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Where the North Fork of the Stanislaus River begins to lose its
youthful grace, vigor, and agility, and broadens more maturely into
the plain, there is a little promontory which at certain high stages
of water lies like a small island in the stream. To the stronglymarked heroics of Sierran landscape it contrasts a singular,
pastoral calm. White and gray mosses from the overhanging rocks and
feathery alders trail their filaments in its slow current, and
between the woodland openings there are glimpses of vivid velvet
sward, even at times when the wild oats and "wire-grasses" of the
plains are already yellowing. The placid river, unstained at this
point by mining sluices or mill drift, runs clear under its
contemplative shadows. Originally the camping-ground of a Digger
Chief, it passed from his tenancy with the American rifle bullet
that terminated his career. The pioneer who thus succeeded to its
attractive calm gave way in turn to a well-directed shot from the
revolver of a quartz-prospector, equally impressed with the charm
of its restful tranquillity. How long he might have enjoyed its
riparian seclusion is not known. A sudden rise of the river one
March night quietly removed him, together with the overhanging post
oak beneath which he was profoundly but unconsciously meditating.
The demijohn of whiskey was picked up further down. But no other
suggestion of these successive evictions was ever visible in the
reposeful serenity of the spot.
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