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Mt. Hanna

Mrs. Jacob Rideout, 1889

The next morning we began to climb Mt. Hanna. We do not know why it received this name, but as it immediately adjoins the lofty Uncle Sam that stands erect with his head often bathed in the nimbus clouds near three-quarters of a mile above the shimmering lake that slumbers at his feet, we wondered why it was not called Aunt Hanna. . . .

Although while on Mt. Hanna we were below the shoulders of Uncle Sam, we nevertheless had a fine view of the country that lay before and so far beneath us. . . .

It is true from this mountain we could not see all the lake because it is about thirty-five miles long and varying in width from four to fifteen miles, yet we could look down on the center and broadest portion of this beautiful sheet of water. And while one of its arms extended north among little hills and valleys, and fertile farms, where the wild flower blooms and the tule waves, where peaches and plums ripen in the shade of the oak, where the snowy sheep and the hunted deer are near neighbors and graze on the same ground, the other arm was thrown around the waist of Uncle Sam.

Lake County has been called the Switzerland of America, and certainly no spot on this continent is more deserving of the significant title.

Besides the striking resemblance of climate, Clear Lake is near the size and form of Geneva, while the wonderful chain of Blue Lakes possess a striking resemblance to the blue Thun and Brienz and also the Lucerne.

And then the valleys enclosed by mountain walls, mostly small 'tis true, but even in midwinter they are carpeted with green grass and strewn with delicate flowers and in summer yielding burdens of wheat, alfalfa and fruit.

If we compare Big Valley, Scotts Valley, and Bachelor Valley with Chamouni, Zermatt, and Grindewald of Switzerland, we will find that the former are not very much surpassed by the latter in any respect.

Lake county, no doubt, has a promising future, because it is not yet thoroughly known that its peculiar combination of lake and valley and mountain and forest atmosphere is a balm for nearly all diseases, while among its hundreds of medicinal springs any invalid may find, if not a permanent cure, at least a speedy relief.

At Witter Springs, one mile east of Blue Lakes and about six miles north of Clear Lake, is a bright little fountain, called the "Dead Shot," that has been known to cure a number of cancers, so wonderful is its blood cleansing power.

At the foot of Aunt Hanna we entered the village of Kelseyville, which stands half hidden by trees on the bank of a large flowing stream. Here, after traveling, perhaps, six hundred miles from our starting point, we behold scenery nearly equal to any on which we had looked in all our journey.

In the center of this town is an immense oak, which is far the largest we have ever seen.

Here is a gas well, into which if you drop on a dark night a lighted shaving, a bright blaze will spring up to light the streets.

Here is the best steam organ factory we have ever visited. It is filling the mountains and valleys with sweetest music and pouring its golden notes into many an humble home.

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