76 GREEN TRAILS AND UPLAND PASTURES 



glittering with ice and snow, which come out of the 

 north, pass across the range of vision, and disappear to 

 the south. The green lane of the lake makes directly for 

 them; they grow nearer, putting off their blue to don the 

 grays and pinks of naked rock, the different textures of 

 glacier ice and temporary snowfield becoming more and 

 more distinct. At the last, the spur peaks which bound 

 the lake are as high as the summits of the Cascade 

 Divide, and they, too, are capped with the eternal 

 snows. The lake ends against a cliff wall adorned with 

 Indian pictures and the initials of the inevitable 

 American vandals, and in a little sedgy meadow beside 

 the cliff, through which the Stehekin River pours in its 

 milky waters direct from the high glaciers. Here is 

 journey's end, and here, the last bulwark of the lake, 

 Castle Rock springs up against the west, rearing its fairy 

 battlements eight thousand feet aloft and taking the sun- 

 set in rose and gold long after the twilight shadows have 

 dusked the lapping water and the evening lamps are lit. 

 Again, while the morning mists are still hovering 

 wraiths over the lake or cling like veils to the Douglas 

 firs on the lower slopes, these fairy towers catch the 

 rising sun, and send its welcome down to those below. 



'Full many a morning have I seen the sun 



Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye. . . ." 



Inevitably those words occur to you as the sky- 

 borne rocks blush and burn with salmon-rose and gold, 



