. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . recall the beautiful Indian legend of Tis-sa-ack. Tis-sa-ack was the tutelar goddess of the valley, as Tu-toch anulawas its fostering god, the former a radiant maiden, the latter an everyoung immortal. Fascinated by his fair companion, Tu-toch-anulaspent in her arms all the long days of the occidental summer, dallyingand embracing until the valley tribes began to starve for want of thecrops which
. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . recall the beautiful Indian legend of Tis-sa-ack. Tis-sa-ack was the tutelar goddess of the valley, as Tu-toch anulawas its fostering god, the former a radiant maiden, the latter an everyoung immortal. Fascinated by his fair companion, Tu-toch-anulaspent in her arms all the long days of the occidental summer, dallyingand embracing until the valley tribes began to starve for want of thecrops which his supervision should have ripened, until a deputation ofvenerable men came from the dying people to prostrate themselves atthe foot of Tis-sa-ack. Filled with anguish at her nations woes, she-arose from her lovers arms and cried for aid from the Great a terrible thunder sound, the mighty cone split from heaven toearth, its frontal half falling down to dam the snow waters back intoa lake, whence to this day the beautiful valley stream takes one of itsbranches, the remaining segment to stand through all time as theGreat South Dome, under the immemorial title of Tis-sa-ack. On its-. GLIMPSES OF THE ECHOES FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 479 brow Tu-toch-anula carved the image of the divine maiden, as he hadcarved his own on El Capitan. Concentrating your gaze upon the mystic depths of the vast emer-ald amphitheater below, your eye rests upon a sweep of green, that,broad and beautiful just beneath, narrows to a mere strip between theabutments that from the foundation of the great domes, farto thewestward, widening more and more, it opens into the bosom of greatmountain ranges, into a field of light, misty by its own excess into anunspeakable suffusion of glory, rising from the phoenix-like pile of thedying sun. Here it lies almost as treeless as some rich old clovermead ; yonder its luxurious, smooth greens give way to a dense woodof cedars, oaks and pines. No
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