The boulevard is crossed and’the town left behind us. Quickly we .reach the Arroyo, its bed green with shrubs and trees and we notice a goodly stream rushing along its boulder-strewn bed in mad haste to wed the placid Santa Ana. It is the waste water from the big pipe line. The mesa is dry now and the luxuriant herbage and the carpet of many lined flowers that covered it a few months ago are gone but it is still grown over thinly with the variegated foliage of drouth resisting herbs. As we approach Rincon the mesa becomes rolling in character and in a few minutes we pass an old burying ground on the left, an unfinished reservoir on the rijjht and then the road angles down a steep bank and the town is before us. In a minute more we have halted in front of the Pioneer store of John Noble. Mr. Noble is an old settler having come here nearly thirty years ago. He has sold goods to the. people of this region for many years, and is postmaster ujideir the present regime.