Here the legend ends, and we take up the threads and weave a little net of well authenticated facts. When the San Francisco and North Pacific Railway wound through the picturesque canyon of Che-hool-be-da-dah (Russian River) a tunnel pierced the base of Dah-nol-yo, thus opening the door of Ca-ba-ba’s prison and liberating him. In fear of detection, and a return to his solitary quarters, he cautiously crept to his childhood’s home only to find desolation. Turning his eyes to the summit of Dah-nol-yo he was transfixed with terror at beholding the face of Bu-tah-so looking grimly down upon him. Held by an invisible power he gazes on, unable to turn his eyes even to the bear, deer, quail and squirrel, that venture so near, peering in wonder at the lone man who is to suffer on through all eternity as he keeps his silent vigil of Dah-nol-yo.