ONE LIVING ONE DEAD 



many interesting objects to be seen in that 

 vicinity. 



During a visit to the Yosemite Valley 

 during the year 1912, I found much 

 pleasure in going about its confines, ad- 

 miring and studying the native tree life, 

 which is not only invigorating, but to a 

 lover of trees a pleasure unobtainable 

 anywhere else that I know of in America. 



The sugar pine, the yellow or red pine, 

 the white cedar and the great oak grow- 

 here to perfection. Their stately, upright 

 bearing is imposing and pronounced 

 beyond expectation. They are not ex- 

 tremely large, but their height and diam- 

 eter command respect and attention. 



The largest yellow pine that I know of 

 in the Valley is standing west of the main 

 roadway leading into the Valley, a little 

 southward of Bridal Veil Falls and Sell's 

 Camp, and measures about twelve feet in 

 diameter. I estimate its age at fully 1600 



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