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“
How
about
the
sheep
?
”
“
The
dogs
will
keep
them
in
hand
,
and
I
shall
not
be
gone
long
.
Besides
that
,
I
have
a
boy
here
to
help
.
He
is
over
yonder
on
the
other
side
of
the
herd
.
We
can
’
t
see
him
from
here
.
”
Presley
wondered
at
the
heedlessness
of
leaving
the
sheep
so
slightly
guarded
,
but
made
no
comment
,
and
the
two
started
off
across
the
field
in
the
direction
of
the
Mission
church
.
“
Well
,
yes
,
it
is
there
—
your
epic
,
”
observed
Vanamee
,
as
they
went
along
.
“
But
why
write
?
Why
not
LIVE
in
it
?
Steep
oneself
in
the
heat
of
the
desert
,
the
glory
of
the
sunset
,
the
blue
haze
of
the
mesa
and
the
canyon
.
”
“
As
you
have
done
,
for
instance
?
”
Vanamee
nodded
.
“
No
,
I
could
not
do
that
,
”
declared
Presley
;
“
I
want
to
go
back
,
but
not
so
far
as
you
.
I
feel
that
I
must
compromise
.
I
must
find
expression
.
I
could
not
lose
myself
like
that
in
your
desert
.
When
its
vastness
overwhelmed
me
,
or
its
beauty
dazzled
me
,
or
its
loneliness
weighed
down
upon
me
,
I
should
have
to
record
my
impressions
.
Otherwise
,
I
should
suffocate
.
”
“
Each
to
his
own
life
,
”
observed
Vanamee
.
The
Mission
of
San
Juan
,
built
of
brown
’
dobe
blocks
,
covered
with
yellow
plaster
,
that
at
many
points
had
dropped
away
from
the
walls
,
stood
on
the
crest
of
a
low
rise
of
the
ground
,
facing
to
the
south
.
A
covered
colonnade
,
paved
with
round
,
worn
bricks
,
from
whence
opened
the
doors
of
the
abandoned
cells
,
once
used
by
the
monks
,
adjoined
it
on
the
left
.
The
roof
was
of
tiled
half
-
cylinders
,
split
longitudinally
,
and
laid
in
alternate
rows
,
now
concave
,
now
convex
.
The
main
body
of
the
church
itself
was
at
right
angles
to
the
colonnade
,
and
at
the
point
of
intersection
rose
the
belfry
tower
,
an
ancient
campanile
,
where
swung
the
three
cracked
bells
,
the
gift
of
the
King
of
Spain
.
Beyond
the
church
was
the
Mission
garden
and
the
graveyard
that
overlooked
the
Seed
ranch
in
a
little
hollow
beyond
.
