Silverado, and admire the favoured nook in which it lay. The sunny plain
of fog was several hundred feet higher; behind the protecting spur a
gigantic accumulation of cottony vapour threatened, with every second to
blow over and submerge our homestead; but the vortex setting past the
Toll House was too strong; and there lay our little platform, in the
arms of the deluge, but still enjoying its unbroken sunshine. About
eleven, however, thin spray came flying over the friendly buttress, and
I began to think the fog had hunted out its Jonah after all. But it was
the last effort. The wind veered while we were at dinner, and began to
blow squally from the mountain summit and by half-past one all that
world of sea fogs was utterly routed and flying here and there into the
south in little rags of cloud. And instead of a lone sea-beach, we found
ourselves once more inhabiting a high mountainside, with the clear green
country far below us, and the light smoke of Calistoga blowing in the
air.

This was the great Russian campaign for that season. Now and then, in
the early morning, a little white lakelet of fog would be seen far down
in Napa Valley but the heights were not again assailed, nor was the
surrounding world again shut off from Silverado.



Here Ends No. One the Western Classics Being The Sea Fogs by Robert
Louis Stevenson With an Introduction by Thomas Rutherford Bacon & A
Photogravure Frontispiece After A Painting by Albertine Randall Wheelan
of this First Edition One Thousand Copies Have Been Issued Printed Upon
Fabriano Handmade Paper the Typography Designed by J. H. Nash Published
by Paul Elder and Company & Done Into A Book for Them at the Tomoye
Press in the City of New York MCMVII