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strance at every intrusion into their demesnes ; while in 

 many a woodsy or bushy spot the long-crested jays 

 rent the air with their raucous outcries ; nor were the 

 broad-tailed hummers wanting on this side of the range, 

 and of course their saucy buzzing was heard wherever 

 they darted through the air. 



An entire day was spent in ascending and descending 

 Peak Number Eight, one of the boldest of the jutting 

 crags of the Ten Mile Range ; otherwise it is called 

 Tillie Ann, in honor of the first white woman known to 

 scale its steep and rugged wall to the summit. She 

 must have been a brave and hardy woman, and cer- 

 tainly deserves a monument of some kind in memory 

 of her achievement, although it falls to the lot of 

 few persons to have their deeds celebrated by a tower- 

 ing mountain for a memorial. While not as high by 

 at least a thousand feet as Gray's Peak, it was fully as 

 difficult of access. A high ridge of snow, which we sur- 

 mounted with not a little pride and exhilaration, lay on 

 its eastern acclivity within a few feet of the crest, a 

 white crystalline bank gleaming in the sun. The winds 

 hurtling over the summit were as cold and fierce as old 

 Boreas himself, so that I was glad to wear woollen 

 gloves and button my coat-collar close around my neck ; 

 yet it was the Fourth of July, when the people of the 

 East were sweltering in the intense heat of their low 

 altitudes. It was a surprise to us to find the wind so 



