BACK TO THE LOWLANDS
_September 9._ Weariness rested away and I feel eager and ready for
another excursion a month or two long in the same wonderful wilderness.
Now, however, I must turn toward the lowlands, praying and hoping Heaven
will shove me back again.
The most telling thing learned in these mountain excursions is the
influence of cleavage joints on the features sculptured from the general
mass of the range. Evidently the denudation has been enormous, while the
inevitable outcome is subtle balanced beauty. Comprehended in general
views, the features of the wildest landscape seem to be as harmoniously
related as the features of a human face. Indeed, they look human and
radiate spiritual beauty, divine thought, however covered and concealed
by rock and snow.
Mr. Delaney has hardly had time to ask me how I enjoyed my trip, though
he has facilitated and encouraged my plans all summer, and declares I’ll
be famous some day, a kind guess that seems strange and incredible to a
wandering wilderness-lover with never a thought or dream of fame while
humbly trying to trace and learn and enjoy Nature’s lessons.
The camp stuff is now packed on the horses, and the flock is headed for
the home ranch. Away we go, down through the pines, leaving the lovely
lawn where we have camped so long. I wonder if I’ll ever see it again.
The sod is so tough and close it is scarcely at all injured by the
sheep. Fortunately they are not fond of silky glacier meadow grass. The
day is perfectly clear, not a cloud or the faintest hint of a cloud is
visible, and there is no wind. I wonder if in all the world, at a height
of nine thousand feet, weather so steadily, faithfully calm and bright
and hospitable may anywhere else be found. We are going away fearing
destructive storms, though it is difficult to conceive weather changes
so great.
Though the water is now low in the river, the usual difficulty occurred
in getting the flock across it. Every sheep seemed to be invincibly
determined to die any sort of dry death rather than wet its feet. Carlo
has learned the sheep business as perfectly as the best shepherd, and it
is interesting to watch his intelligent efforts to push or frighten the
silly creatures into the water. They had to be fairly crowded and shoved
over the bank; and when at last one crossed because it could not push
its way back, the whole flock suddenly plunged in headlong together, as
if the river was the only desirable part of the world. Aside from mere
money profit one would rather herd wolves than sheep. As soon as they
clambered up the opposite bank, they began baaing and feeding as if
nothing unusual had happened. We crossed the meadows and drove slowly up
the south rim of the valley through the same woods I had passed on my
way to Cathedral Peak, and camped for the night by the side of a small
pond on top of the big lateral moraine.
_September 10._ In the morning at daybreak not one of the two thousand
sheep was in sight. Examining the tracks, we discovered that they had
been scattered, perhaps by a bear. In a few hours all were found and
gathered into one flock again. Had fine view of a deer. How graceful and
perfect in every way it seemed as compared with the silly, dusty,
tousled sheep! From the high ground hereabouts had another grand view to
the northward—a heaving, swelling sea of domes and round-backed ridges
fringed with pines, and bounded by innumerable sharp-pointed peaks, gray
and barren-looking, though so full of beautiful life. Another day of the
calm, cloudless kind, purple in the morning and evening. The evening
glow has been very marked for the last two or three weeks. Perhaps the
“zodiacal light.”
_September 11._ Cloudless. Slight frost. Calm. Fairly started downhill,
and now are camped at the west end meadows of Lake Tenaya—a charming
place. Lake smooth as glass, mirroring its miles of glacier-polished
pavements and bold mountain walls. Find aster still in flower. Here is
about the upper limit of the dwarf form of the goldcup oak,—eight
thousand feet above sea-level,—reaching about two thousand feet higher
than the California black oak (_Quercus Californica_). Lovely evening,
the lake reflections after dark marvelously impressive.
_September 12._ Cloudless day, all pure sun-gold. Among the magnificent
silver firs once more, within two miles of the brink of Yosemite, at the
famous Portuguese bear camp. Chaparral of goldcup oak, manzanita, and
ceanothus abundant hereabouts, wanting about the Tuolumne meadows,
although the elevation is but little higher there. The two-leaved pine,
though far more abundant about the Tuolumne meadow region, reaches its
greatest size on stream-sides hereabouts and around meadows that are
rather boggy. All the best dry ground is taken by the magnificent silver
fir, which here reaches its greatest size and forms a well-defined
belt. A glorious tree. Have fine bed of its boughs to-night.
