In the Sierra 



of the orators has probably settled or been 

 blown away by this time. Here every day 

 is a holiday, a jubilee ever sounding with 

 serene enthusiasm, without wear or waste or 

 cloying weariness. Everything rejoicing. 

 Not a single cell or crystal unvisited or for- 

 gotten. 



July 6.- -Mr. Delaney has not arrived, 

 and the bread famine is sore. We must eat 

 mutton a while longer, though it seems hard 

 to get accustomed to it. I have heard of 

 Texas pioneers living without bread or any- 

 thing made from the cereals for months 

 without suffering, using the breast-meat of 

 wild turkeys for bread. Of this kind they 

 had plenty in the good old days when life, 

 though considered less safe, was fussed over 

 the less. The trappers and fur traders of 

 early days in the Rocky Mountain regions 

 lived on bison and beaver meat for months. 

 Salmon-eaters, too, there are among both 

 Indians and whites who seem to suffer little 

 or not at all from the want of bread. Just 



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