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The Rocky Mountain Wonderland
[Illustration: A WILD GARDEN IN THE WONDERLAND
On the Eastern Boundary-Line of the Rocky Mountain National Park]
The Rocky Mountain
Wonderland
By
Enos A. Mills
With Illustrations from Photographs
[Illustration]
Boston and New York
Houghton Mifflin Company
The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY ENOS A. MILLS
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
_Published April 1915_
To
George Horace Lorimer
Preface
Colorado has one thousand peaks that rise more than two miles into the
sky. About one hundred and fifty of these reach up beyond thirteen
thousand feet in altitude. There are more than twice as many peaks of
fourteen thousand feet in Colorado as in all the other States of the
Union. An enormous area is entirely above the limits of tree-growth;
but these heights above the timber-line are far from being barren and
lifeless. Covering these mountains with robes of beauty are forests,
lakes, meadows, brilliant flowers, moorlands, and vine-like streams
that cling to the very summits. This entire mountain realm is
delightfully rich in plant and animal life, from the lowest meadows to
the summits of the highest peaks.
Each year the State is colored with more than three thousand varieties
of wild flowers, cheered by more than four hundred species of birds,
and enlivened with a numerous array of other wild life. Well has it
been called the "Playground of America." It is an enormous and
splendid hanging wild garden.
This mountain State of the Union has always appealed to the
imagination and has called forth many graphic expressions. Thus
Colorado sought statehood from Congress under the name of
Tahosa,--"Dwellers of the Mountain-Tops." Even more of poetic
suggestiveness has the name given by an invading Indian tribe to the
Arapahoes of the Continental Divide,--"Men of the Blue Sky."
I have visited on foot every part of Colorado and have made scores of
happy excursions through these mountains. These outings were in every
season of the year and they brought me into contact with the wild life
of the heights in every kind of weather. High peaks by the score have
been climbed and hundreds of miles covered on snowshoes. I have even
followed the trail by night, and by moonlight have enjoyed the solemn
forests, the silent lakes, the white cascades, and the summits of the
high peaks.
The greater part of this book deals with nature and with my own
experiences in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Some of the chapters
in slightly different form have been printed in various publications.
The _Saturday Evening Post_ published "The Grizzly Bear," "Wild Folk
of the Mountain-Summits," "Wild Mountain Sheep," "Associating with
Snow-Slides," "The Forest Frontier," "Bringing back the Forest," and
"Going to the Top." _Country Life in America_ published "A Mountain
Pony"; _The Youth's Companion_, "Some Forest History"; _Recreation_,
"Drought in Beaver World"; and _Our Dumb Animals_, "My Chipmunk
Callers." The editors of these publications have kindly consented to
the publishing of these papers in this volume.
E. A. M.
LONG'S PEAK, ESTES PARK, COLORADO,
January, 1915.
Contents
Going to the Top 1
Wild Mountain Sheep 21
The Forest Frontier 47
The Chinook Wind 67
Associating with Snow-Slides 77
Wild Folk of the Mountain-Summits 99
Some Forest History 123
Mountain Lakes 147
A Mountain Pony 167
The Grizzly Bear 185
Bringing back the Forest 209
Mountain Parks 227
Drought in Beaver World 247
In the Winter Snows 257
My Chipmunk Callers 275
A Peak by the Plains 293
The Conservation of Scenery 311
The Rocky Mountain National Park 333
Index 355
Illustrations
_A Wild Garden in the Wonderland, on the Eastern
Boundary-Line of the Rocky Mountain National Park_ _Frontispiece_
_The Narrows, Long's Peak Trail_ 14
_A Wild Mountain Sheep_ 40
_The Way of the Wind at Timber-Line_ 52
_A Timber-Line Lake in Northwestern Colorado_ 64
_Lizard Head Peak in the San Juan Mountains_ 84
_Photograph by George L. Beam._
_Alpine Pastures above Timber-Line, near Specimen Mountain
in the Rocky Mountain National Park_ 104
_Photograph by John K. Sherman._
_At the Edge of the Arctic-Alpine Life Zone in the San Juan
Mountains_ 116
_Photograph by George L. Beam._
_A Western Yellow Pine_ 126
_Crystal Lake; a Typical Glacier Lake_ 150
_Trapper's Lake_ 158
_Cricket, the Return Horse, at the Summit of the Pass_ 172
_Looking Eastward from Lizard Head_ 180
_Overgrown Cones in the Heart of a Lodge-Pole Pine_ 222
_Photograph by Herbert W. Gleason._
_A Mountain Park in the San Juan Mountains_ 230
_Capitol Peak and Snow Mass Mountain from Galena Park,
Colorado_ 242
_Photograph by L. C. McClure, Denver._
_A Deer in Deep Snow, Rocky Mountain National Park_ 260
_Entertaining a Chipmunk Caller_ 278
_Photograph by Frank C. Ervin._
_Pike's Peak from the Top of Cascade Cañon_ 296
_Photograph by Photo-Craft Shop, Colorado Springs._
_The Continental Divide near Estes Park_ 314
_Long's Peak from Loch Vale_ 322
_Photograph by George C. Barnard._
_Map of the Rocky Mountain National Park_ 336
_Estes Park Entrance to the Rocky Mountain National Park_ 340
_Photograph by Mrs. M. K. Sherman._
_The Fall River Road across the Continental Divide in the
Rocky Mountain National Park_ 344
_Photograph by W. T. Parke._
Except as otherwise noted the illustrations are from photographs
by the author.
Going to the Top
Going to the Top
The seven football-players who engaged me to guide them to the top of
Long's Peak did not reveal their identity until we were on the way.
Long's Peak, high, massive, and wildly rugged, is the king of the
Rocky Mountains, and there were five thousand feet of altitude and
seven steeply inclined miles between our starting-point and the
granite-piled summit.
We set out on foot. The climbers yelled, threw stones, and wrestled.
They were so occupied with themselves during the first mile that I
managed to keep them from running over me. Presently they discovered
me and gave a cheer, and then proceeded energetically with the evident
intention of killing me off.
It was fortunate for me that the experience of more than a hundred
guiding trips to the summit was a part of my equipment. In addition to
the valuable lessons that had been dearly learned in guiding, I had
made dozens of trips to the summit before offering my services as
guide. I had made climbs in every kind of weather to familiarize
myself thoroughly with the way to the top. These trips--always
alone--were first made on clear days, then on stormy ones, and finally
at night. When I was satisfied that I could find the trail under the
worst conditions, endurance tests were made. One of these consisted in
making a quick round trip, then, after only a few minutes' rest,
shouldering thirty or forty pounds of supplies and hastening to the
rescue of an imaginary climber ill on the summit.
