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Elizabeth Lake is an attractive place to live here near the Mojave Desert, which lies just over Portal Ridge in front of the distant Tehachapi Mountains.
Elizabeth Lake
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Augusta J. Crocheron, on Lytle Creek west of San Bernardino:

"One pleasant morning I was searching through garden paths for roses for the breakfast table, when the air seemed to hold still, not a breath stirring. I heard a far off smothered, rumbling sound, that I scarcely noticed, for I thought I was growing dizzy, and not understanding why I should feel so, I started for the house. As I stepped across a narrow stream, the opposite bank seemed first to recede from me, then instantly to heave upward against my feet. As this threw me from my equilibrium, the water emptied out on either bank, and hearing an Indian's voice in loud supplication, I turned and saw our Lothario on his knees, the ground rising and falling in billows around him. At the same instant I saw my parents and sisters clinging to large trees, whose branches lashed the ground, birds flew irregularly through the air shrieking, horses screamed, cattle fell bellowing on their knees, even the domestic feathered tribe were filled with consternation. Voices of all creatures, the rattling of household articles, the cracking of boards, the falling of bricks, the splashing of water in wells, the falling of rocks in the mountains and the artillery-like voice of the earthquake, and even that awful sound of the earth rending open—all at once, all within a few seconds, with the skies darkened and the earth rising and falling beneath the feet—were the work of an earthquake. It passed—we rejoined each other, thankful that life was spared, and looked around with trembling, upon the scene, where utmost terror had reigned. Said father, it is scarcely time to congratulate ourselves, another shock may occur in half an hour. In suspense we waited, and it came. Then the skies cleared, the air moved with cool, swift wings, the stream ran clear, and the earthquake's spell had passed. When we ventured to walk around at a little distance from the house, we found, about twenty rods away, a rift in the solid ground, a foot wide, a hundred feet long, and so dark and deep, we feared even to measure it."

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