rom the canyon walls, the foot of the mountains,
and the near-by desert the materials they would use for their dinner.

Just where the desert began to climb the mountain Linda had for a
long time watched a big bed of amole. Donald used the shovel, she the
hatchet, and soon they had brought to the surface such a quantity that
Donald protested.

"But I have two uses for them today," explained Linda. "They must serve
for potatoes and they have to furnish our meat."

"Oh, I get you," said Donald. "I have always been crazy to try that."

So he began to dig again enthusiastically.

"Now I'll tell you what I think we had better do," said Linda. "We will
skirmish around this side of the mountain and find a very nice tender
yucca shoot; and then we'll take these back to Katy and let her bury
them in the ashes and keep up the fire while we forage for the remainder
of our wild Indian feast."

Presently they found a yucca head that Linda said was exactly right, a
delicate pink, thicker than her wrist and two feet in length. With this
and the amole they ran back to Katy. She knew how to prepare the amole
for roasting. Linda gave her a few words of instruction concerning the
yucca. Then from the interior of the Bear Cat she drew a tightly rolled
section of wire window screening. Just where a deep, wide pool narrowed
at a rocky defile they sank the screening, jammed it well to the bottom,
fastened it tight at the sides, and against the current side of it they
threw leaves, grass, chunks of moss, any debris they could gather that
would make a temporary dam. Then, standing on one side with her field
knife, Linda began to slice the remainder of the amole very thin and to
throw it over the surface of the pool. On the other, Donald pounded
the big, juicy bulbs to pulp and scattered it broadcast over the water.
Linda instructed Katy to sit on the bank with a long-handled landing net
and whenever a trout arose, to snatch it out as speedily as possible,
being careful not to take more than they would require.

Then the two youngsters, exhilarated with youth, with living, with
the joy of friendship, with the lure of the valley, with the heady
intoxication of the salt breeze and the gold of the sunshine, climbed
into the Bear Cat and went rolling through the canyon and out to the
valley on the far side. Here they gathered the tenderest heart shoots
of the lupin until Linda said they had enough. Then to a particular spot
that she knew on t