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3 that figure in Stevenson's book have disappeared. He showed us the lower floor of Stevenson's house; the rest has been
torn away. I should like to go back there again alone, in order to have a chance to sit and meditate upon Stevenson's platform.
We climbed to the nearer summit and there ate our slender lunch. Then we went two miles farther to the highest point, said
to be at an altitude of 4600 ft. Here Farman proposed to build a memorable bonfire. So at it we went with enthusiasm, tugging
enormous roots up the side of the mountain to the signal station, which, of course, we had entirely to ourselves. The sun
had gone 01998 4 down and the air was cool. We got such a tremendous blaze agoing that altho' we had nothing with us
but our thin bicycle suits (my sweater I had left in my basket on the train at Valley Junction), we decided to pass the night
there. Indeed, Farman found we could not find our way down by moonlight. So there we stayed and waited for morning. We tried
to make beds of madrano bushes, but the sharp angles in them would not let us sleep. So we kept up our fire and enjoyed the
silence, the moonset, and the clear heavens. By and by came the first faint pearling of dawn over the sharp black line of
the Sierras and then the bald dome of Shasta began to loom 01998