My First Summer 



about three feet wide in most places, widening 

 here and there into pools six or eight feet in 

 diameter with no apparent current, the banks 

 bossily rounded by the down-curving mossy 

 sod, grass panicles over-leaning like minia- 

 ture pine trees, and rugs of bryanthus spread- 

 ing here and there over sunken boulders. At 

 the foot of the meadow the stream, rich with 

 the juices of the plants it has refreshed, sings 

 merrily down over shelving rock ledges 

 on its way to the Tuolumne River. The 

 sublime, massive Mt. Dana and its com- 

 panions, green, red, and white, loom impres- 

 sively above the pines along the eastern 

 horizon; a range or spur of gray rugged 

 granite crags and mountains on the north; 

 the curiously crested and battlemented Mt. 

 Hoffman on the west; and the Cathedral 

 Range on the south with its grand Cathe- 

 dral Peak, Cathedral Spires, Unicorn Peak, 

 and several others, gray and pointed, or 

 massively rounded. 



August 22. Clouds none, cool west 

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