A High Sierra Circuit on King's River. i8i 



on whose broad acres, knee-deep in grass, were grazing 

 a score or two of animals. A cup of hot tea was Mr. 

 Kanawyer's welcome as we dropped into the grass for a 

 few moments' rest, and a camp-fire big as the biggest 

 lighted up the little grove in which we slept that evening. 



The next day's journey led us through Summit Meadow 

 and then down on to the floor of the King's. The day was 

 hot. A glaring sun beat against the lofty walls of rock 

 and its reflected heat gave to the gorge the character of 

 a Turkish bath. Scarcely a breath stirred and the river 

 seemed to keep the air at the maximum humidity. Walk- 

 ing was oppressive; everything seemed uninteresting; 

 and the writer recalled vividly his first entrance into 

 Yosemite Valley when, on a similar day he toiled ankle 

 deep through the granite sand below El Capitan and 

 would not have given a copper to have had Bridal Veil 

 Falls in his back-yard forever. But such days pass! 

 The six miles from Cedar Grove to Kanawyer's seemed 

 twenty, but were finally over ; and a plunge in the snow- 

 fed water washed away the dust from our faces and the 

 fret from our minds. 



We laid over a day to outfit for our round trip into 

 Paradise Valley, up Wood's Creek, over Glenn Pass and 

 down Bubb's Creek. Our first day consisted of a pleasant 

 stroll up the South Fork through the timber and shrub- 

 bery that covers the river bottom. W e watched the rain- 

 bow trout in the crystal water and picked cool, luscious 

 berries from bushes drenched with dew. At Mist Falls 

 we watched for a long lunch-hour the cataract of jewels 

 pouring over the rocks and forming rainbows which 

 framed-in the exquisite picture of Gardner Falls on the 

 opposite wall of the canon. Then came a scramble for a 

 couple of miles of bad trail over very wicked talus, fol- 

 lowed by a leisurely saunter through the wooded meadows 

 of Paradise Vafley. 



Knowing that the Sierra Club had stocked the creeks of 

 Paradise V alley with Eastern brook trout, we were antici- 

 pating the pleasure of beholding these dainty fish within 



