MOUNTAIN TREES 



bleak rocky face of the peak have 

 scarcely a fire scar upon them. 



The Murray pine is not, like the 

 Ponderosa, a friendly tree. Its very re- 

 membrance calls to the mind pictures of 

 chilly bleak days spent under cool damp 

 shades. Storm battered often, when 

 found in gorges, rock-wounded, bleed- 

 ing everywhere with resin, and with 

 fallen heroes strewn about in every di- 

 rection they are a type of utter bleak- 

 ness and dejection, especially at even- 

 time after the setting of the sun when 

 the still, lonely coldness of the high alti- 

 tudes has settled upon the mountain. 



The small globular cones are borne in 

 great profusion and their purplish and 

 yellow hues make, when ripe, a most 

 striking effect as that of blossoms. They 

 fall at the end of the second season 

 strewing the ground with a profusion of 

 dainty, prickly burrs which are the de- 

 light of every artist. 



The name Lodge-pole has been given 

 in reference to the use the plains In- 



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