My First Summer 



locked, and that the landlord was away, 

 but I might find the landlady, Mrs. Hutch- 

 ings, in the parlor. I entered in a sad state 

 of embarrassment, and after I had waited in 

 the big, empty room and knocked at several 

 doors the landlady at length appeared, and 

 in reply to my question said she rather 

 thought Professor Butler was in the val- 

 ley, but to make sure, she would bring the 

 register from the office. Among the names 

 of the last arrivals I soon discovered the 

 Professor's familiar handwriting, at the sight 

 of which bashfulness vanished ; and having 

 learned that his party had gone up the val- 

 ley, probably to the Vernal and Nevada 

 Falls, I pushed on in glad pursuit, my 

 heart now sure of its prey. In less than an 

 hour I reached the head of the Nevada 

 Canon at the Vernal Fall, and just out- 

 side of the spray discovered a distinguished- 

 looking gentleman, who, like everybody else 

 I have seen to-day, regarded me curiously 

 as I approached. When I made bold to in- 

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