SWAYING TREE TOPS 



the bush, the road dusty, and the sun 

 glaringly bright. Shade was want- 

 ing, as always the last thing to make 

 completeness is not found. 



The five miles were lessening with 

 every stride. Four three two 

 and then the shadow of the moun- 

 tains, stretching down the valley, re- 

 ceived us into its protection, and all 

 we carried of our discomfort was our 

 thirst. But all things work together 

 for good to the wayfarer upon the 

 earth. To quench the thirst of the 

 hot trail there flowed out of the canon 

 the snow waters of the peaks. Where 

 it flowed from the gorge, rushing 

 with much noise and foam, we tarried 

 on the bank and pitched our camp. 

 While one made ready the camp, the 

 other shot the rabbit and the quail 

 for the Sunday-morrow pot. Then 



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