Sierra Club Bulletin 



exercise for nearly thirty hours and had climbed about 7000 verti- 

 cal feet. Under ordinary conditions a competent mountaineer should 

 not find the mountain excessively difficult — if he knows the route. 



Meanwhile my wife told how she descended near the stream after 

 we had parted at the glacier. The avalanche, which to me had 

 seemed to spread out over the glacier, had continued down the gorge. 

 For over fifteen minutes by her watch the great boulders had torn 

 past her, jarring the rock beneath which she crouched. She was un- 

 able to find our bags, for they had been carried away, although we 

 had left them far below the glacier. After climbing up and down in 

 search of them for several hours, she worked her way to the cabin 

 before dark. 



We were soon on our way to Menor Ferry across the Snake, where 

 we footed it for several hot miles to the main highway, secured a 

 car, and reached Moran late that night. In forty hours I had en- 

 joyed very little sleep, but nothing can dim my memory of the giant 

 Tetons, soft and blue against the orange sky. Early in the morning 

 we started on a long day's ride to the northern entrance of the Yellow- 

 stone. Regretfully we left the mountains rosy in the morning glow, 

 while peacefully the full moon lingered over Mount Moran. 



SPLENDORS OF THE POOR 



If rank and wealth within the mind abide^ 

 'Then gilded dust is all your yellow gold. 

 Kings in their fretted palaces grow old; 

 Youth dwells forever at Contentment' s side, 

 A mist-cloud hanging at the river s hrim^ 

 Pink almond flowers along the purple bought 

 A hut rose-girdled under moon-swept skies, 

 A painted bridge half-seen in shadows dim, — 

 These are the splendors of the poor, and thou, 

 O wine of spring, the vintage of the wise, 



HSij KUNG t'u, 

 834-908 A. D. 



