I 



In the Sierra 



wished, care being taken only to keep them 

 headed toward the summit of the Merced 

 and Tuolumne divide. Soon the two thou- 

 sand flattened paunches were bulged out with 

 sweet-pea vines and grass, and the gaunt, 

 desperate creatures, more like wolves than 





DIVIDE BETWEEN THE TUOLUMNE AND THE MERCED, 

 BELOW HAZEL GREEN 



sheep, became bland and governable, while 

 the howling drivers chanjed to gentle shep- 

 herds, and sauntered in peace. 



Toward sundown we reached Hazel 

 Green, a charming spot on the summit of 

 the dividing ridge between the basins of the 



