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tent we found our friend, and shelter, of which 

 we were glad, as rain was beginning to fall and 

 soon came down in torrents, swelling the little 

 brook near the tents to a roaring stream. 



April 8th. After being delayed by rain, our 

 trio started for Don Pedro's Bar, eight miles down 

 the Tuolomne. The country to look at is most 

 beautiful, and our short walk was one of pleasure 

 and admiration. 



April gth. This morning we crossed the river 

 and after a trot of about five miles came to the 

 canon. I made my way to the lower end called 

 Indian Bluff and my sketch was finished by prob- 

 ably five o'clock; but having no watch I cannot 

 tell. Here I saw the nests of the California vul- 

 ture, but on the opposite side of the river, now an 

 impassable torrent. 



The country on the south side of this river, 

 where we are, is very hilly, the soil tolerable, and 

 the trees still post-oak. We leave for Stockton 

 tomorrow. 



April lOth. The road was pleasant on our way 

 back to Green Springs and for a mile further, and 

 when evening came we pitched our "line" tent, 

 and commenced cooking our supper. We had a 

 California hare, a mallard and a plover, all killed 

 out of season, but food we must have. Howard 

 boasted of his coffee, Layton is the baker of the 

 mess, whilst I parboiled my slices of pork to rid 



