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5 small drooping, they still retained their first tintings of crimson purple, the wrinkles of their bud folds were illegible
as if newly opened, all along the rim of cool brooks mild sloping places thousands of gentle mountain flowers were tasting
life for the first time - A few miles farther onward upward I found the edge of winter scarce a grass could be seen. The last
of the lilies Spring violets were left below, The winter scales were still shut upon the buds of the dwarf oaks Alders, The
grand Nevada pines waved col illegible to cold loud winds among rusting changing storm- clouds, Soon my horse was plunging
in snow ten feet in depth, the sky became darken more terrible Many voiced mountain winds swept the pines, speaking the dread?
lan- guage of the cold north, I now began to fall, in less than