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28 THE MAID OF THE MOUNTAIN. every hand. There could not have been more. than three acres of bottom land in the vale, and this was carpeted with soft green grass, contrasting oem wd om the rugged, gray peaks which rose on every’side. It was one of those silvati pots whieh i nathre seems to de- light in producing and ——— ‘amid ‘savage scenery, like the oases of the desert, mié ful “for the contrast.’ On the west of this valley @ stream rolled down @ deep ravine, and plunged from the rocks in a sheet sixty feet im hight. Prom the base of the cliff the little stream crossed thé valléy, and escaped through one of the passes on the other side. ‘Bxcla- mations’ 6f surprisé escaped the lips of the rangers, who’had never visited this’ lovely spot. ® a vol ania oamd gs “ Say, cap.,” said one ned ~~ band, pe we camp’ — don't we?” fm i963 tom “Yes, Bangor; eo to —— the 2 He Toming’T don’t wonder that you ‘say you Would like to live always in California. There is no'such scenery as this anywhere in the world. Asl¢ that fellow how far we are from the haunts of these robbers” vt bh mo ai sonia Elliot repeated the question. — - «1s two miles away,” replied De Casto, “Shall we go on now? “No,” said the captain; “we camp. “Tar wim , Tom- my ;. and have'oné ‘of the boys tie him Up again.“ T've ino notion of havin one of’ that kind loose after ‘we have strapped him up by the thtmbs. Look out for him, wre a wcpanenipeed be"B0a, Ml “ op co bpm cg he’ do cra yn teil ing” tae aay ‘Te- vengelh oils! @¥eey’ ae at Citak no “mote of putting a — lato man than oe ‘ suit 146 dt i’ tattoo head i he w of an excuse. Billy Mason has got ‘hi 1 lide. ted T pity the Merican if he ever draws « ead ot ha comlicloooks.con