270 THE MOUNTAINS OF CALIFORNIA 



out and keeping one another company through the 

 hard time as best they could. 



When I arrived at the village about sundown, the 

 good people bestirred themselves, pitying my be 

 draggled condition as if I were some benumbed cast 

 away snatched from the sea, while I, in turn, warm 

 with excitement and reeking like the ground, pitied 

 them for being dry and defrauded of all the glory 

 that Nature had spread round about them that day. 



