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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



That night we made our camp under the tamaracks 

 by the side of the water, and watched the flaming sunset 

 framed by the canon walls, and again in the morning saw 

 it rise as brilliantly, now making gorgeous the eastern 

 and lower end of the canon, which lay before us. 



And in a leisurely way we roused ourselves and made 

 the six remaining miles to Junction Meadow, arriving 

 there at noon. Our "grub" was gone, so from each Sierra 

 member we begged a morsel, thus fortifying ourselves 

 until the eagerly anticipated arrival of the commissary. 



