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About noon we came out of the mountains upon the sea beach and overtook the postilion, who had stopped to rest his tired dogs. Our own being fresh, we again took the lead, and drew rapidly near to the valley of the Viliga.
For otherwise I must have had no dinner, being unpersuaded, even by that, to quit my survey of the valley.
For, of course, it was Leam Leam, who, since her return from school, alone and without companionship, was feverish often, and often impelled to escape into the open country from something that oppressed her down in the valley too painfully to be borne.
On the 29th, the ice being slack for a short distance, we shifted the Hecla half a mile to the northward, into a less insecure berth. I then walked to a broad valley facing the sea near us, where a considerable stream discharged itself, and where, in passing in the ships, a large fish had been observed to jump out of the water.
We spent nearly a week in that region, and were quite bewildered by the fabulous tales of recent discoveries, which at the time were confined to the several forks of the American and Yuba Rivers. All this time our horses had nothing to eat but the sparse grass in that region, and we were forced to work our way down toward the Sacramento Valley, or to see our animals perish.
Here again was a magnificent arch, such as formed the grand gateway to the valley, only in this instance it formed the dome of a cave instead of the span of a bridge. Venters passed onward and upward. The stones he dislodged rolled down with strange, hollow crack and roar.
From the little Idaho town in the valley below, which he viewed through the clearing before the cabin, his gaze came around to his father seated on the doorstep.
Clarence was a little puzzled by and did not quite like this newborn enthusiasm on the part of his comrade. True to their resolve, the young heads of the High Valley Ranch rode together to St. Helen's next day, ostensibly to get their letters; in reality to call on their late departed guests. They talked amicably as they went; but unconsciously each was watching the other's mood and speech.
An' then, if there's any way out o' this d n valley, we'll load up with dollars an' pull out for home." For my own part, I was not disposed to be either so doubtful as Rayburn or so sanguine as Young.
The cibolero himself, carrying his strange burden, once more sprang upon the back of his faithful steed. "Down the valley, master?" inquired Antonio. Carlos hesitated a moment as if deliberating. "No," replied he at length. "They would follow us that way. By the pass of La Nina. They will not suspect us of taking the cliff road. Lead on, Antonio: the chapparal path you know it best. On!"
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