JIMVILLE--A BRET HARTE TOWN

MY NEIGHBOR'S FIELD

THE MESA TRAIL

THE BASKET MAKER

THE STREETS OF THE MOUNTAINS

WATER BORDERS

OTHER WATER BORDERS

NURSLINGS OF THE SKY

THE LITTLE TOWN OF THE GRAPE VINES



East away from the Sierras, south from Panamint and Amargosa, east and
south many an uncounted mile, is the Country of Lost Borders.

Ute, Paiute, Mojave, and Shoshone inhabit its frontiers, and as far into
the heart of it as a man dare go. Not the law, but the land sets the
limit. Desert is the name it wears upon the maps, but the Indian's is
the better word. Desert is a loose term to indicate land that supports
no man; whether the land can be bitted and broken to that purpose is not
proven. Void of life it never is, however dry the air and villainous the