A NIGHT ON SHASTA S SUMMIT 



have risen from the dead. My bedroom was 

 flooded with sunshine, and from the window I 

 saw the great white Shasta cone clad in forests 

 and clouds and bearing them loftily in the sky. 

 Everything seemed full and radiant with the 

 freshness and beauty and enthusiasm of youth. 

 Sisson s children came in with flowers and cov 

 ered my bed, and the storm on the mountain- 

 top vanished like a dream. 



