18943 The Calaveras Grove 



so delightfully in the "Silverado Squatters." It 

 was at that time, also, I think, that we spent a night 

 at the beautiful Clear Lake home of Captain and 

 Mrs. Collier, whose daughter Sarah entered Stan- 

 ford with the Pioneer Class. 



Another charming trip took us from Valley Spring The Bret 

 to the Calaveras Big Trees, the earliest known of 

 all the Sequoia groves and very impressive, thence 

 through the classical Bret Harte country to the 

 lava-smothered mesa of Table Mountain, the home 

 of "Truthful James," and to Angel's Camp, the 

 seat of the Geological "Society upon the Stanislow" 

 and the abode of "the Bell-Ringer of Angel's." At 

 the Calaveras Big Trees we found their owner, Job 

 Whiteside, hoping to induce the Federal Govern- 

 ment to meet his price for the property. In that 

 case another noble and irreplaceable forest would 

 be permanently preserved for the people a matter 

 in which the Sierra Club, an active group of nature 

 lovers and mountaineers, and the Native Daughters 

 of the Golden West have exerted themselves, but so 

 far without avail. Several years later, accompanied 

 by Professor and Mrs. Edward C. Franklin, delight- 

 ful associates, we renewed acquaintance with the 

 Calaveras Grove, and then drove up the fine gorge 

 of the North Fork of the Stanislaus, tracing the 

 stream practically to its very source in Alpine 

 County. 



Again, companioned by my daughter Edith, 

 Milnor Roberts, Vernon Kellogg, and, for a couple County 

 of days, young Copeland, son of my old friend, we 

 drove from Chico up the fine Feather River Canyon 

 into Piumas County as far as Quincy and back. On 

 this trip we climbed Lassen's Butte, 10,020 feet, a 



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