The New North West

His daughter, Miss Sallie, now Mrs. Austin, of Arizona, was visiting in the city. Mrs. Gerber was playing the role of school ma'am at the N. E. A. convention. We met Robt. Miller at the mint. He has grown fleshy, and prefers to work for Uncle Sam to working for himself. Mrs. Miller is visiting with her daughter Minnie, now Mrs. Smith, of Oakland.

Miss Ada Foster, of Butte, was visiting Mrs. Lee W. Foster, of Oakland, having arrived a few days prior to the opening of Mills Seminary. Tom Newman and family reside in Santa Cruz, and have a nice home. Miss Nettie is one of the Santa Cruz teachers, the oldest boy is a car conductor, and the second son is about graduating. They enjoy meeting old Montana friends, and are in love with Santa Cruz, but any one would be who is able to claim the city as a home.

Mr. Tillaston is the resident Episcopal clergyman, and I forgot to mention that Mr. Blackiston, of Butte, officiated in Seattle the last Sunday I was there. Mr. Wyatt, of Sun River, resides in Oakland, but is now figuring on vine lands at Fresno. I met many other Montanians on the tramp on various parts of the coast, and occasionally I would seem to be absolutely among strangers, but rarely long before some familiar face would be met.

Judge Robert Ferrell, of San Francisco, a Democratic nominee for Congress, has a number of friends in Montana who will be pleased to learn that his election is among the certainties. R. B. Sanches, also known to many, is interested in the City Gas Works, and but little older looking than in 1865. Judge Geo. W. Tyler, of "Sharon-Hill" fame, was one of my first acquaintances in the State; then a rather slender, wiry man, is now hale and hearty, weighs over a tenth of a ton, and sometimes a full ton, they say. Although 64 years of age he is busy laying plans for the first quarter of the 20th century.

I was indebted to Sam Rosenbaum for various courtesies. He had a list of new stores on hand, and fearing that our climate might go back on us in the ice business took me down to one of the large factories where it is made. It is a simple process, but was mystery to me. Pipe is coiled in perpendicular columns about five feet apart throughout the length of a long enclosed building, and ammonia gas forced through them at high pressure. This absorbs the heat, and by continual spraying of water on the pipes the ice is rapidly formed in blocks around the pipes two to three feet thick and 20 to 30 feet square.

I omitted to mention the Stanford vineyard in the upper Sacramento, the largest in the world. The Sacramento & Red Bluff cars run for five miles through it, and in some places it is several miles wide. It is said that the entire four years' product of wine is still in the large wine vaults, none ever having been sold, and all this vast estate, including other varieties of fruit, has been placed in trust for the benefit of Leland Stanford Jr. University.

ADDISON SMITH.