Besides two seasons of this preliminary experience, the rocks, glacial
records, birds, trees, and flowers along the trail were studied, other
peaks climbed, and books concerning mountain-climbing diligently read.
But long before my two hundred and fifty-seven guiding trips were
completed, I found myself ignorant of one of the most important
factors in guiding, and perhaps, too, in life,--and that is human
nature.
Several climbs had been made simply to learn the swiftest pace I
could maintain from bottom to summit without a rest. Thus ably coached
by experience, I steadied to the work when my noisy football-players
started to run away from me. Each player in turn briefly set a hot
pace, and in a short time they were ahead of me. Even though they
guyed me unmercifully, I refused to be hurried and held to the
swiftest pace that I knew could be maintained. Two hours raised us
through thirty-five hundred feet of altitude and advanced us five
miles. We were above the timber-line, and, though some distance behind
the boys, I could tell they were tiring. Presently the guide was again
in the lead!
By-and-by one of the boys began to pale, and presently he turned green
around the mouth. He tried desperately to bluff it off, but ill he
was. In a few minutes he had to quit, overcome with nausea. A moment
later another long-haired brave tumbled down. On the others went, but
three more were dropped along the trail, and only two of those husky,
well-trained athletes reached the summit! That evening, when those
sad fellows saw me start off to guide another party up by moonlight,
they concluded that I must be a wonder; but as a matter of fact, being
an invalid, I had learned something of conservation. This experience
fixed in my mind the importance of climbing slowly.
Hurriedly climbing a rugged peak is a dangerous pastime. Trail hurry
frequently produces sickness. A brief dash may keep a climber agitated
for an hour. During this time he will waste his strength doing things
the wrong way,--often, too, annoying or endangering the others.
Finding a way to get climbers to go slowly was a problem that took me
time to solve. Early in the guiding game the solution was made
impossible by trying to guide large parties and by not knowing human
nature. Once accomplished, slow going on the trail noticeably
decreased the cases of mountain-sickness, greatly reduced the number
of quarrels, and enabled almost all starters to gain the height
desired. Slow climbing added pleasure to the trip and enabled every
one to return in good form and with splendid pictures in his mind.
To keep the party together,--for the tendency of climbers is to
scatter, some traveling rapidly and others slowly,--it became my
practice to stop occasionally and tell a story, comment on a bit of
scenery, or relate an incident that had occurred near by. As I spoke
in a low tone, the climbers ahead shouting "Hurry up!" and the ones
behind calling "Wait!" could not hear me. This method kept down
friction and usually held the party together. With a large party,
however, confusion sometimes arose despite my efforts to anticipate
it.
Hoping to get valuable climbing suggestions, I told my experiences one
day to a gentleman who I thought might help me; but he simply repeated
the remark of Trampas that in every party of six there is a fool! It
is almost impossible for a numerous party, even though every one of
them may be well-meaning, to travel along a steep trail without
friction.
My most unpleasant climb was with a fateful six,--three loving young
couples. Two college professors about to be married formed one of the
couples. He, the son of wealthy parents, had been sent West to mend
his health and manners; he met a young school-ma'am who reformed him.
They attended the same college and became professors in a State
school. They were to be married at the end of this outing; but on this
climb they quarreled. Each married another! Sweethearts for years was
the story of the second couple. They, too, quarreled on the trail, but
made up again. The story of the third couple is interestingly
complicated. He was rich, young, and impetuous; she, handsome and
musical. For years she had received his ardent attentions
indifferently. As we approached the top of the peak, he became
extremely impatient with her. As though to make confusion worse
confounded, after years of indifference the young lady became
infatuated with her escort. He tried to avoid her, but she feigned a
sprained ankle to insure his comforting closeness. They are both
single to this day. Meantime the six had a general row among
themselves, and at the close of it united to "roast" me! Whether imp
or altitude was to blame for this deviltry matters not; the guide had
to suffer for it.
Early in guiding I conceived it to be my duty to start for the top
with any one who cared to try it, and I felt bound also to get the
climber to the top if possible. This was poor theory and bad practice.
After a few exasperating and exhausting experiences I learned the
folly of dragging people to the top who were likely to be too weak to
come back. One day a party of four went up. Not one of them was
accustomed to walking, and all had apparently lived to eat. After
eight hard hours we reached the summit, where all four collapsed. A
storm came on, and we were just leaving the top when daylight faded.
It rained at intervals all night long, with the temperature a trifle
below freezing. We would climb down a short distance, then huddle
shivering together for a while. At times every one was suffering from
nausea. We got down to timber-line at one o'clock in the morning. Here
a rest by a rousing camp-fire enabled all to go on down. We arrived at
the starting-place just twenty-four hours after we had left it!
Mountain-climbing is not a good line of activity for an invalid or for
one who shies at the edge of a precipice, or for any one, either, who
worries over the possible fate of his family while he is on a narrow
ledge. Altitude, the great bugbear to many, is the scapegoat for a
multitude of sins. "Feeling the altitude" would often be more
correctly expressed as feeling the effects of high living! The ill
effects of altitude are mostly imaginary. True, climbing high into a
brighter, finer atmosphere diminishes the elastic clasp--the pressure
of the air--and causes physiological changes. These usually are
beneficial. Climbers who become ill through mountain-climbing would
also become ill in hill-climbing. In the overwhelming number of cases
the lowland visitor is permanently benefited by a visit to the
mountains and especially by a climb in the heights.
Mountain-sickness, with its nausea, first comes to those who are
bilious, or to those who are hurrying or exerting themselves more than
usual. A slight stomach disorder invites this nausea, and on the
heights those who have not been careful of diet, or those who
celebrated the climb the evening before it was made, are pretty
certain to find out just how mountain-sickness afflicts. Altitude
has, I think, but little to do with bringing on so-called
mountain-sickness. It is almost identical with sea-sickness, and just
as quickly forces the conclusion that life is not worth living!
Usually a hot drink, rest, and warmth will cure it in a short time.
Clarence King in his "Mountaineering in the Sierra Nevada" says
concerning the effects of altitude, "All the while I made my
instrumental observations the fascination of the view so held me that
I felt no surprise at seeing water boiling over our little faggot
blaze at a temperature of one hundred and ninety-two degrees F., nor
in observing the barometrical column stand at 17.99 inches; and it was
not till a week or so after that I realized we had felt none of the
conventional sensations of nausea, headache, and I don't know what
all, that people are supposed to suffer at extreme altitudes; but
these things go with guides and porters, I believe."
