In the Sierra 



out the path marked with little piles of 

 stones, on seeing which he called his com- 

 panion, saying that the way was found ; 

 but he did not yet recognize me. Then I 



stood directly in front of him, looked him 



j 



in the face, and held out my hand. He 

 thought I was offering to assist him in 

 rising. "Never mind," he said. Then I said, 

 "Professor Butler, don't you know me?' 

 "I think not,'' he replied; but catching 

 my eye, sudden recognition followed, and 

 astonishment that I should have found him 

 just when he was lost in the brush and 

 did not know that I was within hundreds 

 of miles of him. "John Muir, John Muir, 

 where have you come from ? ' Then I told 

 him the story of my feeling his presence 

 when he entered the valley last evening, 

 when he was four or five miles distant, as 

 I sat sketching on the North Dome. This, 

 of course, only made him wonder the more. 

 Below the foot of the Vernal Fall the guide 

 was waiting with his saddle-horse, and I 



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