Joe Boler's ranch, at the foot of Bloody Canyon, is the camping centre for all the Mono excursionists from Yosemite, the only habitation for many miles. Mono Joe is a man worth knowing. He came here four years ago, weighing nothing in the gold scales, but possessed of plenty of Teutonic pluck and energy. He found here a stream and a patch of sage plain, and bringing the two together the irrigation caused the desert to blossom as the hay field. He took stock on shares (not mining stock), made butter, raised calves and colts, drank nothing stronger than milk or Bloody Canyon water, and is now worth in the gold market $30,000. Here is an example for tradeless young men and complaining Micawbers, so abundant in our streets.
San Francisco Bulletin, reprinted in John Muir Summering in the Sierra edited by Robert Engberg.