_September 13._ Camp this evening at Yosemite Creek, close to the
stream, on a little sand flat near our old camp-ground. The vegetation
is already brown and yellow and dry; the creek almost dry also. The
slender form of the two-leaved pine on its banks is, I think, the
handsomest I have anywhere seen. It might easily pass at first sight for
a distinct species, though surely only a variety (_Murrayana_), due to
crowded and rapid growth on good soil. The yellow pine is as variable,
or perhaps more so. The form here and a thousand feet higher, on
crumbling rocks, is broad branching, with closely furrowed, reddish
bark, large cones, and long leaves. It is one of the hardiest of pines,
and has wonderful vitality. The tassels of long, stout needles shining
silvery in the sun, when the wind is blowing them all in the same
direction, is one of the most splendid spectacles these glorious Sierra
forests have to show. This variety of _Pinus ponderosa_ is regarded as a
distinct species, _Pinus Jeffreyi_, by some botanists. The basin of this
famous Yosemite stream is extremely rocky,—seems fairly to be paved
with domes like a street with big cobblestones. I wonder if I shall ever
be allowed to explore it. It draws me so strongly, I would make any
sacrifice to try to read its lessons. I thank God for this glimpse of
it. The charms of these mountains are beyond all common reason,
unexplainable and mysterious as life itself.
_September 14._ Nearly all day in magnificent fir forest, the top
branches laden with superb erect gray cones shining with beads of pure
balsam. The squirrels are cutting them off at a great rate. Bump, bump,
I hear them falling, soon to be gathered and stored for winter bread.
Those that chance to be left by the industrious harvesters drop the
scales and bracts when fully ripe, and it is fine to see the
purple-winged seeds flying in swirling, merry-looking flocks seeking
their fortunes. The bole and dead limbs of nearly every tree in the main
forest-belt are ornamented by conspicuous tufts and strips of a yellow
lichen.
Camped for the night at Cascade Creek, near the Mono Trail crossing.
Manzanita berries now ripe. Cloudiness to-day about .10. The sunset very
rich, flaming purple and crimson showing gloriously through the aisles
of the woods.
_September 15._ The weather pure gold, cloudiness about .05, white
cirrus flects and pencilings around the horizon. Move two or three miles
and camp at Tamarack Flat. Wandering in the woods here back of the pines
which bound the meadows, I found very noble specimens of the
magnificent silver fir, the tallest about two hundred and forty feet
high and five feet in diameter four feet from the ground.
_September 16._ Crawled slowly four or five miles to-day through the
glorious forest to Crane Flat, where we are camped for the night. The
forests we so admired in summer seem still more beautiful and sublime in
this mellow autumn light. Lovely starry night, the tall, spiring
tree-tops relieved in jet black against the sky. I linger by the fire,
loath to go to bed.
_September 17._ Left camp early. Ran over the Tuolumne divide and down a
few miles to a grove of sequoias that I had heard of, directed by the
Don. They occupy an area of perhaps less than a hundred acres. Some of
the trees are noble, colossal old giants, surrounded by magnificent
sugar pines and Douglas spruces. The perfect specimens not burned or
broken are singularly regular and symmetrical, though not at all
conventional, showing infinite variety in general unity and harmony; the
noble shafts with rich purplish brown fluted bark, free of limbs for one
hundred and fifty feet or so, ornamented here and there with leafy
rosettes; main branches of the oldest trees very large, crooked and
rugged, zigzagging stiffly outward seemingly lawless, yet unexpectedly
stooping just at the right distance from the trunk and dissolving in
dense bossy masses of branchlets, thus making a regular though greatly
varied outline,—a cylinder of leafy, outbulging spray masses,
terminating in a noble dome, that may be recognized while yet far off
upheaved against the sky above the dark bed of pines and firs and
spruces, the king of all conifers, not only in size but in sublime
majesty of behavior and port. I found a black, charred stump about
thirty feet in diameter and eighty or ninety feet high—a venerable,
impressive old monument of a tree that in its prime may have been the
monarch of the grove; seedlings and saplings growing up here and there,
thrifty and hopeful, giving no hint of the dying out of the species. Not
any unfavorable change of climate, but only fire, threatens the
existence of these noblest of God’s trees. Sorry I was not able to get a
count of the old monument’s annual rings.
Camp this evening at Hazel Green, on the broad back of the dividing
ridge near our old camp-ground when we were on the way up the mountains
in the spring. This ridge has the finest sugar-pine groves and finest
manzanita and ceanothus thickets I have yet found on all this wonderful
summer journey.
