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Wingate, his three friends; a little group, augon The women and the children stood aloof,--sunbonneted women,

brown, some with new-born trail babes in aron band stood aliven hostages to fortune, and were

resolved for California A cheer arose from these

"Who wants my plow?" demanded a stalwart farmer, from Indiana,her this fur into

this damned desert I'll trade her fer a shovel and make one more try

fer my folks back home"

He loosed the wires which had bound the ion all these weary round and he left it there

"Do soold and drop your plow

Gold don't last, but the soil does Ahead of you is the Huon road over the et that far The

road down Mary's River is a real gah

and make roads--yes; but where are the women and the children to stay?

Think twice, ate spoke solemnly

"Roll out! Roll out!" mocked the man who had abandoned his plow "This

way for Californy!"

The council ended in turmoil, where hitherto had been no ave way to restless

uebrush plain in the high desert there was not an individual who