In the Sierra 



show, especially when the afternoon sun- 

 shine is pouring into it. In this fall 

 one of the most wonderful in the world 

 the water does not seem to be under 

 the dominion of ordinary laws, but rather 

 as if it were a living creature, full of the 

 strength of the mountains and their huge, 

 wild joy. 



From beneath heavy throbbing blasts of 

 spray the broken river is seen emerging 

 in ragged boulder-chafed strips. These are 

 speedily gathered into a roaring torrent, 

 showing that the young river is still glo- 

 riously alive. On it goes, shouting, roar- 

 ing, exulting in its strength, passes through 

 a gorge with sublime display of energy, 

 then suddenly expands on a gently inclined 

 pavement, down which it rushes in thin 

 sheets and folds of lace-work into a quiet 

 pool, "Emerald Pool,' 3 as it is called, - 

 a stopping-place, a period separating two 

 grand sentences. Resting here long enough 

 to part with its foam-bells and gray mix- 



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