In the Sierra 



surrounded by a hedge-like growth of cea- 

 nothus chaparral. Carlo knew what I was 

 about, and eagerly followed the scent until 

 we came up to them, huddled in a timid, si- 

 lent bunch. They had evidently been here all 

 night and all the forenoon, afraid to go out 

 to feed. Having escaped restraint, they were, 

 like some people we know of, afraid of their 

 freedom, did not know what to do with it, 

 and seemed glad to get back into the old 

 familiar bondage. 



June 1 8. Another inspiring morning, 

 nothing better in any world can be con- 

 ceived. No description of Heaven that I 

 have ever heard or read of seems half so 



me. At noon the clouds occupied about 

 .05 of the sky, white filmy touches drawn 



lelicately on the azure. 



The high ridges and hilltops beyond 

 the woolly locusts are now gay with mon- 



irdella, clarkia, coreopsis, and tall tufted 

 grasse?, some of them tall enough to wave 

 like pines. The lupines, of which there are 

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