u27s dozen of those convenient tools demanded for the making of Yosemite, and our proper arithmetical standards are not outraged by a single magnitude of this moderate, \u27 comprehensible hollow. The present rate of denudation of this portion of the plain seems to be about one-tenth of an inch per year. This approximation is based upon observations made upon stream-banks and perennial plants. Rains and winds remove mountains, without disturbing their plant or animal inhabitants. Hovering petrels, the fishes and floating plants of ocean, sink and rise in beautiful rhythm with its waves; and, in like manner, the birds and plants of the plain sink and rise with these waves of land. In March and April the bottom of the Hollow and every one of its hills are smoothly covered and plushed with yellow and purple flowers, the yellow predominating. They are mostly social Composite, with a few Claytonias, Gil- ias, Eschscholtzias, white and yellow violets, blue and yellow lilies, Dodccatheons, Erigonums set in a half-floating maze of purple grasses. There is but one vine in the hollow — the Megarhiza, or big root. The only bush within a mile of it, about four feet in height, forms so remarkable an object upon the universal smoothness that my dog barked furiously around it, at a cautious distance, as if it were a bear. Some of the hills have rock-ribs that are brightly colored with red and yellow lichens, and in moist nooks there are luxuriant mosses—Bar- tramia, Dicranum, Funaria, and several Hyftnce. In cool, sunless coves the mosses are companioned Avith ferns — Acistopteris and the little, gold-dusted rock-fern, Gymnogramma triangularis. The Hollow is not rich in birds. The meadow-lark homes there, and the little burrowing owl, the childee, and a species of sparrow. Occasionally a few ducks pay a visit to its waters, and a few tall cranes — blue and white — may at times be seen stalking along the creek; and the sparrow-hawk and gray eagle come to hunt. The lark, who does nearly all the singing for the Hollow, is identical in species with the meadow- lark of the East; but richer flowers and skies have inspired him with better song than was ever known to the Atlantic lark. I have noted three distinct lark- songs here. The words of the first, which I committed to memory at one of their special meetings, spelled as sung, are, Wee-ro spee-ro wee-6 weer- ly wee-it. On the 20th of January, 1869, they sang Queed-lix boodle repeating Avith great regularity for hours together, to music sweet as the sky that gave it. On the 22d of the same month, they sang Chee chool cheedildy choodildy. An inspiration is this song of the blessed lark, and universally absorbable by human souls. It seems to be the only bird-song of these hills that has been created with any direct reference to us. 1872.] TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. 83 Music is one of the attributes of matter, into whatever forms it may be lawed or lifed. Drops and sprays of air are specialized, and made to plash and churn in the bosom of a lark, as infinitesimal portions of air plash and sing about the angles and hollows of sand-grains, as perfectly composed and predestined as the rejoicing anthems of Avorlds; but our senses are not fine enough to catch the tones. Fancy the Avaving, pulsing melody of the vast flower congregations of the Hollow flowing from myriad voices of tuned petal and pistil, and heaps of sculptured pollen. Scarce one note is for us; nevertheless, God be thanked for this blessed instrument hid beneath the feathers of a lark. The eagle does not dwell in the Hollow; he only floats there to hunt the long-eared hare. One day I saw a fine specimen alight upon a hill-side. I was at first puzzled to know what power could fetch the sky-king down into the grass with the larks. Watching him attentively, I soon discovered the cause of his earthiness. The hare of his choice stood erect at the door of his burrow, staring his winged brother full in the face. They were about ten feet apart. Should the eagle attempt to snatch his bread, it would instantly disappear. Should long-ears, tired of inaction, venture to skim the hill to some neighboring burrow, he might swoop above him and strike him dead with a blow of his pinions, bear him to some favorite rock-table, satisfy his hunger, Avipe off all marks of grossness, and go again to the sky. Since antelopes have been driven away, the hare is the swiftest animal of the HoIIoav. When chased by a dog he will not seek a burrow, as when the eagle Avings in sight, but skims* wavily