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all our labor. So much snow and rock work and the difficulty 

 of two passes over 12,000 feet each had caused a weariness that 

 induced sleep instantly. 



Now, although the downy couch of the city had supplanted 

 the rocky cradle of the wilderness, the poppy-crowned goddess 

 approaches with a greater deliberation. In that interval there 

 sometimes flashes on my mind something seen on that trip to 

 Bearpaw, and especially on Deer Creek. And if I dream, it is 

 not of a great highway from New York to San Francisco, won- 

 derful as that would be, but of a mere trail instead. It runs by 

 way of Deer Creek, and its pilgrims saunter upward from the 

 solemnity of the Giant Forest to the grandeur of the Big 

 Arroyo. 