_September 18._ Made a long descent on the south side of the divide to
Brown’s Flat, the grand forests now left above us, though the sugar pine
still flourishes fairly well, and with the yellow pine, libocedrus, and
Douglas spruce, makes forests that would be considered most wonderful in
any other part of the world.
The Indians here, with great concern, pointed to an old garden patch on
the flat and told us to keep away from it. Perhaps some of their tribe
are buried here.
_September 19._ Camped this evening at Smith’s Mill, on the first broad
mountain bench or plateau reached in ascending the range, where pines
grow large enough for good lumber. Here wheat, apples, peaches, and
grapes grow, and we were treated to wine and apples. The wine I didn’t
like, but Mr. Delaney and the Indian driver and the shepherd seemed to
think the stuff divine. Compared to sparkling Sierra water fresh from
the heavens, it seemed a dull, muddy, stupid drink. But the apples, best
of fruits, how delicious they were—fit for gods or men.
On the way down from Brown’s Flat we stopped at Bower Cave, and I spent
an hour in it—one of the most novel and interesting of all Nature’s
underground mansions. Plenty of sunlight pours into it through the
leaves of the four maple trees growing in its mouth, illuminating its
clear, calm pool and marble chambers,—a charming place, ravishingly
beautiful, but the accessible parts of the walls sadly disfigured with
names of vandals.
_September 20._ The weather still golden and calm, but hot. We are now
in the foot-hills, and all the conifers are left behind, except the gray
Sabine pine. Camped at the Dutch Boy’s Ranch, where there are extensive
barley fields now showing nothing save dusty stubble.
_September 21._ A terribly hot, dusty, sunburned day, and as nothing was
to be gained by loitering where the flock could find nothing to eat save
thorny twigs and chaparral, we made a long drive, and before sundown
reached the home ranch on the yellow San Joaquin plain.
_September 22._ The sheep were let out of the corral one by one, this
morning, and counted, and strange to say, after all their adventurous
wanderings in bewildering rocks and brush and streams, scattered by
bears, poisoned by azalea, kalmia, alkali, all are accounted for. Of the
two thousand and fifty that left the corral in the spring lean and weak,
two thousand and twenty-five have returned fat and strong. The losses
are: ten killed by bears, one by a rattlesnake, one that had to be
killed after it had broken its leg on a boulder slope, and one that ran
away in blind terror on being accidentally separated from the
flock,—thirteen all told. Of the other twelve doomed never to return,
three were sold to ranchmen and nine were made camp mutton.
Here ends my forever memorable first High Sierra excursion. I have
crossed the Range of Light, surely the brightest and best of all the
Lord has built; and rejoicing in its glory, I gladly, gratefully,
hopefully pray I may see it again.
THE END
INDEX
_Abies concolor_ and _magnifica_. _See_ Fir, silver.
Abronia, 228.
_Adenostoma fasciculata_, 14, 19, 20.
_Adiantum Chilense_, 17.
Alpenglow, 220.
Alvord, Gen. Benjamin, 183, 185, 186.
Animals, domestic, afraid of bears, 107, 108.
Animals, wild, in the Merced Valley, 43;
clean, 18, 79;
man-eaters, 211, 212.
Antone, Portuguese shepherd, 209, 210.
Ants, 8, 43-47;
bite of, 46.
_Arctomys monax_. _See_ Woodchuck.
_Arctostaphylos pungens_. _See_ Manzanita.
Avalanches, 216, 217.
Azalea, “sheep poison,” 22.
_Azalea occidentalis_, 20.
Baccharis, 20.
Beans, as food, 81.
Bear, cinnamon, adventure with, 134-37.
Bear-hunting, 28-30.
Bears, favorite feeding-grounds of, 28, 29;
fond of ants, 46;
fear of, 107, 108;
very shy in Sierra, 108;
raid sheep camps, 191, 192, 194, 207, 209, 210, 211.
Billy, Mr. Delaney’s shepherd, 6, 61, 62, 75, 80, 146, 147;
his everlasting clothing, 129, 130;
afraid of bears, 191, 193;
quarrels with Mr. Delaney, 205.
Birds, 68, 96;
in the Merced Valley, 50, 65-67;
water ouzel, 106, 107, 223;
wrens, 170;
on Mount Hoffman, 173-77;
sparrows on Cathedral Peak, 251.
Bloody Cañon, 214;
origin of name, 215.
