In the Sierra 



out the path marked with little piles of 

 stones, on seeing which he called his com- 

 panion, saying that the way was found ; 

 but he did not yet recognize me. Then I 

 stood directly in front of him, looked him 

 in the face, and held out my hand. He 

 thought I was offering to assist him in 

 rising. "Never mind," he said. Then I said, 

 "Professor Butler, don't you know me?" 

 " I think* not," he replied ; but catching 

 my eye, sudden recognition followed, and 



istonishment that I should have found him 

 just when he was lost in the brush and 



[id not know that I was within hundreds 



>f miles of him. "John Muir, John Muir, 

 where have you come from ? " Then I told 



lim the story of my feeling his presence 

 hen he entered the valley last evening, 

 when he was four or five miles distant, as 

 sat sketching on the North Dome. This, 



>f course, only made him wonder the more. 

 Below the foot of the Vernal Fall the guide 

 was waiting with his saddle-horse, and I 

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