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it five years ago as the bleakest, most desolate and 

 uncomfortable camp the Sierra Club ever made, was 

 this year a part of a wonderful flower garden whose 

 masses of color stretched in almost unbroken splendor 

 from Coyote Pass to Farewell Gap. From Mineral King 

 the party crossed Timber Gap and made a short day's 

 trip to Redwood Meadows, giving a few energetic mem- 

 bers the opportunity to climb Sawtooth Peak. 



The last day on the trail was one of many beautiful 

 pictures — a brilliant dawn flying rosy banners far above 

 the majestic crowns of the sequoias; a golden sunrise 

 gleaming upon the wild, serrated skyline of the Great 

 Western Divide, which rises high above the canon of the 

 Kaweah; an ever-widening panorama as we gained the 

 heights of the Seven-Mile Hill; a camp among the firs, 

 and a rocky point from which we glimpsed the sunset 

 land. 



And another last picture we remember, the campfire 

 in the Giant Forest — the dark circle of trees; the inner 

 circle of faces, dimly illumined, receding into shadow at 

 the edges; and the firelight strong upon the central fig- 

 ure, our chief, John Muir, who, making his life one 

 with the mountain world, has learned through its beauty 

 and its wonder to read its soul. 