Altitude commonly stimulates the slow tongue, and in the heights many
reserved people become talkative and even confiding. This, along with
the natural sociability of such a trip, the scenery, and the many
excitements, usually ripens acquaintances with amazing rapidity.
Lifelong friendships have commenced on the trail, and many a lovely
romance, too. One day two young people met for the first time in one
of my climbing parties. Thirty days afterward they were married, and
they have lived happily to date.
In one climb a chaperon gave out and promptly demanded that two young
sweethearts turn back. As we moved on without the chaperon, she called
down upon my head the curses of all the gods at once! In order to save
the day it is sometimes necessary for the guide to become an autocrat.
Occasionally a climber is not susceptible to suggestion and will obey
only the imperative mood. A guide is sometimes compelled to stop
rock-rolling, or to say "No!" to a plucky but sick climber who is
eager to go on. A terrible tongue-lashing came to me one day from a
young lady because of my refusal to go farther after she had fainted.
She went forward alone for half an hour while I sat watching from a
commanding crag. Presently she came to a narrow unbanistered ledge
that overhung eternity. She at once retreated and came back with a
smile, saying that the spot where she had turned back would enable any
one to comprehend the laws of falling bodies.
Occasionally a climber became hysterical and I had my hands full
keeping the afflicted within bounds. Mountain ledges are not good
places for hysterical performances. One day, when a reverend gentleman
and his two daughters were nearing the top, the young ladies and
myself came out upon the Narrows a few lengths ahead of their father.
The ladies were almost exhausted and were climbing on sheer nerve. The
stupendous view revealed from the Narrows overwhelmed them, and both
became hysterical at once. It was no place for ceremony; and as it was
rather cramped for two performances at once, I pushed the feet from
beneath one young lady, tripped the other on top of her,--and sat down
on both! They struggled, laughed, and cried, and had just calmed down
when the father came round the rocks upon us. His face vividly and
swiftly expressed three or four kinds of anger before he grasped the
situation. Fearing that he might jump on me in turn, or that he might
"get them" too, I watched him without a word. Finally he took in the
entire situation, and said with a smile, "Well, I don't know whether
it's my move or not!"
Twice, while guiding, I broke my lifelong rule never to take a tip.
One tip had with it a surprise to redeem the taking. It came from the
gentleman who had organized the party. On the way up he begged leave
to set the pace and to lead the party to the top. He appeared
sensible, but I made a blunder by consenting to the arrangement, for
his pace was too rapid, and at Keyhole he was attacked by nausea. He
pluckily insisted that we go on to the summit and leave him behind. It
was five hours before we returned to him. For two hours he had lain
helpless in a cold rain and was badly chilled. He was so limp and
loose-jointed that it was difficult to carry him across the moraine
called Boulderfield. At the Inn the following morning he was
completely restored. I was still so exhausted from getting him down
that when he insisted that he be allowed to give me a tip in addition
to the guiding fee I agreed to accept it. The instant I had consented
it occurred to me that a tip from a millionaire for the saving of his
life would be worth while. I was startled when, with a satisfied
expression, he handed me twenty-five cents!
[Illustration: THE NARROWS, LONG'S PEAK TRAIL
(Figures of climbers can be made out on the trail)]
Early one season, before the ice had melted, one of my five climbers
met with an accident in one of the most dangerous places along the
way. We were descending, and I was in front, watching each one closely
as he crossed a narrow and extremely steep tongue of ice. The
gentleman who brought up the rear was a good climber when not talking;
but this time he was chattering away and failed to notice me when I
signaled him for silence while each climber, in turn, carefully
crossed the steep ice in the footholds chopped for that purpose. Still
talking, he stepped out on the ice without looking and missed the
foothold! Both feet shot from beneath him, and down the smooth,
deadly steep he plunged.
Early in guiding I had considered the dangerous places and planned
just where to stand while the climbers passed them and just what to do
in case of accident. When an accident actually occurred, it was a
simple matter to go through a ticklish grand-stand performance that
had been practiced dozens of times, and which for years I had been
ready to put into effect. The instant he slipped, I made a quick leap
for a point of rock that barely pierced the steep ice-tongue. This ice
was steeper than half pitch. He shot down, clawing desperately and
helplessly, with momentum sufficient to knock over half a dozen men.
There was just time to grab him by the coat as he shot by the rock.
Bracing with all my might to hold him for a fraction of a second so as
to divert him and point him at an angle off the ice, I jumped upward
as the violent jerk came. We went off as it were on a tangent, and
landed in a heap upon the stones, several yards below the spot from
which I had leaped to the rescue. His life was saved.
The last season of my guiding career was a full one. Thirty-two
ascents were made during the thirty-one days of August. Half a dozen
of these were by moonlight. In addition to these climbs a daily round
trip was made to Estes Park, eight miles distant and fifteen hundred
feet down the mountain. These Estes Park trips commonly were made on
horseback, though a few were by wagon. My busiest day was crowded with
two wagon trips and one horseback trip to Estes Park, then a moonlight
climb to the summit. In a sixty-hour stretch I did not have any sleep
or take any food. Being in condition for the work and doing it easily,
I was in excellent shape when the guiding ended.
The happiest one of my two hundred and fifty-seven guiding experiences
on the rugged granite trail of this peak was with Harriet Peters, a
little eight-year-old girl, the youngest child who has made the climb.
She was alert and obedient, enjoyed the experience, and reached the
top without a slip or a stumble, and with but little assistance from
me. It was pleasant to be with her on the summit, listening to her
comments and hearing her childlike questions. I have told the whole
story of this climb in "Wild Life on the Rockies."
Thoughtfulness and deliberation are essentials of mountain-climbing.
Climb slowly. Look before stepping. Ease down off boulders; a jump may
jar or sprain. Enjoy the scenery and do most of your talking while at
rest. Think of the fellow lower down. A careful diet and training
beforehand will make the climb easier and far more enjoyable.
Tyndall has said that a few days of mountain-climbing will burn all
the effete matter out of the system. In climbing, the stagnant blood
is circulated and refined, the lungs are exercised, every cell is
cleansed, and all parts are disinfected by the pure air. Climbing a
high peak occasionally will not only postpone death but will give
continuous intensity to the joy of living. Every one might well climb
at least one high peak, and for those leaving high school or college,
the post-graduate work of climbing a rugged peak might be a more
informative experience or a more helpful test for living than any
examination or the writing of a thesis.
