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mountains than when dressed in the bloom of 

 summer ! In no place did the change seem more 

 marked than on some terrace over which sum- 

 mer flung the lacy drapery of a white cascade, 

 or where a wild waterfall " leapt in glory." 

 These places in winter were glorified with the 

 fine arts of ice, — " frozen music," as some one 

 has defined architecture, — for here winter had 

 constructed from water a wondrous array of 

 columns, panels, filigree, fretwork, relief-work, 

 arches, giant icicles, and stalagmites as large as, 

 and in ways resembling, a big tree with a fluted 

 full-length mantle of ice. 



Along the way were extensive areas covered 

 with the ruins of fire-killed trees. Most of the 

 forest fires which had caused these were the re- 

 sult of carelessness. The timber destroyed by 

 these fires had been needed by thousands of 

 home-builders. The robes of beauty which they 

 had burned from the mountain-sides are a seri- 

 ous loss. These fire ruins preyed upon me, and I 

 resolved to do something to save the remaining 

 forests. The opportunity came shortly after the 

 resolution was made. 



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