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Title: Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Gladding, Effie Price
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Roads
Publisher: New York : Brentano's
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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me process as the oyster pearl, the animal throwing out a secretion at the point where it is irritated. The result is a blister on the smooth lining of the shell which when cut out and polished shows beautiful coloring, rang-ing from satiny yellow to changing greens. Wespent an hour in wandering about the canning fac-tory, looking over heaps of cast-off shells, admiring their beautiful lining, and choosing some to carrywith us across country to a far distant home. That many of the shells had had marketable blisters was shown by little squares cut in the lining. Another drive was that across Salinas Valley, through the bright and prosperous town of Salinas, up the steep San Juan grade, where one may eat luncheon on a green slope commanding a lovely view, and down into the little old town of San Juan, where stands the mission of San Juan Baptista, with its long cloisters still intact. Next to the ISIis-sion is an open square which is said to have been the scene of bull fights in the old Spanish days.
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1. Spanish Governor's House at San Juan. 2. San Juan Batista Mission

BY THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY 33 A day was spent in driving over the Salinas road and the Rancho del Monte road, on through a lovely vaUey, up over the mountain along a shelf-like road, and down into Carmel Valley; then along another mountain road by a stream, and up againto the lush meadows of a private ranch twelve hun-dred feet above the sea. We left the car at the footof the hill and drove in a farm wagon to the ranchhouse. We visited the vineyard on a sunny slopeback of the house, so sheltered that grapes growby the ton. We climbed into heav)^ Mexican saddles, ornately stamped, with high pommeland back, and rode astride sturdy horses oversteep rounding hills through thick grass to viewpoints where we could look do^n on Carmel Valley and off to the silvery sea. As we retraced ourjourney in the afternoon sunlight, a bobcat cameout from the forest and trotted calmly ahead of us. A beautiful deer ran along the stream, his ears mov-ing with alarm, his eyes watching us with fear andwonder. A gr

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