Scenery, like music, is thought-compelling and gives one a rare
combination of practical and poetical inspiration. Along with
mountain-climbing, scenery shakes us free from ourselves and the
world. From new grand heights one often has the strange feeling that
he has looked upon these wondrous scenes before; and on the crest one
realizes the full meaning of John Muir's exhortation to "climb the
mountains and get their good tidings!"
Wild Mountain Sheep
Wild Mountain Sheep
One day in Glacier Gorge, Colorado, I was astonished to see a number
of sheep start to descend the precipitous eastern face of Thatch-Top
Mountain. This glaciated wall, only a few degrees off the
perpendicular, rises comparatively smooth for several hundred feet.
Down they came, slowly, with absolute composure, over places I dared
not even try to descend. The nearness of the sheep and the use of
field-glasses gave me excellent views of the many ways in which they
actually seemed to court danger.
It is intensely thrilling to watch a leaping exhibition of one of
these heavy, agile, alert, and athletic animals. Down precipitous
places he plunges head foremost, turning and checking himself as he
descends by striking his feet against walls and projections--perhaps a
dozen times--before alighting on a ledge for a full stop. From this
he walks overboard and repeats the wild performance!
Wild mountain sheep are perhaps the most accomplished and dare-devil
acrobats in the animal world. They are indifferent to the depths
beneath as they go merrily along cañon-walls. The chamois and the wild
mountain goat may equal them in climbing among the crags and peaks,
but in descending dizzy precipices and sheer walls the bighorn sheep
are unrivaled. When sheep hurriedly descend a precipice, the laws of
falling bodies are given a most spectacular display, and the
possibilities of friction and adhesion are tested to the utmost.
A heavily horned ram led the way down Thatch-Top. He was followed by
two young rams and a number of ewes, with two small lambs in the rear.
They were in single file, each well separated from the others. Down
this frightful wall the lambs appeared to be going to certain death.
At times they all followed the contour round small spurs or in niches.
In places, from my point of view they appeared to be flattened against
the wall and descending head foremost.
There was one long pitch that offered nothing on which to stand and no
place on which to stop. Down this the old ram plunged with a series of
bouncing drops and jumps,--falling under control, with his fall
broken, checked, and directed, without stopping, by striking with the
feet as frequently as was necessary. First came three or four
straightforward bouncing dives, followed by a number of swift zigzag
jumps, striking alternately right and left, then three or four darts
to the right before again flying off to the left. At last he struck on
a wide ledge, where he pulled up and stopped with masterly resistance
and stiff-legged jumps! Mind controlled matter! This specialty of the
sheep requires keen eyesight, instant decision, excellent judgment, a
marvelous nicety in measuring distances, and a complete forgetfulness
of peril. Each ewe in turn gave a similar and equally striking
exhibition; while the lambs, instead of breaking their necks in the
play of drop and bounce, did not appear to be even cautious. They
showed off by dropping farther and going faster than the old ones!
This was sheer frolic for these children of the crags.
Down a vertical gulley--a giant chimney with one side out--they went
hippety-hop from side to side, and at the bottom, without a stop,
dropped fifteen feet to a wide bench below. The ram simply dived off,
with front feet thrust forward and with hind feet drawn up and
forward, and apparently struck with all four feet at once. A number of
others followed in such rapid succession that they appeared to be
falling out of the air. Each, however, made it a point to land
to the right or the left of the one it was following. Two ewes
turned broadside to the wall as they went over and dropped
vertically,--stiff-legged, back horizontal, and with head held well
up. The lambs leaped overboard simultaneously only a second behind the
rear ewe, each lamb coming to a stop with the elastic bounce of youth.
Beneath this bench where all had paused, the wall was perilously steep
for perhaps one hundred feet. A moment after the lambs landed, the ram
followed the bench round the wall for several yards, then began to
descend the steep wall by tacking back and forth on broken and
extremely narrow ledges, with many footholds barely two inches wide.
He was well down, when he missed his footing and fell. He tumbled
outward, turned completely over, and, after a fall of about twenty
feet, struck the wall glancingly, at the same time thrusting his feet
against it as though trying to right himself. A patch of hair--and
perhaps skin--was left clinging to the wall. A few yards below this,
while falling almost head first, he struck a slope with all four feet
and bounded wildly outward, but with checked speed. He dropped on a
ledge, where with the utmost effort he regained control of himself and
stopped, with three or four stiff plunges and a slide. From there he
trotted over easy ways and moderate slopes to the bottom, where he
stood a while trembling, then lay down.
One by one his flock came down in good order. The leaps of flying
squirrels and the clever gymnastic pranks of monkeys are tame shows
compared with the wild feats of these masters of the crags.
The flock, after playing and feeding about for an hour or more,
started to return. The injured leader lay quietly on the grass, but
with head held bravely erect. The two lambs raced ahead and started to
climb the precipice over the route they had come down. One ewe went to
the bottom of the wall, then turned to look at the big-horned leader
who lay still upon the grass. She waited. The lambs, plainly eager to
go on up, also waited. Presently the ram rose with an effort and
limped heavily away. There was blood on his side. He turned aside from
the precipice and led the way back toward the top by long easy slopes.
The flock slowly followed. The lambs looked at each other and
hesitated for some time. Finally they leaped down and raced rompingly
after the others.
The massive horns of the rams, along with the audacious dives that
sheep sometimes make on precipices, probably suggested the story that
sheep jump off a cliff and effectively break the shock of the fall by
landing on their horns at the bottom! John Charles Frémont appears to
have started this story in print. Though sheep do not alight on their
horns, this story is still in circulation and is too widely believed.
Every one with whom I have talked who has seen sheep land after a leap
says that the sheep land upon their feet. I have seen this performance
a number of times, and on a few occasions there were several sheep;
and each and all came down feet first. Incidentally I have seen two
rams come down a precipice and strike on their horns; but they did not
rise again! The small horns of the ewes would offer no shock-breaking
resistance if alighted upon; yet the ewes rival the rams in making
precipitous plunges.
The sheep is the only animal that has circling horns. In rams these
rise from the top of the head and grow upward, outward, and backward,
then curve downward and forward. Commonly the circle is complete in
four or five years. This circular tendency varies with locality. In
mature rams the horns are from twenty to forty inches long, measured
round the curve, and have a basic circumference of twelve to eighteen
inches. The largest horn I ever measured was at the base nineteen and
a half inches in circumference. This was of the Colorado bighorn
species, and at the time of measurement the owner had been dead about
two months. The horns of the ewes are small, and extend upward,
pointing slightly outward and backward.
