THE STREETS OF THE MOUNTAINS 



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kernels, the main harvest of the Paiutes. 

 That perhaps accounts for their growing 

 accommodatingly below the limit of deep 

 snows, grouped sombrely on the valley- 

 ward slopes. The real procession of the 

 pines begins in the rifts with the long- 

 leafed Pinus Jeffreyi, sighing its soul away 

 upon the wind. And it ought not to sigh 

 in such good company. Here begins the 

 manzanita, adjusting its tortuous stiff stems 

 to the sharp waste of boulders, its^ale olive 

 leaves twisting edgewise to the sleek, ruddy, 

 chestnut stems ; begins also the meadow- 

 sweet, burnished laurel, and the million 

 unregarded trumpets of the coral-red pent- 

 stemon. Wild life is likely to be busiest 

 about the lower pine borders. One looks 

 in hollow trees and hiving rocks for wild 

 honey. The drone of bees, the chatter of 

 jays, the hurry and stir of squirrels, is in- 

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