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rock pinnacle that seems to point heavenward Hke a slender, 

 tapering finger (Plates XIII and XIV). It is especially impres- 

 sive when viewed endwise, from the direction of Long Mead- 

 ow, and doubtless it was named by someone who traveled 

 through that flat on his way to Soda Springs. The case is 

 parallel to that of Unicorn Peak, which was named unques- 

 tionably by someone in the Tuolumne Meadows, and whose 

 crest does not resemble a pointing horn except when viewed 

 endwise, from one particular direction. 



The second crest in question rises a scant mile to the north 

 of Columbia's Finger, and is of exactly the same narrow, linear 

 type. It even duplicates the latter's terminal pinnacle, but only 

 in what, by contrast, might be called a ''stubby thumb." More 

 perfectly modeled even than Columbia's Finger, this crest elo- 

 quently tells its story — one wonders that it should still be with- 

 out a name. 



The third crest is a much more imposing feature than 

 either of the foregoing. Rising abruptly from a long-drawn 

 ridge as even-topped as the roof of a house, about a mile south 

 of the Unicorn, it attracts the eye at once by its wonderful 

 symmetry and the supreme boldness of its design. Seen end- 

 wise it seems but a narrow blade, springing almost without 

 transition from the broad mountain under it. From certain 

 directions it is suggestive of the upper half of an ornamental 

 "fleur-de-lis," but from most view-points it resembles nothing 

 so much as a splendidly sculptured, gigantic cockscomb. In- 

 deed, it stands planted upon the ice-smoothed ridge as a cocks- 

 comb surmounts the proud head of a cock. 



The appropriateness of the name Cockscomb may be judged 

 from the view reproduced herewith. The writer does not claim 

 to be a connoisseur in poultry ; nevertheless, he believes that the 

 likeness to a lobate cockscomb is fairly close — as close as one 

 might expect to find in a piece of mountain sculpture. 



Last summer it was the writer's pleasure to accompany a 

 party from the Sierra Club under the leadership of Mr. Colby 

 across the Cathedral Range by the natural pass above EHzabeth 

 Lake, and into the country at the headwaters of Echo Creek, 

 where the Cockscomb stands. He took that occasion tentative- 

 ly to submit to those present the name Cockscomb, and was 