The wildest leap I ever saw a sheep take was made in the Rocky
Mountains a few miles northwest of Long's Peak. In climbing down a
precipice I rounded a point near the bottom and came upon a ram at the
end of the ledge I was following. Evidently he had been lying down,
looking upon the scenes below. The ledge was narrow and it ended just
behind the ram, who faced me only five or six feet away. He stamped
angrily, struck an attitude of fight, and shook his head as if to say,
"I've half a mind to butt you overboard!" He could have butted an ox
overboard. My plan was to fling myself beneath a slight overhang of
wall on the narrow ledge between us if he made a move.
While retreating backward along almost nothing of a ledge and
considering the wisdom of keeping my eyes on the ram, he moved, and I
flung myself beneath the few inches of projecting wall. The ram simply
made a wild leap off the ledge.
This looked like a leap to death. He plunged down at an angle to the
wall, head forward and a trifle lower than the rump, with feet drawn
upward and thrust forward. I looked over the edge, hoping he was
making a record jump. The first place he struck was more than twenty
feet below me. When the fore feet struck, his shoulder blades jammed
upward as though they would burst through the skin. A fraction of a
second later his hind feet also struck and his back sagged violently;
his belly must have scraped the slope. He bounded upward and outward
like a heavy chunk of rubber. This contact had checked his deadly drop
and his second striking-place was on a steeply inclined buttress;
apparently in his momentary contact with this he altered his course
with a kicking action of the feet.
There was lightning-like foot action, and from this striking-place he
veered off and came down violently, feet first, upon a shelf of
granite. With a splendid show of physical power, and with desperate
effort, he got himself to a stand with stiff-legged, sliding bounds
along the shelf. Here he paused for a second, then stepped out of
sight behind a rock point. Feeling that he must be crippled, I
hurriedly scrambled up and out on a promontory from which to look down
upon him. He was trotting down a slope without even the sign of a
limp!
Sheep do sometimes slip, misjudge a distance, and fall. Usually a bad
bruise, a wrenched joint, or a split hoof is the worst injury, though
now and then one receives broken legs or ribs, or even a broken neck.
Most accidents appear to befall them while they are fleeing through
territory with which they are unacquainted. In strange places they are
likely to have trouble with loose stones, or they may be compelled to
leap without knowing the nature of the landing-place.
A sheep, like a rabbit or a fox, does his greatest work in evading
pursuers in territory with which he is intimately acquainted. If
closely pursued in his own territory, he will flee at high speed up
or down a precipice, perform seemingly impossible feats, and
triumphantly escape. But no matter how skillful, if he goes his utmost
in a new territory, he is as likely to come to grief as an orator who
attempts to talk on a subject with which he is not well acquainted. It
is probable that most of the accidents to these masters of the crags
occur when they are making a desperate retreat through strange
precipitous territory.
In the Elk Mountains a flock of sheep were driven far from their
stamping-ground and while in a strange country were fired upon and
pursued by hunters. They fled up a peak they had not before climbed.
The leader leaped upon a rock that gave way. He tumbled off with the
rock on top. He fell upon his back--to rise no more. A ewe missed her
footing and in her fall knocked two others over to their death, though
she regained her footing and escaped.
One day a ram appeared on a near-by sky-line and crossed along the top
of a shattered knife-edge of granite. The gale had driven me to
shelter, but along he went, unmindful of the gale that was ripping
along the crags and knocking things right and left. Occasionally he
made a long leap from point to point. Now and then he paused to look
into the cañon far below. On the top of the highest pinnacle he
stopped and became a splendid statue. Presently he rounded a spur
within fifty feet of me and commenced climbing diagonally up a wall
that appeared almost vertical and smooth. My glass showed that he was
walking along a mere crack in the rock, where footholds existed mostly
in imagination. On this place he would stop and scratch with one hind
foot and then rub the end of a horn against the wall!
As he went on up, the appearance was like a stage effect, as though he
were sustained by wires. At the end of the crack he reared, hooked his
fore feet over a rough point, and drew himself up like an athlete,
with utter indifference to the two hundred feet of drop beneath him.
From this point he tacked back and forth until he had ascended to the
bottom of a vertical gully, which he easily mastered with a series of
zigzag jumps. In some of these he leaped several feet almost
horizontally to gain a few inches vertically. Occasionally he leaped
up and struck with his feet in a place where he could not stand, but
from which he leaped to a place more roomy. His feet slipped as he
landed from one high jump; instantly he pushed himself off backward
and came down feet foremost on the narrow place from which he had just
leaped. He tried again and succeeded.
The edges of sheep's hoofs are hard, while the back part of the bottom
is a rubbery, gristly pad, which holds well on smooth, steep surfaces.
Coöperating with these excellent feet are strong muscles, good eyes,
and keen wits.
Wild sheep are much larger than tame ones. They are alert,
resourceful, and full of energy. Among the Colorado bighorns the rams
are from thirty-eight to forty-two inches high, and weigh from two
hundred to three hundred and fifty pounds. The ewes are a third
smaller. The common color is grayish brown, with under parts and
inside of the legs white. In the north there is one pure-white
species, while on neighboring ranges there is a black species. Though
wild sheep usually fallow a leader, each one is capable of independent
action. Tame sheep are stupid and silly; wild sheep are wide-awake and
courageous. Tame sheep are dirty and smelly, while wild sheep are as
well-groomed and clean as the cliffs among which they live.
In discussing wild life many people fail to discriminate between the
wild sheep and the wild goats. The goat has back-curving spike horns
and a beard that makes the face every inch a goat's. Though of
unshapely body and awkward gait, his ungainliness intensified by his
long hair, the goat is a most skillful climber. The sheep excel him
for speed, grace, and, perhaps, alertness.
It is believed that the three or four species of sheep found in the
wilds of America had their origin in Asia. In appearance and habits
they bear a striking resemblance to the sheep which now inhabit the
Asiatic mountains.
Wild sheep are found in Alaska, western Canada, and the United States
west of the Plains, and extend a short distance down into Mexico.
Most flocks in the Sierra and the Rocky Mountains live above the
timber-line and at an altitude of twelve thousand feet. Winter
quarters in these high stamping-grounds appear to be chosen in
localities where the high winds prevent a deep accumulation of snow.
This snow-removal decreases the danger of becoming snowbound and
usually enables the sheep to obtain food.
Their warm, thick under covering of fine wool protects them from the
coldest blasts. During storms the sheep commonly huddle together to
the leeward of a cliff. Sometimes they stand thus for days and are
completely drifted over. At the close of the storm the stronger ones
lead and buck their way out through the snow. Occasionally a few weak
ones perish, and occasionally, too, a mountain lion appears while the
flock is almost helpless in the snow.
