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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



streams, and gain Lone Pine Lake where the river is 

 wont to pause a moment in summer on a terrace in its 

 downward plunge. 



Friday Evening, in Camp on the Trail. 

 "As thy work, so must thy strength be." 



We are glad to settle down here by a mahogany camp- 

 fire on the steep hillside. Our canopy is an ancient fir 

 tree whose branches are so round, so hoary, and so sturdy 

 that they suggest the Druids. What a fitting tree to 

 build a Hunding's Hiitte around! 



We are tired to-night. We have climbed 3500 feet to 

 gain 1000 feet and elevate our camp to this point. This 

 does not include the 3500 feet down nor the struggle 

 with wet snow, into which we often sank above our 

 knees. Had it not been for our rubber leggings, we 

 should have been compelled to retreat. 



Our method of hauling our outfit was ludicrous but 

 inevitable, owing to the nature of the slope traversed. 

 We hauled and pushed until Marsh was blind; then 

 hauled on the hundred-foot life line, following that by 

 dividing our stuff into sections, which we packed on 

 our shoulders, the sleds riding ignominiously bottom up. 

 So steep was the grade that we often rose our height 

 within our length. On the last carry of only one hun- 

 dred feet I took off my mittens, laid down my alpen- 

 stock, and was on the point of removing my colored 

 glasses, so exhausted had I become. 



The scenery yesterday was grand. To-night it is more 

 congenial. The night is mild. Lone Pine Lake, where 

 we shall make our base camp, is only eight hundred feet 

 above us. No fear of not gaining the summit, even in 

 storm, providing the slopes are passable. 



Saturday, March 4, at Dawn. 

 "Sleeping 'neath the old pine tree." Its branches are 

 just growing ruddy in the morning glow. The western 

 branches are somewhat shorter — evidence of high and 



