VI. 



A FAT LITTLE EDITOR AND THEEE 

 LITTLE "BROWNS." 



Mount Sinai, Heart of the Sierras this 

 place is one mile east and a little less than 

 one mile perpendicular from the hot, dusty 

 and dismal little railroad town down on 

 the rocky banks of the foaming and tum- 

 bling Sacramento River. Some of the old 

 miners are down there still still working 

 on the desolate old rocky bars with rock- 

 ers. They have been there, some of them, 

 for more than thirty years. A few of them 

 have little orchards, or vineyards, on the 

 steep, overhanging hills, but there is no 

 home life, no white women to speak of, as 

 yet. The battered and gray old miners are 

 poor, lonely and discouraged, but they are 

 honest, stout-hearted still, and of a much 

 higher type than those that hang about the 

 towns. It is hot down on the river too 



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