I am eleven years old, and live in the mountains in California,
among the big redwood trees. I have a doll that shuts her eyes and
opens them again. We have twenty-six geese and a lot of sheep--but
they are dying now--and a pet lamb. To-morrow father and brother
Simon go out in the mountains to get two wild hogs that Bob Bawles
killed for us to-day. I have five sisters and three brothers.