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66_118 The Summer Heat I arrived at Little Oak from Berkeley about 12:30, Aug 11, _33. It seemed unusually hot. A little hot trade blew in the afternoon. The night was hot. The next day it was 110 in Vaca Valley at Brazelton_s ranch. The trades blew in the afternoon but very hot. Before 6:00 the air went quiet and the firm heavy hush of the great heat held the land with a stillness that was not of weakness, but of a giant drowsed in deepest sleep. This morning, Sunday, Aug. 13, 1933, the air still or with only a passing breath. Yesterday and the day before the deep blue sky holds not a cloud _ not a fleck, but on the far eastern horizon the summer thunder clouds are piled in billows for two hundred miles along the Sierras with a deep blue but narrow band |
66_119 Between the clouds and the wide stretch of the valley floor. The air is so hot, the sun so fierce that iron tools cannot be held in the hands. Larks come palpitating out of the fields to the water hole. The glare of the whitened hills is painful at high noon. Insects, birds and animals are inarticulate _ they have gone into the voiceless hibernation of the heat. Monday was much a like day, the trades blowing in the afternoon a normal breeze, the night calm, still, hushed. Tuesday the afternoon trade was a bit higher. Instead of falling at sunset it went on, and then began to increase becoming a high gale by 7:30 and continuing all night. It brought down large limbs from the walnut and big trees. Although so high a wind directly off the ocean, it was a |
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