the flock had been swept away. In a few minutes, however, we caught
sight of many of them swimming admirably, and, much to our astonishment,
they found a desperate footing opposite the ranch across the swift sweep
of the arroyo. A dozen Mexicans were equal to the emergency. They
stripped, threw themselves in, stemmed the current, and, with amazing
pluck and fortitude, worked about amid the submerged cactus and
chaparral, which must have wounded them savagely, holding the sheep
together. Finally, after desperate urging, a wether was induced to
breast the rush of the arroyo and landed safely high and dry on the
hither bank, when, thanks to their disposition to follow a leader, all
plunged in, and, after a vigorous push, found their perils at an end.
But the count showed some six hundred missing.

It ceased raining toward four o'clock, and the sun set in great
splendor. The next day the water had quite subsided, and I went,
unsuccessfully, after plover over the bed of yesterday's river, but the
beauty of the creek had been destroyed for the season. And farther down,
where the flood had come at midnight, it had swept away many lives.

In November, when the broom on the sides of the hills was a fine
pink-brown, and when the wet places which the flood had left abounded in
jack-snipe and afforded the neatest shooting in the world, I turned my
back upon the ranch, where I had been very prodigal of the best of
riches,--"the loose change of time." I did so with a warm feeling of
regret,--a feeling somewhat tempered by the thought that I should soon
be in a region of homes, constant greetings, and the morning newspapers.
But after a few weeks of the morning newspapers it has been borne in
upon me that a great deal is to be said for the place which does not
know them.