Reynolds gave me a letter to old Hance; he's the man that watches to see that no one carries the hole away.

Then I'm going to take a turn over the Mohave desert into Southern California.

I'm due at the Yosemite Valley about a year from next fall.

I'll come back over the divide by way of Salt Lake." He was on his feet, and his eyes were glowing.

He seemed to have forgotten all women in the sweep of his imaginative journey.
"Oh, that will be grand! How will you do it ?" "On old Kintuck, if his legs don't wear off." "How will you live ?" "Forage where I can.