SWAYING TREE TOPS 



their haste. It was the voice of the 

 evening breeze, that ever speaks of 

 peace. " Be not so frantic to escape, 

 pine tree," it said. " Tarry in this 

 evening hour and think twice ere 

 thou desert the stream." Sage advice 

 for other than pine tree for men 

 who hear the voice of the waters and 

 flee away to the heights, where, if 

 they lose their footing, they fall to 

 more than injury. 



The gorge had grown dark. The 

 Sierras snow covered were flushed 

 with rose. A halloo down the canon 

 reminded the camper that the hunter 

 had finished his task and had grown 

 lonely. He retraced his steps and 

 came upon that individual, doing his 

 best to furnish smoke, while the fire 

 did its part in heat and light. 



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