The neighboring peaks rose high above us.

One peak, on the eastern side of the lake, rises nearly forty-four hundred feet above the lake, and on the side (toward which Fremont was looking) one peak rises 4925 feet above the lake; and we ascended one of them to obtain a better view.
The waves were curling in the breeze, and their dark-green color showed it to be a body of deep water.

For a long time we sat enjoying the view, for we had become fatigued with mountains, and the free expanse of moving waves was very grateful.

It was set like a gem in the mountains, which, from our position, seemed to inclose it almost entirely.

At the western end it communicated with the line of basins we had left a few days since; and on the opposite side it swept a ridge of snowy mountains, the foot of the great Sierra.