Bluebottle fly, 139.
Borer, 169.
Boulders, in streams, 47-49;
near Tamarack Creek, 100, 101.
Bower Cascade, 224.
Bower Cave, a marble palace, 25, 26, 262, 263.
Bread, famine, 75-85;
effects of the want of, 76, 77;
sheep-camp, 82, 83.
Brodiæa, 20.
Brown, David, bear-hunter, 27-30.
Brown’s Flat, 25, 27, 262.
Bryanthus, purple-flowered, 151, 161, 218.
Buffalo berries, 226.
Butler, Henry, 189, 190.
Butler, Prof. J. D., strange experience of Muir with, 178-91.
Butterflies, 160.
_Calochortus albus_, 17.
Camping, in the foothills, 10, 11;
on the North Fork of the Merced, 32-74;
at Tamarack Flat, 99;
in the Yosemite, 122;
near Soda Springs, 201, 229;
alone, in Bloody Cañon, 220-22;
on the Tuolumne, 232-53.
Cañon Creek, 223.
Carlo, St. Bernard dog, with Muir in the Sierra, 5, 6, 43, 57,
59, 60, 62, 123, 124, 154, 181, 192, 193;
afraid of bears, 116, 135;
runs away, 232, 233, 255.
Cascade Creek, 104, 259.
Cassiope, 244, 250.
Cathedral Peak, 154, 212, 231, 247, 250;
well named, 146;
a majestic temple, 198;
view from, 248;
height, 249.
Cedar, incense (_Libocedrus decurrens_), 20, 21, 93.
_Chamæbatia foliolosa_, 33, 34.
Chinaman, shepherd’s helper, 6, 9.
Chipmunk, in the Sierra, 171, 172.
Cleavage joints, 254.
Clouds, 56, 73, 147, 148, 242, 243;
sky mountains, 18, 19, 37, 39, 61, 133, 144, 145.
Coffee, 82.
_Corylus rostrata_, 65.
Coulterville, 9, 17, 19.
Crane Flat, 90, 92, 93, 260.
Crows, 9, 248.
Crystals, radiant, 153, 250;
frost, 234, 236.
Daisy, blue arctic, 218.
Deer, black-tailed, 142.
Delaney, Mr., sheep-owner, 6, 12, 25, 27, 36, 83, 103, 104, 112-14,
194, 206, 233, 238, 246, 254, 262;
engages Muir to go with his flock to the Sierra, 4, 5;
describes David Brown’s method of bear-hunting, 28-30;
talks of bears in general, 107, 108;
a big-hearted Irishman, 214.
_Dendromecon rigidum_, 39.
Devil’s slides, 150.
Dogwood, Nuttall’s flowering, 64.
Dome Creek, 121.
Don Quixote, nickname for Mr. Delaney, 6, 12.
Elymus (wild rye), 226.
Emerald Pool, 189.
Eskimo, 69.
Fawn, baby, 232.
Ferns, 40, 41.
Fir, silver, 90-93, 98, 105, 257;
cones, 91, 167, 168, 259;
size, 143, 161, 162, 166, 260;
age, 166, 167;
leaves, 167.
Fire, in woods, 19, 202, 203.
Fishes, none in high Sierra lakes, 200.
Flicker, 173.
Floods, 48.
Flowers, in Merced Valley, 33, 35, 36, 40, 58;
at Crane Flat, 92, 93, 94;
on Yosemite Creek, 109, 110;
on Hoffman Range, 151, 152, 158, 160, 196;
in Tuolumne Meadows, 199, 203;
in Bloody Cañon, 218, 224, 225, 228, 230.
Flowing, everything is, 236.
Food, of bears, 28, 29, 46, 192;
of squirrels, 18, 69, 74, 168;
of Indians, 12, 46, 70, 226-28.
Foothills, 3-31.
Frogs, in the highest lakes, 200.
Frost, crystals, 234, 236.
Gallflies, 170.
Glacial action, 101, 102, 196, 197, 200, 202, 203, 205, 208, 215,
216, 224, 240, 248.
Glacier meadows, 229, 230.
Gold region, 55, 56;
mines near Mono Lake, 105.
Grasshopper, a queer fellow, 139-41.
Greeley’s Mill, 17, 20.
Grouse, blue or dusky, 175, 176.
Half-Dome, _or_ South Dome, 117, 122, 129.
Hare, 9.
Hare, little chief, 154, 155.
Hazel, beaked, 65.
