By the time they had reached the last grade, she was excited and eager to see once more the great sweep of countryside that had once been her home. They came round the bend, and below them, thousands of feet down, lay the whole panorama of Mono Lake, the desert, the volcanic cones, and before them, the mountains, sheer and jagged, with the valley hidden in them somewhere. Across the desert, just beneath the cliff, she could see the dirt road that ran into the valley by the back way. It made her want to cry. They began to descend, and on her right she saw the dead expanse of the lake fading into ominous twilight. Despite herself she shuddered and even Christopher was silent. In an hour they reached the valley. She saw it again, its small flowers hiding in the grass, and all its rapids and pools full again, icy to the hand, and clearer than glass, with each pebble and stick reflected, and the tiny minnows darting to and fro. She was home. It was already dark, with no moon.
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