Bob gasped and rose to his feet. The pony, leaving cheap louis vuitton bags a long furrow in the side of the mountain, caught himself on the narrow ledge of a cattle trail, turned to the left, and disappeared at a little fox trot.
     Bob looked at this companion. Welton laughed.
     "There's hardly a woman in the country that doesn't help round up stock. How'd you like to chase a cow full speed over this country, hey?"
     As they progressed, mounting slowly, but steadily, the character of the country changed. The canons through which flowed the cheap louis vuitton handbags streams became deeper and more precipitous; the divides between them higher. At one point where the road emerged on a bold, clear point, Bob looked back to the shimmering plain, and was astonished to see how high they had climbed. To the eastward and only a few miles distant rose the dark mass of a pine-covered ridge, austere and solemn, the first rampart of the Sierras. Welton pointed to it with his whip.
     "There's our timber," said he simply.
     A little cheap louis vuitton handbags farther along the buckboard drew rein at the top of a long declivity that led down to a broad wooded valley. Among the trees Bob caught a glimpse of the roofs of scattered houses, and the gleam of a river. From the opposite edge of the valley rose the mountain-ridge, sheer and noble. The light of afternoon tinted it with lilac and purple.
     "That's the celebrated town of Sycamore Flats," said Welton. "Just at present we're the most important citizens. chanel bags sale This fellow here's the first yellow pine on the road."
     Bob looked upon what he then considered a rather large tree. Later he changed his mind. The buckboard rattled down the grade, swung over a bridge, and so into the little town. Welton drew up at a low, broad structure set back from the street among some trees.
     "We'll tackle the mountain to-morrow," said he.
     Bob descended with a distinct feeling of pleasure at being able to use his legs again. He chanel bags outlet and Welton and the baggage and everything about the buckboard were powdered thick with the fine, white California dust. At every movement he shook loose a choking cloud. Welton's face was a dull gray, ludicrously streaked, and he suspected himself of being in the same predicament. A boy took the horses, and the travellers entered the picketed enclosure. Welton lifted up his great rumbling voice.