A VIEW OF LAKE TAHOE 



Snow-capped mountains and lakes of every shade of blue are scattered throughout our 

 great Northwest in wild profusion. Seeing one after another does not dull one's apprecia- 

 tion of them, however; it only exhausts one's vocabulary. We cross the ocean to see the 

 much-advertised lakes of Scotland and Ireland, which, though picturesque, are eclipsed by 

 scores of lakes in our own land from the Atlantic to the Pacific. 



Within the boundaries of the Yosemite 

 and Sequoia National Parks tower the 

 oldest of living things — the Sequoia gi- 

 gantea (see the supplement and pages 

 412, 414, and 415). 



It is an unusual experience to stand 

 under these big trees, to gaze upon their 

 stately proportions, to reflect upon the 

 storms and stress they have survived, 

 and to visualize the strange changes in 



human history that have taken place since 

 they were seedlings. Long before Moses 

 had led the Children of Israel out of 

 Egypt, long before his brethren had car- 

 ried back to their father Joseph's blood- 

 stained coat of many colors, long even 

 before the birth of the patriarch whose 

 children and whose children's children to 

 the remotest generations the Most High 

 promised to bless, even before the aged 



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