VII. 



CLIFF-DWELLERS IN THE CA&ON. 



Glad 



With light as with a garment it is clad 

 Each dawn, before the tardy plains have won 

 One ray ; and often after day has long been done 

 For us, the light doth cling reluctant, sad to leave its brow. 



H. H. 



THE happiest day of my summer in the 

 Rocky Mountains was passed in the heart of 

 a mountain consecrated by the songs and the 

 grave of its lover, "H. H.,"-- beautiful Chey- 

 enne, the grandest and the most graceful of its 

 range. 



Camp Harding, my home for the season, in 

 its charming situation, has already been de- 

 scribed. The fortunate dwellers in this " happy 

 valley " were blessed with two delectable walks, 

 u down the road " and " up the road." Down 

 the road presented an enchanting procession of 

 flowers, which changed from day to day as the 

 season advanced ; to-day the scarlet castilleia, 

 or painter' s-brush, flaming out of the coarse 

 grasses ; to-morrow the sand lily, lifting its 