Hazel Creek, 89.
Hazel Green, 87, 261.
Heat, in the foothills, 8.
Hemlock, mountain (_Tsuga Mertensiana_), 151, 247.
Hogs, 108.
Horseshoe Bend, 13, 19.
House-fly, on North Dome, 138, 139;
on Mount Hoffman, 169.
Hutchings, Mrs., landlady, 182.
Illilouette, 189.
Indian Basin, 121.
Indian Cañon, 115, 122, 181, 186, 187.
Indian Creek, 208.
Indians, Digger, 12, 30, 31, 262;
shepherd’s helper with Muir, 6, 9, 10, 86, 90;
anteaters, 46;
their power of escaping observation, 53, 54, 58;
an old woman, 58, 59;
Chief Tenaya, 165;
a hunter, 205, 206;
food, 206, 226, 227;
a dirty band, 218, 219;
women gathering wild rye, 226.
Ivy, poison, 26.
Jack, the shepherd’s little dog, 62, 63.
Joe, Portuguese shepherd, 209, 210.
Juniper, Sierra (_Juniperus occidentalis_), 110, 163-65.
Lake Hoffman, 154.
Lake Tenaya, 153, 155, 165, 195-97, 257;
Indian name, 166.
Landscape, sculpture of, 14;
a glorious, 115, 116;
features harmonious, 240, 254.
Liberty Cap, 183.
_Libocedrus decurrens_. _See_ Cedar, incense.
Lichens, 259.
Lightning, 15, 124, 125.
Lilies, 36, 37, 59, 60, 225.
_Lilium pardalinum_, 37.
_Lilium parvum_, 94, 95, 121.
Lily, twining, 50;
on poison ivy, 26.
Lily, Washington, 103.
Linosyris, 20.
Lizards, 8, 41-43, 65.
Magpies, 9.
Mammoth Mountain, 216, 242.
Manzanita (_Arctostaphylos_), 88, 89;
berries, 259.
Meadows, three kinds of, 158, 159;
glacier, 229, 230.
Merced River, 189;
North Fork of, 25;
camp on, 32-74.
Merced Valley, 13, 115.
Mono Desert, 226.
Mono Lake, 214, 226, 239;
flowers around, 228.
Mono Trail, 104, 109, 115, 195-213.
Moon, startling effect of, 221, 222.
Moraine Lake, 224, 225.
Moraines, 102, 216, 224, 240, 248.
Mosquitoes, Sierra, 169.
Mount Dana, 199, 230, 233, 234, 239, 242.
Mount Gibbs, 199, 242.
Mount Hoffman, 230;
height of, 149;
watershed, 150;
flowers, 151, 152, 158, 160;
hemlocks and pines, 151, 152;
crystals, 153;
strange dove-colored bird, 176.
Mount Lyell, 198, 253.
Mutton, exclusive diet of, 76.
_Neotoma_, 71-73.
Nevada Cañon, 182.
Nevada Fall, 187, 188, 207.
North Dome, 131, 134;
strange experience on, 178, 179.
Oak, blue (_Quercus Douglasii_), 8, 15.
Oak, California black (_Quercus Californica_), 15, 257.
Oak, dwarf (_Quercus chrysolepis_), 161.
Oak, goldcup, 50, 187, 257.
Oak, mountain live, 38.
Oak, poison, 26.
_Oreortyx ricta_, 174, 175.
Pictures, inadequate, 131.
Pika, 154, 155.
Pilot Peak Ridge, 32, 57, 65, 67, 84.
Pine, dwarf (_Pinus albicaulis_), 152, 248;
as fuel, 221.
Pine, mountain (_Pinus monticola_), 152.
Pine, Sabine, 12, 13, 263;
cones, 12.
Pine, silver, 52.
Pine, sugar, 17, 18, 51, 88, 90, 93;
cones, 50.
Pine, two-leaved or tamarack, 99, 110, 162, 163, 257, 258.
Pine, yellow, 15, 51, 52, 88, 93, 258;
cones, 17, 18.
Pino Blanco, 13.
Poppy, bush (_Dendromecon rigidum_), 39.
Porcupine Creek, 121, 206.
Portuguese shepherds, 206, 207, 208-10.
_Pseudotsuga Douglasii_, 93.
_Pteris aquilina_, 40, 41.
Quail, mountain (_Oreortyx ricta_), 174, 175.
Quails, 9.
_Quercus Californica_, 15, 257.
