/// the Sierra 



is being kept up. With care good bread 

 may be made in this way, though it is liable 

 to be burned or to be sour, or raised too 

 much, and the weight of the oven is a se- 

 rious objection. 



At last Don Delaney comes doon the 

 lang glen, hunger vanishes, we turn our 

 eyes to the mountains, and to-morrow we 

 go climbing toward cloudland. 



Never while anything is left of me shall 

 this first camp be forgotten. It has fairly 

 grown into me, not merely as memory 

 pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and 

 body alike. The deep hopper-like hollow, 

 with its majestic trees through which all 

 the wonderful nights the stars poured their 

 beauty. The flowery wildness of the high 

 steep slope toward Brown's Flat, and its 

 bloom-fragrance descending at the close of 

 the still days. The embowered river-reaches 

 with their multitude of voices making mel- 

 ody, the stately flow and rush and glad ex- 

 ulting onsweeping currents caressing the 



