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top of one wall showed that the pine forests of the vol- 

 cano's slope were close at hand, and that we were many 

 hundred feet above our camp at the level of the har- 



THE PINES OF COLIMA 



ranca river. Soon the openings to the sky were framed 

 in long, graceful pine-needles, and when the stream-bed 

 became too narrow for comfortable walking, we took 

 to the woods at the higher level. The transition zone 

 was uninteresting and seemed to offer attractions to but 



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