My First Summer 



of the corral one by one, this morning, and 

 counted, and strange to say, after all their 

 long, adventurous wanderings in bewilder- 

 ing rocks and brush and streams, scattered 

 by bears, poisoned by azalea, kalmia, alkali, 

 all are accounted for. Of the two thousand 

 and fifty that left the corral in the spring 

 lean and weak, two thousand and twenty- 

 five have returned fat and strong. The losses 

 are : ten killed by bears, one by a rattle- 

 snake, one that had to be killed after it had 

 broken its leg on a boulder slope, and one 

 that ran away in blind terror on being acci- 

 dentally separated from the flock, thir- 

 teen all told. Of the other twelve doomed 

 never to return, three were sold to ranch- 

 men and nine were made camp mutton. 



Here ends my forever memorable first 

 High Sierra excursion. I have crossed the 

 Range of Light, surely the brightest and 

 best of all the Lord has built ; and rejoicing 

 in its glory, I gladly, gratefully, hopefully 

 pray I may see it again. 



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