My First Summer 



place many had fallen during some heavy 

 wind-storm, owing to the loose sandy char- 

 acter of the soil, which offered no secure an- 

 chorage. The soil is mostly decomposed and 

 disintegrated moraine material. 



The sheep are lying down on a bare 

 rocky spot such as they like, chewing the 

 cud in grassy peace. Cooking is going on, 

 appetites growing keener every day. No 

 lowlander can appreciate the mountain ap- 

 petite, and the facility with which heavy 

 food called " grub " is disposed of. Eating, 

 walking, resting, seem alike delightful, and 

 one feels inclined to shout lustily on rising 

 in the morning like a crowing cock. Sleep 

 and digestion as clear as the air. Fine spicy 

 plush boughs for bedding we shall have to- 

 night, and a glorious lullaby from this cas- 

 cading creek. Never was stream more fit- 

 tingly named, for as far as I have traced it 

 above and below our camp it is one contin- 

 uous bouncing, dancing, white bloom of cas- 

 cades. And at the very last unwearied it 



