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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



second El Capitan. A wisp of cloud is hovering round 

 its brow. High up its flank is a gateway through which 

 Saw Tooth Crags can be seen. Just within the gateway 

 lies Mirror Lake and Camp Celeste. We may not enter 

 through the gate directly. This is reserved for the fowl 

 of the air. But we may climb up another way and gain 

 its portal. 



What monstrous boulders are lying strewn on the 

 mountain-side where we slept last night. Some are 

 seventy-five feet long. One might have jostled us had 

 it fallen. To-day a rock fell from the face of Crag 

 Winchell. There were three sharp reports accompanied 

 by echoes on the heights. Then a fragment continued its 

 way down the face of the crag, leaping from point to 

 point with a sharp report like the blow of a giant stone 

 hammer, repeated as slowly as the ticking of a clock. 

 Thirteen blows or more were struck before the rock 

 found its resting place on the canon floor. There is room 

 enough, however, for us all here. So the reports gave 

 us only pleasure. 



We have a good base camp now. To-morrow we shall 

 make our advance camp at Mirror Lake, and then make 

 the dash for the summit. 



The scenes here are magnificent. Life is one long 

 delight, despite the heavy packing. 



Another lesson from the tamaracks. Two old fellows 

 near by are standing shoulder to shoulder, and so closely 

 that they are square rather than round. They are willing 

 to concede something in return for the mutual advantage 

 of each other's society. 



Sunday Noon, March 5, Camp Celeste, 9350 Feet. 



The trip up from Lone Pine Camp has been compara- 

 tively easy. The portal into which we passed is in reality 

 a long glen, known as Ibex Meadows on account of the 

 numerous horns of mountain sheep found there. At its 

 upper end is timber line. To the left is a frozen waterfall 

 of emerald hue. To the right is a tiny shelf containing 



