Vistas of mountain-sides are seen on either hand, one beyond the other, the long slope of one slightly overlapping that of its nearer neighbor, offering for our inspection a succession of blue tints, becoming more and more delicate in the distance till they melt into the sky.
The mules care less for visible azure than for edible verdure, and soon carried us by this picture.

Far up the trail is a pretty scene upon our own mountain.

Suddenly we came out of the cool, wild forest upon a little level spot, by the spring of the mountain stream.

Here is an old camp with green grass growing up about the deserted building.

After a final winding journey around the steep southerly side of the mountain, came the first full view of the wild chaos of broken ranges toward the desert.