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Sierra Club Bulletin, 



every crest and pinnacle within the broad horizon thrills 

 one with a call to further effort, with a vague unrest 

 like the rainbow lure or the voice of the sea. 



But our day's work was still far from done and all too 

 soon we had to turn our thoughts to earthly things. A 

 leisurely enjoyment of luncheon brought our siesta to a 

 close, and with a wonderful renewal of vigor we started 

 down the mountain. A slide or two in the now soft 

 snow helped to preserve the buoyancy in us till our packs 

 were reached, even if after resuming them dark thoughts 

 of the weary miles separating us from camp would 

 intrude. 



We turned northward, skirting the lake which lies at 

 the base of Banner Peak, and crossing the low divide that 

 leads down by an easy descent into the basin of Thousand 

 Island Lake. Here we had expected to camp, but the 

 frozen lake and the deep snow about its banks offered 

 such cold hospitality that there was nothing to do but 

 trudge on across Island Pass and down to Rush Creek. 



With this camp among the tamaracks and the snow- 

 banks, where a great white range walled us from the 

 green Tuolumne Meadows, this account of the knapsack 

 party properly ends, for here next morning we separated, 

 returning to camp in three divisions and in such season 

 as our incHnation (or our misadventures) dictated. The 

 story of the climb of Lyell via Donohue Pass, of the 

 fishing along the Tuolumne, or of the luckless three 

 who, belated by a snowblind companion, spent a lone- 

 some night on Lyell Creek, cheered with chocolate, tea, 

 and mush salted with corned beef, belongs rather to the 

 province of personal anecdote than to the general history 

 of this most delightful week. 



