"New York!" shouted the man, with vehemence.
"He knows," said Toney.
"Let us go ashore and dine at the Astor House," said the Professor.
They went on shore, but were unable to find the hotel designated, and made a meal on elk meat, in a tent kept by a one-eyed Hibernian; after which they again proceeded up the river until about the middle of the night, when they lashed to the tulas on the bank, and lay in the bottom of the boat, sometimes snoring and at other times fighting the mosquitoes.
In the morning they hoisted sail, and in so doing Moses fell over the bow of the boat and was hauled in at the stern. After Moses had thus performed his ablutions, they sailed on until about ten o'clock, when Tom Seddon exclaimed, "This river is as crooked as the track of a snake! What mountain is that? It sometimes seems on the larboard, and sometimes on the starboard."
"That is Mount Diablo, I suppose, from the description I have had of it," said the Professor.
"The Devil's Mountain," said Tom.
"In plain English, the Devil's Mountain," said the Professor.
"I never was so hungry; I could eat a bear," said Tom.