AND ITS MESSAGE 



its exquisite white and crimson 

 bells, have looked across the jagged 

 peaks and gleaming snow drifts of 

 the summit region. Below, a blue 

 little lake with solemn trees around 

 it; yonder, a lake still frozen over, 

 with a snow bank reaching down 

 to it like a miniature glacier; and 

 everywhere the beautiful French- 

 gray granite cliffs, so clean that 

 they make one feel as if all sin and 

 stain had been swept from this 

 upper world forever. And then 

 I have crossed the pass and gone 

 down the other side, reached camp, 

 and again felt the joy of compan- 

 ionship and home. 



1. I find in the mountain trail 

 many parables, but first of all a 

 parable of the higher life. The 

 mountain trail life involves hard- 

 ship. The trail is far beyond the 

 reach of wagon roads. No luxu- 

 rious cars carry one around its 

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