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               with  its long slender leaves glimmering in the sun  (it was
               the species of which white sugar     is made).   Nearer to
               the bluff were the orchards with a great variety of fruit
               trees, too many to enumerate.   But though these trees were
               too numerous to specify, I will not forget to identify my fa-
               vorite trees, the ones that bore my best liked fruits. These
               were visited more frequently by me than the rest, when in
               season, and sometimes before—then hard punishment was
               administered, invariably accompanied with the unsavory cas-
               tor oil.  I can see the immense apricot trees—thickly cov-
               ered with their glossy verdure, sprinkled over, as it seemed,
               with round, mellow, golden fruit, they made an admirably
               beautiful sight to rest one’s eyes upon as they stood to the
               left of the principal avenue that led into the orchard, while
               numbers of mocking birds filled the air with their wondrous
               songs.   Then the delicious aroma of the peaches would
               draw me on—they were not large, nor attractive, but oh,
               how sweet, as were all the fruits the missionaries brought
               with them   to  Alta  California!  There were   rosy-cheeked
               pears, de San Juan (St. John), so called as they ripen about
               the 24th of June,   St. John’s day.   There were oranges,
               lemons, sweet   limes,  citrons, walnuts, pomegranates,  al-
               monds, apples, mulberry trees, plums!      The Mission  figs
               when so ripe that their skins crack, are rich, but have never
               seemed as good to me as when I ate them sitting on a high,
               stout branch  of  the  tree hidden by the huge    protecting
               leaves.  There were long rows of these trees along the bor-
               der of the zanja (water ditch)   that ran along the foot of
               the bluff.  Nearby was the flower garden, where the white
               and pink moss roses, lilacs, snowballs and hollyhocks tow-
               ered  above the   lilies,  verbenas,  marigolds,  violets and
               daisies. In some parts along the zanja there were real thickets
               of sweet-scented Rosas de Castilla and other kinds of roses.
               Here and there a bed of azafran   (saffron), another of anis
               (anise) and flax.
                   There were two baths by the side of the zanja,      one,
               near the house, and the other in   la huerta de medio   (the
               middle orchard)  .  The baths were made of wood lined with
               tin.  The water from the zanja    filled the baths by means
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