The Haymakers of the Snow 

 Peaks 



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WHEN one, in climbing almost any 

 of the great mountains that stand, 

 range behind range, between the 

 plains and the Pacific coast, comes out above 

 the woods upon the naked slopes and crags of 

 the summit, he has reached a new world, and one 

 whose attractiveness grows with longer acquain- 

 tance. One's first walk above timber-line, how- 

 ever, will be likely to set his curiosity on edge 

 to account for innumerable keen, bleating cries, 

 which seem to come now from the rocks beneath 

 his feet, then from the wonderfully clear and 

 silent air, or from near and far to the right and 

 to the left. 



Pausing in silence and looking intently about 

 him, in an effort to solve the mystery, the ex- 

 plorer's eye will presently detect a movement, 

 as if a shadow flitted across the scant sod, or a 



