A Mr. Fitzgerald, owning a large grove about a mile west, similarly located, took the hint and obtained quite a favorable result. When visiting these groves in 1894, almost the first thing Mr. Fitzgerald wanted to show me was his bountiful supply of spring water, tapped from the side of the mountain. These hints and cases are related as suggestions to any reader who may wish to better his water supply. Don’t go into the low ground for it, but tap the hills and high lands, where all the fountains of the earth are in abundance. In Southern California three seasons out of four the plains and valley lands become too dry for pasturage of cattle and horses and bands of sheep, and a general hegira is made toward the mountains. While the Winter rains swell the streams running to the coast, filling their banks with rushing waters, by May and June a buggy can be hauled through every stream from San Francisco to San Diego without wetting the hubs of the wheels. The small streams are all dried up, and water for stock rare to find. As you go toward the mountains you meet the series of foothills like inverted bowls, the tops of which show growth of bulrushes and fleur de lis. At the foot of the hills will be found some of the drippings from the streams starting farther back. As these hills rise in groups, higher and higher toward the mountains, the green tops show more and more, and the streams increase in volume, affording good fishing for trout. Standing on the tops of these sugar loaf formations in the grazing season, one is reminded of Abraham’s herds of cattle on a thousand hills, to be seen as far as the eye can reach. In southern Minnesota is a long range of highlands thrown up, which they term a mountain chain, but scarcely anywhere is there an upheaval of rocks or any ledges. Over this range every Spring and Fall season will be seen thousands of flocks of ducks, brant, wild geese and sand hill cranes. The springs do not gush out in streams as from rocky formations, but ooze up into great mounds, frequently involving an acre or more, like a great conical sponge, up the side of which you can walk, the water gushing out under every footstep, giving an impression that you may sink in all the way to the top, where you will find an open spring several feet across, the water from which seems to be absorbed by this spongy mound of earth and vegetation, so that a stream rarely runs away. This ridge being the highest land in sight, where does this water come from? In a country surrounding which, it is necessary to carry water in kegs for the dogs to drink when hunting over it.