reached the rim of a bench in the mountain. Here
he stopped and motioned the Prince to approach, after
he had looked back intently into the camp and taken
sight by some pines that stood before him.
The Prince rode up to the boy and dismounted; when he had done so, the little fellow lifted three fingers, looked excited, and pointed down upon the old cabin. It was more than a mile away, nearly a mile below; but the sun was pitching directly down upon it, and all things stood out clear and large as life.
Three men rode quickly up to the cabin, leaned from their mules and read the inscription. The leader now dismounted, kicked open the door and entered. It does not take long to search a cabin, without a loft or even a bed to hide under, and the man did not remain a great while within.
Without even taking pains to close the door, to keep out coyotes and other things, as miners do, so that cabins may be habitable for some way farer, or fortune-hunters who may not have a house of their own, he hastily mounted and led the party down to the next cabin below.
The miners were evidently at breakfast, for the man leaned from his saddle and shouted two or three times before any one came out.
The door opened, and a very tall, black-bearded hairy man came forth, and walked up before the man leaning from his mule.
What was said I do riot know, but the bare headed, hairy man pointed with his long arm up the
