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NOTES AND CORRESPONDENCE. 



In addition to longer articles suitable for the body of the magasine, the 

 editor would be glad to receive brief memoranda of all noteworthy trips or 

 explorations, together with brief comment and suggestion on any topics of 

 general interest to the Club. Descriptive or narrative articles, or notes 

 concerning the animals, birds, fish, forests, trails, geology, botany, etc., of 

 the mountains, will be acceptable. 



The oMce of the Sierra Club is Room 302 Mills Building, San Francisco, 

 where all Club members are welcome, and where all the maps, photographs, 

 and other records of the Club are kept. 



The Club would like to secure additional copies of those numbers of 

 the Sierra Club Bulletin which are noted on the back of the cover of this 

 number as being out of print, and we hope any member having extra 

 copies will send them to the Secretary. 



Memorial. 



The Outing Party of the Sierra Club, assembled in the Big 

 Arroyo Camp on this eighteenth day of July, 1908, desires to 

 express for permanent record its sense of loss and grief in the 

 sudden death of Miss Grace Barnett on the afternoon of Mon- 

 day, the thirteenth day of July. 



Grace Barnett was a Western girl, a student and graduate of 

 the University of California, and after graduation she taught 

 in the Berkeley schools. Among students, pupils, friends, she 

 was powerful, popular, beloved. She was eager to work, eager 

 to help, eager to give her utmost; and always of perfect sim- 

 plicity and dignity, unassuming, modest, brave. 



But the Sierrans met her in her happiest moods, for Grace 

 Barnett was a typical Sierran. Young, vigorous, gay, eager for 

 adventure, she loved the outdoor life among the forests and 

 mountains of her native State. She bloomed Hke a flower in 

 this wilderness, vivid with life, brilliant with color, responsive 

 to winds from the heights. She had the spirit of an explorer; 

 she would put her foot on untrodden soil, would test the invio- 

 late vastness of Nature in her secret and protected places, in the 

 haunts reserved from oyo. and foot of man. And in this love 

 she died, tempted too far by her joy in the wilds. Beloved of 

 the gods, she died in her youth — swiftly, easily, joyously; died 

 in the open air, between the lofty cliffs of the steep cafion, with 

 the song of the Big Arroyo singing in her ears. 



"If it be now, 'tis not to come." Since it was to be now, in 

 happy youth, and not in sober middle life nor placid age, what 

 death could be more fine, more fitting, for a daughter of the 

 Sierras who loved the open wilderness? Her fellow-members 



