of 



and the mangled forms of trees from up the 

 slope. A few trees on the margin of the grove 

 were left standing, but they suffered from cruel 

 bruises and badly torn bark. 



On the farther side of the grove a number of 

 the trees were bent forward but only partly 

 buried ; with heads and shoulders out, they were 

 struggling to extricate themselves, and now and 

 then one shook an arm free from the debris. 

 Over the place where a few hours before tall tree 

 plumes had stood in the sky, a fierce confusion 

 of slide wreckage settled and tumbled to pieces 

 while the buried and half-buried trees whispered, 

 murmured, and sighed as they struggled to rise. 



Out with nature trees are supposed to stand 

 in one place all their lives, but one of the most 

 interesting movements of this elemental day 

 was the transplanting, by gravity, of an entire 

 clump of tall old firs. Water released these trees, 

 and they appeared to enjoy being dragged by 

 gravity to a new home and setting. I was rest- 

 ing my foot and watching a gigantic monolithic 

 stone settle and come down gracefully, when a 

 tree-clump on the skyline just beyond appeared 



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