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in group, or as a single tree. Each branch is graceful; 

 the sun shining through upon many trunks makes a 

 worthy study in light and shade ; and a single tree is in 

 itself a picture. 



On a clear day let us dwell for a moment on the view 

 looking west, with Mt. Tamalpais standing dark and 

 stately against the sky; the estuary, like a silver thread 

 in the deep blue of the distance ; the patches of rich dark, 

 olive-tinted blue-gums at our feet; and the bright green 

 meadows streaked with the yellow roads. It is a scene 

 worth climbing for, apart from the health derived from 

 the sweet, pure air. 



And then to Lake Chabot. Many an hour have I spent 

 wandering along its beautiful banks, forgetting the worry 

 and bustle of the city, and wondering at my solitude. A 

 well-formed carriage road skirts the left bank, from 

 which glimpses of the lake, at some times through and at 

 others over the tops of the trees, form an ever-changing 

 panorama. 



If we time our return so that we leave the lake at 

 sunset, and the heavens are kind to us — not too lavish 

 in the matter of clouds — well, no, I will not attempt a 

 description. 



At the conclusion of our worship at the shrine of the 

 Setting Sun, we wend our way into the shadows of the 

 vale and take our well-earned repose. 



