<dTitle type=main>My First Summer in the Sierra
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<head>Through the Foothills with a Flock of Sheep</head>
<p>In the great Central Valley of California there are only two
seasons—spring and summer. The spring begins with the first rain-storm,
which usually falls in November. In a few months the wonderful
flowery vegetation is in full bloom and by the end of May it is dead
and dry and crisp, as if every plant had been roasted in an oven.
<p>Then the lolling, panting flocks and herds are driven to the high,
cool, green pastures of the Sierra. I was longing for the mountains
about this time, but money was scarce and I couldn't see how a bread
supply was to be kept up. While I was anxiously brooding on the bread
problem, so troublesome to wanderers, and trying to believe that I
might learn to live like the wi . . .