Excursions from their mountain-top homes are occasionally made into
the lowlands. In the spring they go down early for green stuff, which
comes first to the lowlands. They go to salt licks, for a ramble, for
a change of food, and for the fun of it. The duration of these
excursions may be a few hours or several days.
Most of the time the full-grown rams form one flock; the ewes and
youngsters flock by themselves. Severe storms or harassing enemies may
briefly unite these flocks. One hundred and forty is the largest flock
I ever counted. This was in June, on Specimen Mountain, Colorado; and
the sheep had apparently assembled for the purpose of licking salty,
alkaline earth near the top of this mountain. Wild sheep appear to
have an insatiable craving for salt and will travel a day's journey to
obtain it. Occasionally they will cross a high, broken mountain-range
and repeatedly expose themselves to danger, in order to visit a salt
lick.
The young lambs, one or two at a birth, are usually born about the
first of May in the alpine heights above timber-line. What a wildly
royal and romantic birthplace! The strange world spreading far below
and far away; crags, snowdrifts, brilliant flowers,--a hanging wild
garden, with the ptarmigan and the rosy finches for companions! The
mother has sole care of the young; for several weeks she must guard
them from hungry foxes, eagles, and lions. Once I saw an eagle swoop
and strike a lamb. Though the lamb was knocked heels over head, the
blow was not fatal. The eagle wheeled to strike again, but the mother
leaped up and shielded the wounded lamb. Eaglets are occasionally fed
on young lambs, as skulls near eagle's nests in the cliffs bear
evidence.
A number of ewes and lambs one day came close to my hiding-place. One
mother had two children; four others had one each. An active lamb had
a merry time with his mother, butting her from every angle, rearing up
on his hind legs and striking with his head, and occasionally leaping
entirely over her. While she lay in dreamy indifference, he practiced
long jumps over her, occasionally stopping to have a fierce fight with
an imaginary rival. Later he was joined by another lamb, and they
proceeded to race and romp all over a cliff, while the mothers looked
on with satisfaction. Presently they all lay down, and a number of
magpies, apparently hunting insects, walked over them.
In one of the side cañons on the Colorado in Arizona, I was for a
number of days close to a flock of wild sheep which evidently had
never before seen man. On their first view of me they showed marked
curiosity, which they satisfied by approaching closely, two or three
touching me with their noses. Several times I walked among the flock
with no excitement on their part. I was without either camera or gun.
The day I broke camp and moved on, one of the ewes followed me for
more than an hour.
They become intensely alert and wild when hunted; but in localities
where they are not shot at they quickly become semi-domestic, often
feeding near homes of friendly people. During the winter sheep
frequently come from the heights to feed near my cabin. One day, after
a number had licked salt with my pony, a ram which appeared as old as
the hills walked boldly by my cabin within a few feet of it, head
proudly up. After long acquaintance and many attempts I took his
photograph at five feet and finally was allowed to feel of his great
horns!
[Illustration: A WILD MOUNTAIN SHEEP
_Copyright, 1913, by Enos A. Mills_]
A few years ago near my cabin a ram lost his life in a barbed-wire
fence. He and a number of other rams had fed, then climbed to the top
of a small crag by the roadside. While they were there, a man on
horseback came along. Indifferently they watched him approach; but
when he stopped to take a picture all but one fled in alarm, easily
leaping a shoulder-high fence. After a minute the remaining ram became
excited, dashed off to follow the others, and ran into the fence. He
was hurled backward and one of his curved horns hooked over a wire.
Finding himself caught, he surged desperately to tear himself free. In
doing this a barb severed the jugular vein. He fell and freed his horn
from the wire in falling. Rising, he ran for the crag from which he
had just fled, with his blood escaping in great gushes. As he was
gaining the top of the crag he rolled over dead.
A flock which is often divided into two, one of ewes and one of rams,
lives on the summit of Battle Mountain, at an altitude of twelve
thousand feet, about four miles from my cabin. I have sometimes
followed them when they were rambling. About the middle of one
September this flock united and moved off to the south. I made haste
to climb to the top of Mt. Meeker so as to command most of their
movements. I had been watching for several hours without even a
glimpse of them. Rising to move away, I surprised them as they lay at
rest near-by, a little below the summit; and I also surprised a lion
that evidently was sneaking up on them. This was close to the altitude
of fourteen thousand feet. The mountain lion is the game-hog of the
heights and is a persistent and insidious foe of sheep. He kills both
old and young, and usually makes a capture by sneaking up on his
victim. Sometimes for hours he lies in wait by a sheep trail.
The day following the surprise on Mt. Meeker, this flock appeared at
timber-line about three miles to the southeast. Here some hunters
fired on it. As it fled past me, I counted, and one of the
twenty-eight was missing. The flock spent most of the next day about
Chasm Lake, just under the northern crags of Meeker. Before night it
was back at its old stamping-ground on Battle Mountain. Early the
following morning the big ram led the way slowly to the west on the
northern slope of Long's Peak, a little above timber-line.
During the morning a grizzly came lumbering up the slope, and as I
thought he would probably intercept the sheep, I awaited the next
scene with intense interest. The bear showed no interest in the sheep,
which, in turn, were not alarmed by his approach. Within a few yards
of the flock he concluded to dig out a fat woodchuck. The sheep, full
of curiosity, crowded near to watch this performance,--evidently too
near to suit Mr. Grizzly, who presently caused a lively scattering
with a _Woof!_ and a charge. The bear returned to his digging, and the
sheep proceeded quietly on their way.
The flock went down into Glacier Gorge, then out on the opposite side,
climbing to the summit of the Continental Divide. The following day
another flock united with it; and just at nightfall another, composed
entirely of ewes and lambs, was seen approaching. At daylight the
following morning the Battle Mountain flock was by itself and the
other flocks nowhere in sight. During the day my flock traveled four
or five miles to the north, then, doubling back, descended Flat-Top
Mountain, and at sundown, after a day's trip of about twenty miles and
a descent from twelve thousand feet to eight thousand, arrived at the
Mary Lake salt lick in Estes Park. Before noon the following day this
flock was on the Crags, about three miles south of the lake and at an
altitude of eleven thousand feet.
Near the Crags I saw a fight between one of the rams of this flock and
one that ranged about the Crags. The start of this was a lively
pushing contest, head to head. At each break there was a quick attempt
to strike each other with their horns, which was followed by goat-like
rearing and sparring. As they reared and struck, or struck while on
their hind legs, the aim was to hit the other's nose with head or
horn. Both flocks paused, and most of the sheep intently watched the
contest.
