My First Summer 



of the valley, and every tree, though look- 

 ing small and feathery, stands in admirabl< 

 clearness, and the shadows they cast are 

 distinct in outline as if seen at a distana 

 of a few yards. They appeared even mor< 

 so. No words will ever describe the ex- 

 quisite beauty and charm of this mountai; 

 park - - Nature's landscape garden at once 

 tenderly beautiful and sublime. No wonder 

 it draws nature-lovers from all over the 

 world. 



Glacial action even on this lofty summit 

 is plainly displayed. Not only has all the 

 lovely valley now smiling in sunshine been 

 filled to the brim with ice, but it has been 

 deeply overflowed. 



I visited our old Yosemite camp-ground 

 on the head of Indian Creek, and found it 

 fairly patted and smoothed down with bear- 

 tracks. The bears had eaten all the shee] 

 that were smothered in the corral, and somi 

 of the grand animals must have died, for Mr. 

 Delaney, before leaving camp, put a larg< 



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