This month we continue with some additional descriptions concerning our first sisters’ travel to and arrival in California. The letter sent by S. Leonarda to M. Cecilia was reproduced in S.Liguori Mason’s Manuscript History of the North American Mission.
But now I must tell you about the scenery. When we had said our prayers and taken our meals, we spent every minute contemplating and admiring the wonders of God in nature. . . . When we reached the Rocky Mountains, I could hardly force myself to say a word or to write a line. Looking out of the window, you could see the long train with double locomotive winding up and around the mountain . . . and when you reached one height there were so many other peaks visible to your delighted eye that really the majesty of God in His Creation seemed to overpower you, and this went on for hours and hours. . . . Very often the train forced its way up such narrow clefts that with outstretched hand one could touch the rocky walls which were all of various colours; white, red, black fringed with coal, copper with all sorts of metallic hues.
There were such wonderful flowers too in some places, and I was longing to have one stone and one bouquet of flowers, but in the places at which we stopped there were none!
At one time we had a descent of 2000 ft; on either side we saw a vast plateau covered with dust, sand, and salt. Orders were given to close all the windows unless we wished to be ill; and we soon perceived the effects of our neighbourhood in nose, throat, and mouth. Now we for hours, saw nothing but gray soil on which nothing grows save a little sage and the common pepper plant. . . . This desert stretches as far as the boundary of California; then you notice plants which are larger as you advance; then dwarf cypresses cover the heights, these become gradually of a larger type. Then fir trees and larch trees appear; a little later trees and shrubs of all kinds; the soil becomes reddish as we pass through beautiful ravines. Then orchards come in sight, with peach and lemon trees; and look!!! at the magnificent flowering rose bush, white oleanders, stately palm trees! Now one cry of admiration succeeds the other . . . . In the distance church spires leap into view . . . it is Sacramento!
The sisters were met by Father Godfrey and several ladies and children of the parish. They traveled in four car-riages for a short drive, for Sacramento is only about one fifth of the size of Buffalo. It is a clean, bright city and what with the balmy air and the blue sky overhead, the first im-pression is a most pleasing one. Upon arrival at their new home, they first visited the chapel and were greeted everywhere with fresh flowers, the like of which they had not seen in Buffalo! Lunch had been prepared and they enjoyed a feast of ham, fish, strawberries, peaches as large as oranges fresh from the Fathers’ garden; luscious grapes, purple and white, cakes of all kinds, delicious water, coffee, and good bread. A rosebud and fern lay at each Sisters’ place, and on the table were three beautiful bouquets of roses: I am telling you all this because I want you to know how very kind everybody is to us here.