LOOKING INTO TUOLUMNE CANYON 



FALLS IN ROCKY CANYON 



west slope of the Sierra Nevada Moun- 

 tains near Mt. Dana and followed down 

 the main ridge to Mt. Lyell. We went 

 in over the old Tioga trail and came out 

 by way of the Sunset trail and the 

 Yosemite Valley. The total distance 

 covered by the horses was slightly in 

 excess of 200 miles. The time consumed 

 was three weeks ; but more than half 

 this time was spent in camp. 



The guide whom we selected has been 

 accompanying one or more members of 

 our party into the mountains for the 

 past ten years. He was first employed 

 because he had been born and raised in 

 the mountains and knew them thor- 

 oughly. He was retained for subsequent 

 trips because of his all-around efficiency. 



A half a day on the railroad, one 

 night at a mountain hostelry, and one 

 day on the stage, brought us to Sequoia 

 Station on the Big Oak Flat, Yosemite 

 Road, where we met our guide and 

 found the provisions which we had 

 packed and shipped ahead. 



Your proper guide will exercise great 

 care in the selection of trail animals. 

 They must be born and bred to the 

 mountains, accustomed to clambering 

 over rocks in search of feed, and capa- 

 ble of fattening on a country that would 

 appear scarcely able to sustain a goat. 

 They must be strong and gentle, sure- 

 footed on the most difficult trails and 

 trained to stand whenever the bridle 

 rein is drawn over the head and dropped 

 to the ground. The horses we found 

 awaiting us proved to be such as these. 

 Any one of them would follow a dis- 

 mounted rider for miles without the aid 

 of lead rope. The pack animals would 

 often drop to the rear, but would never 

 get off the track of those in the lead, 

 and, when we would stop for a minute or 

 two, we would look back and see them 

 toiling steadily along behind us. At 

 night we would strip the horses and turn 

 them loose. They never wandered far 

 from camp, and were easily caught in 

 the morning. 



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