Threshing the grain.
Docas went with Massea. As they rode along they passed their old rancheria, which was deserted now.
“Where have the Indians gone?” asked Docas.
“They went away across the mountains toward the rising sun,” answered Massea. “They live now in the big valley down by Tulare Lake.”
The next day they came to San Francisco. Docas was much interested in the big, new church that the Indians had just finished building. It was made of adobe bricks instead of brush.
They loaded the pictures into the cart and started home. As they went slowly along, Docas said, “Why don’t we have a big, new church like the one here at the Mission Dolores? I hate to put these new pictures in the old brush house.”
“We are going to build one very soon. Father Pena told me so just before we started,” said Massea.
The day after Massea and Docas came home from San Francisco, Father Pena came to Docas and said, “Docas, where is the best clay bank?”
Docas thought a moment. Then he answered, “At the back of Yisoo’s house. Every time we try to walk across it after a rain we get stuck.”