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resemble the other desperadoes, you have a comfortable 

 remembrance that but a few days ago they were orderly 

 and respected citizens, that they still possess bank accounts 

 and have reputations to maintain. But soon you begin to 

 realize that some of these old friends are not quite the 

 companions you would have chosen for the woods. Your 

 friendship is perhaps more superficial than you thought 

 it, or is based upon some common interest which is absent 

 here, and while it costs you something to admit it, they 

 jar upon you. And then you discover that the unshaven 

 gentleman in spotted khaki with a scratch on his nose has 

 seen the same beauty and thought the same thought that 

 you have, and you know he is a kindred soul, though you 

 don't like to acknowledge the kinship. 



As day after day passes, and you learn to waive cere- 

 mony and accept the easy comradeship of the trail, you 

 find that the bearded ruffian is a learned scientist, the un- 

 tidy girl in the strange bonnet is an artist of promise, and 

 the neat man in khaki who quotes Shakespeare is one of 

 the packers, and you begin to distrust your powers of dis- 

 crimination. At last you make the discovery that you 

 yourself look as queer as your neighbor. You are a 

 Sierran by that time, body and soul, ready to find your 

 place in the socialist's Utopia which you inhabit for a few 

 short weeks. You learn to stand in line behind a packer 

 and see him helped first to the dishes of which you mean 

 to partake; and when Charley Tuck, the canny heathen 

 cook, stops his horse beside you as your weary feet plod 

 along the trail, and opening a blackened tin bucket in- 

 quires blandly, " You like-a ham-bone ? " you accept the 

 offered delicacy with grateful effusiveness. 



But, strange to say, even in this democratic society 