_Quercus chrysolepis_, 161.
_Quercus Douglasii_, 8, 15.
Rabbits, cottontail, 9, 227.
Raindrop, history of, 125-27.
Range of Light, 236, 264.
Rat, wood (_Neotoma_), 71-73.
Rattlesnakes, 9;
dog bitten by one, 63.
_Rhus diversiloba_. _See_ Ivy, poison.
Robin, 173, 174, 218.
Rye, wild, 226.
Sandy, David Brown’s dog, 27, 28, 30.
Saxifrage, giant (_Saxifraga peltata_), 35.
Sedge, 34, 35.
Seeds, 68.
_Sequoia gigantea_, 93;
grove of, 260, 261.
Shadows, of leaves, 59;
substantial looking, 233.
Sheep, Mr. Delaney’s flock, 5, 8, 9, 11, 61, 64, 86, 87, 256,
263, 264;
rate of travel, 7;
camping, 10;
poisoned by azalea, 22;
profitable, 22;
hoofed locusts, 56, 86;
stray, 57;
destructiveness of, 97, 195;
crossing a creek, 111-14;
have poor brain stuff, 114;
raided by bears, 191, 192, 194;
afraid of getting wet, 201, 202, 255.
Shepherd, degrading life of the Californian, 23;
in Scotland, 24;
the oriental, 24;
bed and food, 80, 81.
Slate, metamorphic, 6, 8, 14, 34.
Smith’s Mill, 262.
Soda Springs, 201, 229, 253.
South Dome, 122, 129.
Sparrows, 251.
Spiders, 53.
Spruce, Douglas, 93.
Squirrel, California gray, 69, 70.
Squirrel, Douglas, 18, 68-70, 96, 168.
_Stropholirion Californicum_. _See_ Lily, twining.
Sunrise, in the Yosemite, 124.
Sunset, 53.
Tamarack Creek, 100, 102, 106.
Tamarack Flat, 90, 259.
Tea, 80, 82.
Telepathy, strange case of, 178-91.
Tenaya, Yosemite chief, 165.
Tenaya Creek, 156.
Three Brothers, 207.
Thunder, in the mountains, 122, 123, 125.
Tissiack. _See_ Half-Dome.
Tourists, 98, 104, 190.
Trees and storm, 144.
Tuolumne Camp, 232-53.
Tuolumne Meadows, 198, 199.
Vaccinium, dwarf, 218.
_Veratrum Californicum_, 93, 94.
Vernal Fall, 182, 183, 187, 188, 207.
Volcanic cones, 228.
Water, music of, 21, 49, 97, 106.
Waterfalls, 34, 36, 47, 106, 118-20, 132, 187, 188, 223, 224.
Water ouzel, 106, 107, 223.
Waycup, 173.
Weather, in the mountains, 36, 39, 56, 61, 67, 73, 235, 237,
241, 245.
Willow, dwarf, 217.
Wind, at night, 21, 220.
Woodchuck (_Arctomys monax_), 154, 172, 173.
Wrens, story of a pair, 170.
Yosemite Creek, 104, 107, 109, 118, 150, 154, 258.
Yosemite Valley, 102, 104, 106, 107, 115-48, 187;
a nerve-trying experience in, 118-20;
sunrise in, 124;
thunder storm, 124, 125;
grandeur, 132, 133, 190.
Zodiacal light, 257.
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Transcriber’s note:
Illustration captions in CAPITALS are drawings; in _italics_ are
photographs.
The illustration captioned VIEW OF UPPER TUOLUMNE VALLEY had an
arrow pointing to Mt Ritter. This has been noted in the caption
for the illustration.
In the original publication, page 190 in the list of illustrations
appears before page 154. This has been changed.
A typographical error in the TOC had page 190 occurring before
page 154 in the original. This has been changed for ease of
reference.
The following changes were made:
p. 156 Hoffman and Cathderal Park to Cathedral
p. 166 only curly currus wisps scarce to cirrus
p. 171 most of their acomplishments to accomplishments
p. 267 Adenostema fasciculata to Adenostoma
throughout text: cham[oe]batia to chamæbatia
Inconsistent hyphenation has been retained as it appears in the
text for the following:
foothills and foot-hills
goldenrod and golden-rod
rootstocks and root-stocks
thunderstorm and thunder-storm
gristmill and grist-mill
lifelong and life-long
overleaning and over-leaning
snowstorm and snow-storm