Meadow and Mountain 



I was led from boyhood up to man among the sweet, 

 wild meadows of the prairies. I have walked among the 

 foothills of the mountains. I have climbed up the giant 

 shoulders of the Sierras and the great Rockies. On an 

 August morning I have kissed the frost from wild strawberry 

 leaves at the edge of the Paragoy Meadows up in the Sierra 

 Mountains, and have strolled with gladsome boys through 

 the bewildering beauty of wild-flowers abloom in mountain 

 gardens. And in it all there was too much gladness to hold 

 in one human heart; therefore in the pages that follow I 

 have sought, with the aid of artist and printer, to show to all 

 whose eyes shall look on this book some glimpses, at least, 

 of the glorious sights my own glad eyes have seen "In the 

 Beauty of Meadow and Mountain." 



