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Title: Our young folks (serial)
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 Hamilton, Gail, 1833-1896 Larcom, Lucy, 1824-1893
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Publisher: (Boston : Ticknor and Fields)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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h day he broughtofferings and laid them on her dome ; he gazed upon her form and into hereyes, but never again did her voice fall upon his ears. All his thoughts werenow given to the maiden ; and, wanting his care and without rain, the cropsdaily shrank away. Tu-toch-ah-nu-lah, dazzled by the beauty of Tis-sa-ack,saw not the change, but she mourned over the neglected valley, and, kneel-ing upon the gray mountain, besought the Great Spirit to bring its beautifulfreshness back again. Then with an awful sound the granite dome openedunder her feet, and the melted snows of the Sierra Nevada poured throughthe cleft gorge ; quickly a lake was formed, and a river sent murmuringthrough the valley ; the moisture crept through the parched soil, the flowersraised their heads, the corn waved, and the birds sang with delight. Tis-sa-ack, however, had disappeared forever, but that she might not be forgot-ten has left the lake, the river, and the riven dome. 1872.) A Visit to the Yosemite Valley. 533
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534 A Visit to the Yosemite Valley. (September, And what became of Tu-toch-ah-nu-lah ? He is said to have wandered away in search of the lost maiden ; butbefore leaving, with his huge hunting-knife he carved his features on therock that bears his name, and where they are still to be seen high up abovethe valley. The moral, I suppose, said Mr. Carroll, is that you must not fall inlove when you have more important work on hand, which you young folkswill please bear in mind. That evening Mr. Carroll and Will went trout-fishing, while we strolledabout gathering the wild-flowers, and staining our fingers and lips with thestrawberries that grew in profusion at our feet. And this is our last day ! said Fannie, the next morning, as we wentdown to mount our horses. I wish we could stay a month. I do, too, said Will. I d like another fling at the trout; I bet I dcatch some next time. We will be gone all day, wont we, papa ? I expect so, for I see the guide has provided lunch-baskets. Caring lit

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