Excerpt from The Bells of Capistrano: And Other Romances of the Spanish Days in California And hear a story of its old-time splendor, When all the land along the coast was Spanish, Save the wild natives bivouacked in the forests? Then turn thy steps to San Juan Capistrano, Go there by moonlight, almost any season, There is no Winter in that golden climate, Where blooms the rose in April or December. There by the waters of the great Pacific. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.