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for our arrival somewhere. So when the end of the point 

 had at last been reached and the tedious search began 

 through the large monolithic rocks and the manzanita for 

 some traces of habitation, his patience exploded. ''Don't 

 you know this rock? Don't you know this tree? Don't 

 you know this point? Don't you know where the hotel 

 is ? Don't you know anything f'' And the botanist through 

 sheer brain fag dreamily ^answered, "What hotel?" In- 

 deed, so many were the points on the end of State Line 

 Point that by the time all had been searched over the 

 last remnant of the night was passing. The hotel grounds 

 were finally found by following a fallen wire, but the 

 Californian was fain to plunge into the barn for fear that 

 the hotel might not be just beyond. 



Round the wide hotel porch we. tramped, when the 

 botanist came to himself and readily discovered the door. 

 Our shouts through the empty building were answered 

 only by the roar of the surf. Everything below had been 

 dismantled. Every stove had been deprived of a section 

 of its pipe. Only a box of apples and some pine nuts 

 offered a welcome. Above, the beds were intact, and into 

 these we crept with sodden garments cast aside, content 

 to solve the problem of putting them on again when we 

 should awake. In this mood we fell asleep, the Cali- 

 fornian and the botanist each with an apple at his lips. 



In the waking moments following refreshing sleep we 

 formed many plans of escape from our isolation before 

 apprehension should be felt for our safety. 



But our troubles were over. In our second search of 

 the premises our good angel, William Williston, the 

 keeper, was found in his quarters down the avenue, and 

 clad in nondescript summer garments, the party was 

 bounteously fed and entertained until it broke up the 

 following day. The intervening time was spent on foot 

 and in boat traversing the shores of Agate and Crystal 

 bays, enjoying the roll of the waves. In the evening we 

 sailed back along the scene of the previous night's wan- 

 derings to obtain the abandoned outfit. Beautiful was 

 the distant sweep of moonlit mountains and the shadows 



