side to the spring he
was seeking.

When he reached the trail, he paused to take breath and wipe the
blinding beads of sweat from his eyes before he cautiously swung
himself over the bank into it. A single misstep here would have sent him
headlong to the tops of pine-trees a thousand feet below. Holding his
pail in one hand, with the other he steadied himself by clutching the
ferns and brambles at his side, and at last reached the spring--a niche
in the mountain side with a ledge scarcely four feet wide. He had merely
accomplished the ordinary gymnastic feat performed by the members of the
Eureka Company four or five times a day! But the day was exceptionally
hot. He held his wrists to cool their throbbing pulses in the clear,
cold stream that gurgled into its rocky basin; he threw the water over
his head and shoulders; he swung his legs over the ledge and let the
overflow fall on his dusty shoes and ankles. Gentle and delicious rigors
came over him. He sat with half closed eyes looking across the dark
olive depths of the canyon between him and the opposite mountain. A hawk
was swinging lazily above it, apparently within a stone's throw of him;
he knew it was at least a mile away. Thirty feet above him ran the stage
road; he could hear quite distinctly the slow thud of hoofs, the dull
jar of harness, and the labored creaking of the Pioneer Coach as it
crawled up the long ascent, part of which he had just passed. He thought
of it,--a slow drifting cloud of dust and heat, as he had often seen
it, abandoned by even its passengers, who sought shelter in the wayside
pines as they toiled behind it to the summit,--and hugged himself in
the grateful shadows of the spring. It had passed out of hearing and
thought, he had turned to fill his pail, when he was startled by a
shower of dust and gravel from the road above, and the next moment he
was thrown violently down, blinded and pinned against the ledge by the
fall of some heavy body on his back and shoulders. His last flash of
consciousness was that he had been struck by a sack of flour slipped
from the pack of some passing mule.

How long he remained unconscious he never knew. It was probably
not long, for his chilled hands and arms, thrust by the blow on his
shoulders into the pool of water, assisted in restoring him. He came
to with a sense of suffocating pressure on his back, but his head and
shoulders were swathed in utter darkness by the folds of some soft
fabrics and d