“Oh, my mountains, I’m leavin’ you!  Oh, my California—­my lovely West—­my Sierras, I’m leavin’ you!” She ended with a sob; but the next moment throwing herself into Johnson’s arms she snuggled there, murmuring lovingly:  “Oh, my home!”

A little while later, happy in their love and fearlessly eager to meet the trials of the days to come in a new country, they had mounted their mustangs and were riding eastward.