In the Sierra 



this well-defined basin ! Its glacial inscrip- 

 tions and sculptures, how marvelous they 

 seem, how noble the studies they offer! I 

 tremble with excitement in the dawn of 

 these glorious mountain sublimities, but I 

 can only gaze and wonder, and, like a child, 

 gather here and there a lily, half hoping I 

 may be able to study and learn in years to 

 come. 



The drivers and dogs had a lively, labori- 

 ous time getting the sheep across the creek, 

 the second large stream thus far that they 

 have been compelled to cross without a 

 bridge; the first being the North Fork of 

 the Merced near Bower Cave. Men and dogs, 

 shouting and barking, drove the timid, water- 

 fearing creatures in a close crowd against 

 the bank, but not one of the flock would 

 launch away. While thus jammed, the Don 

 and the shepherd rushed through the fright- 

 ened crowd to stampede those in front, but 

 this would only cause a break backward, 

 and away they would scamper through the 



