Western field . a lone grouse was disturbed and wentwhirring off into space over the precipitousbrow of the summits level. There is something that can not be said inwords, to a person who has never been there,that will convey an idea of the experience at-tending a visit to the very top of a highmountain; it is something each must knowand realize and appreciate according to hissusceptibility to such impressions, which ofcourse may in a measure be determined byones bodily comfort at the time as well asones mental attributes. It was an impressive thing to be awakenedby the chirps of the first bir
Western field . a lone grouse was disturbed and wentwhirring off into space over the precipitousbrow of the summits level. There is something that can not be said inwords, to a person who has never been there,that will convey an idea of the experience at-tending a visit to the very top of a highmountain; it is something each must knowand realize and appreciate according to hissusceptibility to such impressions, which ofcourse may in a measure be determined byones bodily comfort at the time as well asones mental attributes. It was an impressive thing to be awakenedby the chirps of the first bird and watch thechanging colors of the sky as each newmorning dawned, and to see the glinting sun-beams streak with light the terraced and pin-nacled south wall of the valley about thetop of Mt. Lincoln. If there were fish in thesmall streams emptying into Lake Van Nor-den, they chose to bite so early in the morn-ing that the heavy dew on the grass pre-vented the fishermen—in this case a woman 98 WESTERN FIELD. ON THE TOP OF MT. —from often breaking fast with a finny is possible there were other reasons exert-ing a retarding influence. Several visits to the top of Mt. Lincolnwere enjoyed, although it involved a climbfrom the 7000 to the 8000-foot level. Thereis an abundance of good water along thetrails, but the lunch on the very summitmeans to be thirsty or to carry water up thelast few hundred feet. Along the crest of theSierras, between Mt. Lincoln and TinkerKnob, there is a region for the geologist asnear heaven as he can well get, with allkinds of suggestions for his most reflectivemoods. One day when resting on Mt. Andersonand passing the sardines and crackersaround, attention was attracted to the beau-tiful cumulus clouds that began formingright over head; they seemed so near and soponderable, that to think of tossing ones hatup would generate the fear that it wouldlodge in the clouds and be borne away, forall there was no wind blowing save only agent
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