He who reaches the heart of the wilderness of the Sierra Nevadas will find himself neighboring with nature's calm and unfailing greatness. As he lifts his eyes from the rough trail, his outlook will always compass at least three things which men have not been able, as yet, either to mar or monopolize,—a glorious rift of sky overhead, the tremendous shoulders of gray granite that hold it up, and an ocean of air that floods all the mountains with a forest-perfumed purity. As one advances into the fastnesses of the mountains, the way grows ever more broken and sinuous, the scenery more bold and inspiring, until he acquires a sense of being wholly separated from men and all their makings, and of having entered the stillness and strength that is from everlasting to everlasting, "with God."

Possessed by this feeling of remoteness, and mindful, as he has been made by many a climb, of the relative inaccessibility of the region, one can but be greatly astonished to come suddenly upon the evidences of a stupendous business enterprise, a huge mining-camp, with its mills, workshops, boarding-houses, etc., crowded into the confines of a little canyon whose wooded walls are something more or less than a half mile in height. The wanderer's wonder will grow apace when he comes to know something of the long-time toil and untold expenditure involved in the erection and operation of such a plant in such a place, and as he thinks of it in after years it may prove an impressive reminder that, as there is no halting at obstacles, however huge and stubborn, by those who are seeking for earthly gains, so should there be no lack of energy and abandon, willingness to venture and to invest for God, upon the part of those who are seeking for the true riches.

July 23, 1910

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