from hill to hill across connecting curves, swift and effortless as a bird- shadow. One that I measured vras twelve inches in height at the shoulders. His body was eighteen inches, from nose-tip to tail. His great ears measured six and a half inches in length and two in width. His ears—which, notwithstanding their great size, he wears gracefully and becomingly—have procured the homely nickname, by Avhich he is commonly known, of Jackass rabbit. Hares are very abundant over all the plain and up in the sunny, lightly wooded foot-hills, but their range \u27does not extend into the close pine-forests. Coyotes, or California Avolves, are occasionally seen gliding about the Hollow; but they are not numerous, vast numbers having been slain by the traps and poisons of sheep-raisers. The coyote is about the size of a small shepherd-dog ; beautiful, and graceful in motion, with erect ears, and a bushy tail, like a fox. Inasmuch as he is fond of mutton, he is cordially detested by sheepmen and nearly all cultured people. The ground-squirrel is the most common animal of the Hollow. In several hills there is a soft stratum, in which they have tunneled their homes. It is interesting to observe these rodent tOAvns in time of alarm. Their one circular street resounds with sharp, lancing outcries of, Seekit, seek, seek, seekit! Near neighbors, peeping cautiously half out-of-doors, engage in low, purring chat. Others, bolt upright on the door-sill or on the rock above, shout excitedly, as if giving orders or intelligence of the motions arid aspects of the enemy. Like the wolf, this little animal is accursed, because of his relish for grain. Pity that Nature should have made so many small mouths palated like our own! All the seasons of the Hollow are Avarm and bright, and flowers bloom through the whole year. But .the grand commencement of the annual genesis of plant and insect-life is governed by the setting in of the rains, in December or January. The air, hot and opaque, is Avashed and cooled. Plant-seeds, Avhich for six months have lain on the ground 84 TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. [July, dry as if garnered, at once unfold their treasured life. Flies hum their delicate tunes. Butterflies come from their coffins, like cotyledons from their husks. The net - work of dry water - courses, spread over valleys and hollows, suddenly gush Avith bright waters, sparkling and pouring in inlets and pools, like dusty mummies resouled and set living and laughing with color and blood. The weather grows in beauty, like a flower. Its roots are in the ground, and the rains quickly develop day-clusters a week or two in size, divided and shaded in foliage of clouds; or round hours of ripe sunshine wave and spray in sky-shadows, like racemes of berries half hidden in leaves. These months of so-called rainy season are not filled with rain. Nowhere else in North America, perhaps in the Avorld, are Januarys so balmed and glowed with vital sunlight. Referring to my notes of 1868 and 1869, I find that the first heavy general rain of the season fell on the 18th of December. January yielded to the Hollow, during the day, only twenty hours of rain, Avhich was divided among six rainy days. February had only three days on which rain fell, amounting to eighteen and one - half hours in all. March had five rainy days. April had three, yielding seven hours of rain. May also had three wet days, yielding nine hours of rain; and completed the so-called rainy season for that year, which is probably about an average one. It must be remembered that this rain record has nothing to do with what fell in the night. The ordinary rain-storm of this region has little of that outward pomp and sublimity of structure so characteristic of the storms of the Mississippi Valley. Nevertheless, we have experienced rainstorms out on these treeless plains, in nights of solid darkness, as impressively sublime as the noblest storms of the mountains. The wind, Avhich in settled weather blows from the north-west, veers to the south-east; the sky curdles gradually and evenly to a grainless, seamless cloud, and then comes the rain, steadily and moderately, but often driven slant by a strong wind. In 1869, more than three - fourths of the winter rains came from the south-east. One magnificent storm from the north-Avest occurred on the 21st of March. An immense, round- browed cloud came sailing over the flowery hills in most imposing majesty, bestowing water as from a sea. The rain- gush lasted about one minute; but was the most