Davis said--"That is the quickest sale I ever made, and here the man is ready to go.

I defy any one to beat it." Before sun down I was two or three miles on my way back where I found some grass and camped for the night, picketed the animals, ate some of Mr.Davis' grub for supper, and arranged a bed of saddle blankets.

I arrived at camp the next day about sun down.
Next day I went on up the divide and found a house on the trail leading farther east, where two men lived, but they seemed to be doing nothing.
There were no mines and miners near there, and there seemed to be very little travel on the trail.

The fellows looked rough, and I suspected they might be bad characters.

The stream they lived near was afterward called Bloody Run, and there were stories current that blood had been shed there.
Here was a section of comparatively level land, for the mountain divide, and a fine spring of good cold water, all surrounded by several hundred acres of the most magnificent sugar pines California ever raised, very large, straight as a candle, and one hundred feet or more to the lowest limbs.