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BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.
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Willing to oblige a friend at all times. I gave merely the simple facts, without displayed headings as comments, and all was lovely

The camp at last is quiet; the last story has been told, and the tellers, one by one, all save myself, have dropped off into the arms of sleep. All is silence in the mountains. Not a breath of breeze disturbs the foliage of the trees, and outside the camp not a living object is to be seen. The moon, which had risen over the eastern mountains, floods valley and hill, forest and mountain, with golden light, beautifying and glorifying the whole landscape with its touch. The glassy green leaves of the great madroño overhead or low and glisten in the moonlight like a cascade of molten silver, and the dark laurels beyond the canon are transformed into a golden-foliaged grove, such as glitter, rank on rank, by the banks of the rivers of Paradise

A dog which accompanied us on the expedition raises his head from time to time, and peers furtively into the dense chaparral, uttering a low, uneasy whine. His ears are sharper than ours, and he is conscious of the presence of an enemy unknown to us. Suddenly he springs to his feet, and, darting past the dying fire to the edge of the chaparral, utters a wild, angry bark, and in an instant a heavy body goes crashing away through the bushes, with a long, sharp "Yap-yap-yap-yah-hoo-ooo!" From the hillside above, from the canon in the shadow below, from rock and glen, and glade and chaparral, comes a quick response; and for