My First Summer 



sion into a new realm of wonders as if 

 Nature had wooingly whispered, " Come 

 higher/ 3 What questions I asked, and how 

 little I know of all the vast show, and how 

 eagerly, tremulously hopeful of some day 

 knowing more, learning the meaning of 

 these divine symbols crowded together on 

 this wondrous page. 



Mt. Hoffman is the highest part of a ridge 

 or spur about fourteen miles from the axis 

 of the main range, perhaps a remnant 

 brought into relief and isolated by unequal 

 denudation. The southern slopes shed their 

 waters into Yosemite Valley by Tenaya and 

 Dome Creeks, the northern in part into 

 the Tuolumne River, but mostly into the 

 Merced by Yosemite Creek. The rock is 

 mostly granite, with some small piles and 

 crests rising here and there in picturesque 

 pillared and castellated remnants of red 

 metamorphic slates. Both the granite and 

 slates are divided by joints, making them 



separable into blocks like the stones of arti- 



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