Sierra Club Bulletin. 



Vol. VI. San Francisco, June, 1907. No. 3. 



THE AFTERMATH OF A CLUB OUTING. 

 By Alden Sampson. 



For the suggestion that we should take a look into 

 the Roaring River country we were indebted to one of 

 the earliest members of this Club, after whom, in case 

 of doubt, peaks are named in the Sierra. Five days 

 we spent in the Giant Forest, including that of our 

 arrival, then retraced the trail by which we had come 

 as far as Rowell Meadow. An occasional picture re- 

 mains in memory; for instance, we saw where a bear 

 had gnawed in a dead stub at a hole dug by a wood- 

 pecker for ants, and had given it up, and we passed a 

 thicket of chaparral near the Sherman tree, where As- 

 sistant Superintendent Fry told me that he had on two 

 or three occasions routed out a bear. He made use of 

 one phrase in describing this incident which is not lacking 

 in a certain quality of vividness. He said that his dog 

 would quite fearlessly go into the tangle in search of 

 the bear, but when the latter charged him would come 

 dashing out 'Vith his tail sticking straight out under 

 his chin." That was a vigorous rendering of the scene, 

 and summons the picture before us. A man does not 

 have to be a dog to feel the force of the description ; 

 one touch of nature makes the whole world kin. 



Again we stopped to enjoy the wonderful panorama 

 at Profile View, the grandeur of snow-peaks, and of 

 valleys intervening, where even at this distance brooded 

 the pleasant gloom of the forest, emphasizing in the dis- 

 tant mellowness of atmosphere the clean-cut dignity 

 of mountain-tops, sharply outlined against the sky. All 

 the foreground is naked rock, the record of glacial action, 



