CHAPTER VI 



AMONG THE ANIMALS OF THE YOSEMITE 



The Sierra bear, brown or gray, the sequoia 

 of the animals, tramps over all the park, though 

 few travelers have the pleasure of seeing him. 

 On he fares through the majestic forests and 

 canons, facing all sorts of weather, rejoicing in 

 his strength, everywhere at home, harmonizing 

 with the trees and rocks and shaggy chaparral. 

 Happy fellow ! his lines have fallen in pleasant 

 places, — lily gardens in silver-fir forests, miles 

 of bushes in endless variety and exuberance of 

 bloom over hill-waves and valleys and along the 

 banks of streams, canons full of music and 

 waterfalls, parks fair as Eden, — places in which 

 one might expect to meet angels rather than 

 bears. 



In this happy land no famine comes nigh him. 

 All the year round his bread is sure, for some of 

 the thousand kinds that he likes are always in 

 season and accessible, ranged on the shelves of 

 the mountains like stores in a pantry. From 

 one to another, from climate to climate, up and 

 down he climbs, feasting on each in turn, — en- 



