In the Sierra 



show, especially when the afternoon sun- 

 ;hine is pouring into it. In this fall 

 one of the most wonderful in the world 

 - the water does not seem to be under 

 the dominion of ordinary laws, but rather 

 as if it were a living creature, full of the 

 strength of the mountains and their huge, 

 wild joy. 



From beneath heavy throbbing blasts of 

 spray the broken river is seen emerging 

 in ragged boulder-chafed strips. These are 

 speedily gathered into a roaring torrent, 

 showing that the young river is still glo- 

 riously alive. On it goes, shouting, roar- 

 ing, exulting in its strength, passes through 

 a gorge with sublime display of energy, 

 then suddenly expands on a gently inclined 

 pavement, down which it rushes in thin 

 sheets and folds of lace-work into a quiet 

 pool, "Emerald Pool," as it is called,- 

 a stopping-place, a period separating two 

 grand sentences. Resting here long enough 

 to part with its foam-bells and gray mix- 

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