In the Sierra 



Mono Trail, and early in the afternoon 

 unpacked and camped on the bank of Cas- 

 cade Creek. The Mono Trail crosses the 

 range by the Bloody Canon Pass to gold 

 mines near the north end of Mono Lake. 

 These mines were reported to be rich when 

 first discovered, and a grand rush took place, 

 making a trail necessary. A few small bridges 

 were built over streams where fording was 

 not practicable on account of the softness 

 of the bottom, sections of fallen trees cut 

 out, and lanes made through thickets wide 

 enough to allow the passage of bulky packs; 

 but over the greater part of the way scarce 

 a stone or shovelful of earth has been 

 moved. 



The woods we passed through are com- 

 posed almost wholly of Abies magnifica, the 

 companion species, conco/or, being mostly left 

 behind on account of altitude, while the in- 

 creasing elevation seems grateful to the 

 charming magnified. No words can do any- 

 thing like justice to this noble tree. At one 