Suddenly the contestants broke away, and each rushed back a few yards,
then wheeled with a fine cutting angle and came at the other full
tilt. There was a smashing head-on collision, and each was thrown
upward and almost back on his haunches by the force of the impact.
Instantly they wheeled and came together in a flying butt. A number of
times both walked back over the stretch over which they rushed
together. It was a contest between battering rams on legs.
Occasionally one was knocked to his knees or was flung headlong. The
circular arena over which they fought was not more than twenty-five
feet in diameter. In the final head-on butt the ram of the Crags was
knocked end over end; then he arose and trotted away down the slope,
while the victor, erect and motionless as a statue, stared after him.
Both were covered with blood and dirt. During the day the flock
returned to Battle Mountain.
The following day this flock separated into two flocks, the youngsters
and ewes in one and the old rams in the other. At mating-time, early
in October, the flocks united, and the rams had it out among
themselves. There were repeated fights; sometimes two contests were
in progress at once. In the end a few rams were driven off without
mates, while three or four rams each led off from one to five ewes.
Over the greater part of their range the wild mountain sheep are
threatened with extermination. They are shot for sport and for their
flesh, and are relentlessly hunted for their horns. But the mountain
sheep are a valuable asset to our country. They are picturesque and an
interesting part of the scenery, an inspiration to every one who sees
them.
Says Mary Austin:--
"But the wild sheep from the battered rocks,
Sure foot and fleet of limb,
Gets up to see the stars go by
Along the mountain rim."
Fortunate is the locality that perpetuates its mountain sheep. These
courageous climbers add much to the ancient mountains and snowy peaks;
the arctic wild gardens and the crags would not be the same for us if
these mountaineers were to vanish forever from the heights.
The Forest Frontier
The Forest Frontier
Timber-line in the high mountains of the West wakes up the most
indifferent visitor. The uppermost limit of tree-growth shows nature
in strange, picturesque forms, and is so graphic and impressive that
all classes of visitors pause to look in silent wonder. This is the
forest frontier.
It appears as old as the hills and as fixed and unchanging as they;
but, like every frontier, that of the forest is aggressive, is ever
struggling to advance. To-day this bold and definite line is the
forest's Far North, its farthest reach up the heights; but this simply
marks where the forest is, and not where it was or where it is
striving to be. Here is the line of battle between the woods and the
weather. The elements are insistent with "thus far and no farther,"
but the trees do not heed, and the relentless elements batter and defy
them in a never-ending battle along the timber-line.
From a commanding promontory the forest-edge appears like a great
shore-line, as it sweeps away for miles along the steep and uneven
sides of the mountains. For the most part it follows the contour line;
here it goes far out round a peninsula-like headland, there it sweeps
away to fold back into cove or cañon and form a forested bay. In
Colorado and California this forest-line on the mountains is at an
altitude of between eleven and twelve thousand feet. Downward from
this line a heavy robe of dark forest drapes the mountains; above it
the treeless heights rise cool and apparently barren, piled with old
and eroded snowdrifts amid silent moorlands and rocky terraces.
The trees of timber-line are stunted by cold, crushed by snow, and
distorted by prolonged and terrific winds. Many stretches appear like
growths of coarse bushes and uncouth vines. They maintain a perpetual
battle, and, though crippled, bent, dwarfed, and deformed, they are
stocky and strong old warriors, determined, no weaklings, no cowards.
They are crowded together and tangled, presenting a united front.
Few trees in this forest-front rise to a greater height than twelve
feet. The average height is about eight feet, but the length of some
of the prostrate ones is not far from the normal height. Wind and
other hard conditions give a few trees the uncouth shapes of
prehistoric animals. I measured a vine-like ichthyosaurus that was
crawling to leeward, flat upon the earth. It was sixty-seven feet
long, and close to the roots its body was thirty-eight inches in
diameter. One cone-shaped spruce had a base diameter of four feet and
came to a point a few inches less than four feet above the earth. Here
and there a tough, tall tree manages to stand erect. The high wind
either prevents growing or trims off all limbs that do not point to
leeward. Some appear as though molded and pressed into shape. A
profile of others, with long, streaming-bannered limbs, gives a
hopeful view, for they present an unconquerable and conscious
appearance, like tattered pennants or torn, triumphant battle-flags of
the victorious forest!
The forest is incessantly aggressive and eternally vigilant to hold
its territory and to advance. Winds are its most terrible and
effective foe. To them is due its weird and picturesque front.
Occasionally they rage for days without cessation, blowing constantly
from the same quarter and at times with the rending and crushing
velocity of more than one hundred miles an hour. These terrific winds
frequently flay the trees with cutting blasts of sand. At times the
wind rolls down the steeps with the crushing, flattening force of a
tidal wave. Many places have the appearance of having been gone over
by a terrible harrow or an enormous roller. In some localities all the
trees, except the few protected by rocky ledges or closely braced by
their encircling fellows, are crippled or overthrown.
[Illustration: THE WAY OF THE WIND AT TIMBER-LINE]
Although I have visited timber-line in a number of States, most of my
studies have been made on the eastern slope of the Continental Divide
in Colorado. This ragged edge, with its ups and downs and curves, I
have eagerly followed for hundreds of miles. Exploring this during
every month of the year, I have had great days and nights along the
timber-line. It was ever good to be with these trees in the clear air,
up close to the wide and silent sky. Adventurers they appeared,
strangely wrapped and enveloped in the shifting fog of low-drifting
clouds. In the twilight they were always groups and forms of friendly
figures, while by moonlight they were just a romantic camp of
fraternal explorers.
Many a camp-fire I have had in the alpine outskirts of the forest. I
remember especially one night, when I camped alone where pioneer
trees, rusty cliffs, a wild lake-shore, and a subdued, far-off
waterfall furnished sights and sounds as wild as though man had not
yet appeared on earth. This night, for a time, a cave man directed my
imagination, and it ran riot in primeval fields. After indulging these
prehistoric visions, I made a great camp-fire with a monumental pile
of tree-trunks and limbs on the shore of the lake, close to the cliff.
These slow-grown woods were full of pitch, and the fire was of such
blazing proportions that it would have caused consternation anywhere
in Europe. The leaping, eager flames threw wavering lights across the
lake on the steeply rising heights beyond. These brought the alarm cry
of a coyote, with many an answer and echo, and the mocking laughter of
a fox.
Even these wild voices in the primeval night were neither so strange
nor so eloquent as the storm-made and resolute tree-forms that rose,
peered, and vanished where my firelight fell and changed.
