THE MOUNTAINEER 



Vol. II. Seattle, Washington, November, 1909. 



GREETINGS FROM THE PRESIDENT TO THE 

 MOUNTAINEERS. 



For more than thirty years my home has been in 

 Seattle, a city whose arms reach out into the pulsing 

 tides of the Pacific. While thus from boyhood I have 

 dwelt at the level of the sea, my soul has continually 

 feasted upon visions of lofty peaks. Eastward towers 

 the Cascade Range, with the gleaming snow-crowned 

 sentinel monarchs, forming a wide panorama of endur- 

 ing charm and beauty. To the westward the Olympics 

 rear more jagged summits in a serrate line — a great 

 celestial saw cleaving the clouds. From boy to man 

 have I loved these scenes, grateful that I could live and 

 learn and work in their inspiring presence. 



And now with you, my friends, I am coming into a 

 more intimate acquaintance with the loved mountains, 

 as we build trails to climb their sides and play in their 

 wonderfully beautiful parks, until added strength and 

 a profound enthusiasm enable us to scale their utmost 

 heights. The alpine tree and flower, the snow and ice, 

 the glacier and avalanche, all these have a power to 

 lift the soul to a better understanding of the majesty 

 of God. 



O Mountaineer, I clasp your hand and vow anew 

 my love for the great white hills. 



Edmond S. Meany. 



