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Title: The mountains of California
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Muir, John, 1838-1914
Subjects: Sierra Nevada (Calif. and Nev.) California -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York The Century
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Mexico, hisfather Irish, his mother Spanish. He had been aminer, rancher, prospector, hunter, etc., ramblingalways, and wearing his life away in mere waste;but now he was going to settle down. His pastlife, he said, was of no account, but the futurewas promising. He was going to make moneyand marry a Spanish woman. People mine herefor water as for gold. He had been runninga tunnel into a spm- of the mountain back of hiscabin. My prospect is good, he said, and if Ichance to strike a good, strong flow, I 11 soon beworth $5000 or $10,000. For that flat out there,referring to a small, irregular patch of boulderydetritus, two or three acres in size, that had beendeposited by Eaton Creek during some flood sea-son,—that flat is large enough for a nice orange-grove, and the bank behind the cabin will do for avineyard, and after watering rfiy own trees andvines I will have some water left to sell to myneighbors below me, down the valley. And then,he continued, I can keep bees, and make money
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A BEE-PASTURE ON THE MORAINE DESERT. SPANISH BAYONET. 376 THE MOUNTAINS OF CALIFORNIA that way, too, for the mountains above here arejust full of honey in the summer-time, and one ofmy neighbors down here says that he will let mehave a whole lot of hives, on shares, to start with.You see I ve a good thing; I m all right now.All this prospective affluence in the sunken,boulder-choked flood-bed of a mountain-stream!Leaving the bees out of the count, most fortune-seekers would as soon think of settling on thesummit of Mount Shasta. Next morning, wishingmy hopeful entertainer good luck, I set out on myshaggy excuision. About half an hours walk above the cabin, Icame to The Fall, famous throughout the valleysettlements as the finest yet discovered in the SanGabriel Mountains. It is a charming little thing,with a low, sweet voice, singing like a bird, as itpours from a notch in a short ledge, some thirty-five or forty feet into a round mirror-pool. Theface of the cliff back of it, and on bo

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