There against the blue
sky stands the perpendicular wall of Half Dome, almost within arm's
reach, seemingly, in that clear atmosphere. There stand El Capitan and
the Three Graces. And there at every turn of the trail pours the
glorious Yosemite Fall, at first too far away for the ear to notice its
distant thunder. Then on closer approach the faint roar is heard across
the canon. The attention becomes fixed more and more upon this majestic
cataract, to set off which the wonderful mountain walls seem to have
been specially created. The trail from Glacier Point, beginning at an
altitude above the top of the fall opposite, reveals it in its whole
nakedness--shows its rise in the vast watershed of upland mountain
valleys, and then by degrees leads you closer and closer to it until, at
Union Point, its glory is perfect.
But why attempt to outline the wonders of that famous valley?
If Mr. and Mrs. Mat Bailey were not actually happy ever after, they
found life worth living. As only people of humble fortune are likely to
do, they lived the simple life. And they found it pleasant. They
realized, as many people of humble fortune do not, that the sweetest
pleasure can be derived from the cheerful performance of obvious and
commonplace duties.
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