My First Summer 



contrasts. Hot deserts bounded by snow- 

 laden mountains, cinders and ashes scat- 

 tered on glacier-polished pavements, frost 

 and fire working together in the making 

 of beauty. In the lake are several volcanic 

 islands, which show that the waters were 

 once mingled with fire. 



Glad to get back to the green side of the 

 mountains, though I have greatly enjoyed the 

 gray east side and hope to see more of it. 

 Reading these grand mountain manuscripts 

 displayed through every vicissitude of heat 

 and cold, calm and storm, upheaving volca- 

 noes and down-grinding glaciers, we see that 

 everything in Nature called destruction must 

 be creation, a change from beauty to 

 beauty. 



Our glacier meadow camp north of the 

 Soda Springs seems more beautiful every day. 

 The grass covers all the ground though the 

 leaves are thread-like in fineness, and in walk- 

 ing on the sod it seems like a plush carpet 

 of marvelous richness and softness, and the 

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