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Show 148 BY PATH AND TRAIL. wooden church thatched with tule rushes, a blacksmith shop, storehouses and outbuildings for the men. On the night of November 5, 1775, the mission was attacked by the savages. No intimation, no warning or provocation was given. They swooped down upon the unsuspecting Spaniards, slaughtered Father Jaume and four others and burned the buildings, including the church. Father Fustre, who fortunately escaped the massacre, wrote an interesting account of the murder of the priest and the destruction of the mission. The fol lowing year the mission was restored, and, in 1834, when the fathers were driven out by Mexican bandits, calling themselves the Eepublic of Mexico, the Indians were all Christians and civilized. His old mission of " Our Lady of Sorrows," at San Diego, was destroyed during the Mexican war, but some crumbling walls yet remain, eloquent memorials of the romantic past. The few acres of land and the buildings on them, which were confiscated and sold to a Mexican politician, were recovered for the church in 1856. Beside the dear old church there is now an industrial school, where the Indian children, from the reservations of Southern California, are trained and taught by the Sis ters of St. Joseph. To this little farm belongs the dis tinction of protecting the first olive trees planted on the continent of North America. Three miles above the school, the old dam built by the fathers and their Indian converts 125 years ago, is still in existence. From this dam, through a deep and ugly ravine, they carried an aqueduct of tiles imbedded in mortar and rubble to irri gate their gardens. The gnarled old orchard, still bear ing its fruit, is as luscious as in the days when the " old mission " brands of pickled olives and olive oil were fa- |