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63 the same sun shall shine upon them - the same scenes appear around - day after day - no change - no choice. They are fixed - no more have they hope or anticipation or will. Never shall they remove from Moimon Island. Cut off - their calculations blasted - their purposes withered. The trump of the great Archangel alone shall remove this earth from above their heads. After leaving the grave yard - we followed a path leading up one of the ravines. This we followed to its head - where the hill sloping steeply on three sides - poured its wash into the ravine. We passed on to the top of the hill - conversing and examining the rocks which was a huge vein of quartz - coming through slate - not dreaming of the scene of beauty which should greet our vision. We found ourselves on the summit of one of the highest of the surrounding hills - with a view of the surrounding Country therefrom which might have kindled the enthusiasm of the dullest. About one hundred miles to the eastward by the peaks of the Sierra Nevada covered with snow and resting on the summit of the nearer hills - smiling with verdure. The afternoon sun was glancing upon them giving the green a fresher tint and the snow - whiteness - beyond all blemish. The contrast was grand. Over those snow clad mountains - chill and bleak - the foot of many our emigrant had passed - seeking lke us this salley of verdure and gold. We saw stern Winter from afar. Clasping the hill tops in his snowy embrace. We could trace the river both the North and South Fork - through the openings of the hills. The diggings which we had never visited. The Dry Diggings. The Mills - Georgetown. There far away - in these valleys and broken hills - were men immured digging for gold. They were but as motes - as insects in the vast ampitheatre of Nature lying spread before us. What if the rainy season should cut them off - and provision should fail - how could they escape from these mountain fastness - and cross this rugged country? How like snails would they trave across this distance why my vision traversed in an instant - regardless of the irregularity and obstacles of the surface. Turning round to the westward we could see the blue mountains of the coast range - and the wide tract of prairie land - covered with immoveable trees intwining between ourselves and them - Southward open Country - pumiled - barren hills - yellow with