Off the Sierra Santa Cruz 



When this arises the fleet sweeps down the bay often 

 with the alignment of an army, covering every section 

 of water where the salmon are liable to be found, 

 and reaping a big daily harvest of large fish. 



The bay is now covered with white-caps, the strong 

 west winds bowling in big patches of high fog, the 

 whistling buoy is complaining, and the day is over for 

 salmon, at least off Soquel, and by one o'clock I am 

 far up the winding river in the Santa Cruz range, 

 where the odors of bay fill the air and the rich tints 

 of giant sequoias paint the slopes in ever varying 

 beauty and are in truth semper virens. 



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