magnificent cataract of the sky- mountains that I ever beheld. A portion of calm sky toward the Sierras was brushed with thin, white cloud-tissue, upon which the rain-torrent showed to a great height: a cloud water-fall, which, like those of Yosemite, was neither spray, rain, nor solid water. In the same year the cloudiness of January, omitting rainy days, averaged 0.32; February, 0.13; March, 0.20; April, 0.10; May, 0.08. The greater portion of this cloudiness was gathered into a few days, leaving the others blocks of solid, universal sunshine in every chink and pore. At the end of January, four plants were in flower: a small white cress, growing in large patches; a low-set, umbeled plant, with yellow flowers ; an Erigonnm, with flowers in leafless spangles, and a small barragewort. Five or six mosses had adjusted their hoods, and were in the prime of life. In February, squirrels, hares, and flowers Avere in spring-time joy. Bright plant-constellations and carnations shone everywhere about the Hollow. Ants Avere getting ready for Avork by rubbing and sunning their limbs upon the husk-piles around their doors. Fat and pollen- dusted burly, dozing bumblebees Avere rumbling among the flowers; and spiders were busy mending up old webs or weaving new ones. Flowers were born every day, and came gushing from the 1872.] TWENTY HILL HOLLOW. 85 ground like gayly dressed children from a church. The bright air became daily more songful with flywings, and sweeter with breath of plants. In Avalking the Hollow at this season, one sees, or thinks he sees, many doubtful motions at the tops of holes — uncertain twinklings—which proceed from field-crickets, as they leap to their chambers, and a small, bright-polished lizard, nicknamed the go-quick. In March, plant-life is more than doubled. The little, pioneer cress, by this time, goes to seed, wearing daintily embroidered silicles. Several Claytonias appear; also, a large, Avhite Leptosiphon, and two Nemophilas. A small Plantago becomes tall enough to wave and show silky ripples of shade. Toward the end of this month or the beginning of April, plant-life is at its greatest height. FeAv have any just conception of its amazing richness. Count the flowers of any portion of these twenty hills, or of the bottom of the Hollow, among the streams: you Avill find that there are from one to ten thousand upon every square yard, counting the heads of Composite as single flowers. Yellow Composites form, by far, the greater portion of this goldy-way. Well may the sun feed them Avith his richest light, for these shining sunlets are his very children—rays of his ray, beams of his beam! One Avould fancy that these California days receive more gold from the ground than they give to it. The earth has indeed become a sky; and the two cloudless skies, raying toward each other flower-beams and sunbeams, are fused and congolded into one glowing heaven. By the end of April most of the Hollow plants have ripened their seeds and died; but, undecayed, still assist the landscape Avith color from persistent involucres and corolla-like heads of chaffy scales. In May, only a few deep-set lilies and Erigonums are left alive. June, July, August, and September are the season of plant-rest; followed, in October, by a most extraordinary outgush of plant- life, at the very driest time of the whole year. A small, unobtrusive plant, from six inches to three feet in height, with pale, glandular leaves, suddenly bursts into bloom, in patclies miles in extent, like a resurrection of the gold of April! I have counted upward of 3,000 heads upon one plant. Both leaves and pedicles are so small as to be nearly invisible among so vast a number of daisy golden-heads, that seem to keep their places unsupported, like stars in the sky. The heads are about five-eighths of an inch in diameter; rays and disk-flowers, yellow; stamens, purple. The rays have a rich, furred appearance, like the petals of garden pansies. The prevailing summer wind makes all the heads turn to the south-east. The waxy secretion of its leaves and involucres has suggested its grim name of tarweed, by which it is generally known. In our estimation, it is the most delightful member of the whole composite family of the plain. It remains in flower until November, uniting with an Erigomun that continues the floral chain across December to the spring plants of January. Thus, although nearly all of the year\u27s plant- life is crowded into February, March, and April, the flower circle around the TAventy Hill Hollow is never broken. The Hollow