In the Sierra 



Wandering in the woods here back of the 

 pines which bound the meadows, I found 

 very noble specimens of the magnificent 

 silver fir, the tallest about two hundred and 

 forty feet high and five feet in diameter 

 four feet from the ground. 



September 16. Crawled slowly four or 

 five miles to-day through the glorious for- 

 est to Crane Flat, where we are camped for 

 the night. The forests we so admired in 

 summer seem still more beautiful and sub- 

 lime in this mellow autumn light. Lovely 

 starry night, the tall, spiring tree-tops re- 

 lieved in jet black against the sky. I linger 

 by the fire, loath to go to bed. 



September 17. Left camp early. Ran 

 over the Tuolumne divide and down a few 

 miles to a grove of sequoias that I had 

 heard of, directed by the Don. They oc- 

 cupy an area of perhaps less than a hun- 

 dred acres. Some of the trees are noble, 

 colossal old giants, surrounded by magnifi- 

 cent sugar pines and Douglas spruces. The 



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