At most timber-lines the high winds always blow from one direction. On
the eastern slope of the Colorado divide they are westerly, down the
mountain. Many of the trees possess a long vertical fringe of limbs to
leeward, being limbless and barkless to stormward. Each might serve as
an impressive symbolic statue of a windstorm. Permanently their limbs
stream to leeward together, with fixed bends and distortions as though
changed to metal in the height of a storm.
Whenever a tree dies and remains standing, the sand-blasts speedily
erode and carve its unevenly resistant wood into a totem pole which
bears many strange embossed pictographs. In time these trees are
entirely worn away by the violence of wind-blown ice-pellets and the
gnawings of the sand-toothed gales.
Novel effects are here and there seen in long hedges of wind-trimmed
trees. These are aligned by the wind. They precisely parallel the
wind-current and have grown to leeward from the shelter of a boulder
or other wind-break. Apparently an adventurous tree makes a successful
stand behind the boulder; then its seeds or those of other trees
proceed to form a crowding line to the leeward in the shelter thus
afforded. Some of these hedges are a few hundred feet in length;
rarely are they more than a few feet high or wide. At the front the
sand-blasts trim this hedge to the height and width of the wind-break.
Though there may be in some a slight, gradual increase in height from
the front toward the rear, the wind trims off adventurous twigs on the
side-lines and keeps the width almost uniform throughout.
During the wildest of winds I sometimes deliberately spent a day or a
night in the most exposed places at timber-line, protected in an
elkskin sleeping-bag. Wildly, grandly, the surging gusts boomed,
ripped, roared, and exploded, as they struck or swept on. The
experience was somewhat like lying in a diver's dress on a beach
during a storm. At times I was struck almost breathless by an airy
breaker, or tumbled and kicked indifferently about by the unbelievable
violence of the wind. At other times I was dashed with sand and
vigorously pelted with sticks and gravel.
This was always at some distance from tree, boulder, or ledge, for I
took no risks of being tossed against trees or rocks. Many times,
however, I have lain securely anchored and shielded beneath matted
tree-growths, where in safety I heard the tempestuous booms and the
wildest of rocket-like swishes of the impassioned and invisible ocean
of air. The general sound-effect was a prolonged roar, with an
interplay of rippings and tumultuous cheerings. There were explosions
and silences. There were hours of Niagara. In the midst of these
distant roarings the fearful approach of an advancing gale could be
heard before the unseen breaker rolled down on me from the heights.
The most marked result of cold and snow is the extreme shortness of
the growing-season which they allow the trees. Many inclined trees are
broken off by snow, while others are prostrated. Though the trees are
flattened upon the earth with a heavy load for months, the snow cover
affords the trees much protection, from both the wracking violence of
the winds and their devitalizing dryness. I know of a few instances of
the winter snows piling so deeply that the covered trees were not
uncovered by the warmth of the following summer. The trees suspended
in this enforced hibernating sleep lost a summer's fun and failed to
envelop themselves in the telltale ring of annual growth.
Snow and wind combined produce acres of closely matted growth that
nowhere rises more than three feet above the earth. This growth is
kept well groomed by the gale-flung sand, which clips persistent twigs
and keeps it closely trimmed into an enormous bristle brush. In
places the surface of this will support a pedestrian, but commonly it
is too weak for this; and, as John Muir says, in getting through,
over, under, or across growths of this kind, one loses all of his
temper and most of his clothing!
Timber-line is largely determined by climatic limitations, by
temperature and moisture. In the Rocky Mountains the dry winds are
more deadly, and therefore more determining, than the high winds.
During droughty winters these dry winds absorb the vital juices of
hundreds of timber-line trees, whose withered standing skeletons
frequently testify to the widespread depredations of this dry blight.
A permanent advance, too, is made from time to time. Here and there is
a grove, a permanent settlement ahead of and above the main ranks. In
advance of these are a few lone trees, heroes scouting in the lead. In
moist, sheltered places are seedlings and promising young trees
growing up in front of the battle-scarred old guard. Advances on dry,
wind-swept ridges are more difficult and much less frequent; on a few
dry ridges these trees have met with a repulse and in some places
have lost a little territory, but along most of its front the
timber-line is slowly advancing into the heights.
With this environment it would be natural for these trees to evolve
more hardiness than the present trees have. This would mean trees
better fitted to contend with, and more likely to triumph over, the
harsh conditions. Evolutionary development is the triumphing factor at
the timber-line.
The highest timber-line in the world is probably on Mount Orizaba,
Mexico. Frank M. Chapman says that there are short-leaved pines
(_Pinus Montezumæ_) from thirty to forty feet high, on the southern
exposure of this peak at an altitude of about 13,800 feet. In
Switzerland, along the steep and snowy Alps, it is sixty-four hundred;
on Mt. Washington, about forty-five hundred feet. In the mountains of
Colorado and California it is of approximately equal altitude, between
eleven and twelve thousand feet. Advancing northward from California
along the timber-line, one enters regions of heavy snow-fall as well
as of restricting latitude. Combined, these speedily lower the
altitude of timber-line, until on Mt. Rainier it is below eight
thousand feet. There is a noticeable dwarfing of the forest as one
approaches the Land of the Midnight Sun, and in its more northerly
reaches it comes down to sea-level to form the Land of Little Sticks.
It frays out at its Farthest North just within the Arctic Circle. Most
of the Arctic Ocean's icy waves break on treeless shores.
Everywhere at timber-line the temperature is low, and on Long's Peak
the daily average is two degrees below the freezing-point. At
timber-line snow may fall any day of the year, and wintry conditions
annually prevail from nine to ten months. The hardy trees which
maintain this line have adjusted themselves to the extremely short
growing-season, and now and then mature and scatter fertile seeds. The
trees that do heroic service on all latitudinal and altitudinal
timber-lines of the earth are members of the pine, spruce, fir, birch,
willow, and aspen families. At timber-line on the Rocky Mountains
there are three members each from the deciduous trees and the
evergreens. These are the Engelmann spruce, limber pine, alpine fir,
arctic willow, black birch, and quaking aspen.
A few timber-line trees live a thousand years, but half this time is a
ripe old age for most timber-line veterans. The age of these trees
cannot be judged by their size, nor by general appearance. There may
be centuries of difference in the ages of two arm-in-arm trees of
similar size. I examined two trees that were growing within a few
yards of each other in the shelter of a crag. One was fourteen feet
high and sixteen inches in diameter, and had three hundred and
thirty-seven annual rings. The other was seven feet high and five
inches in diameter, and had lived four hundred and ninety-two years!
One autumn a grizzly I was following--to learn his bill-of-fare--tore
up a number of dwarfed trees at timber-line while digging out a
woodchuck and some chipmunks. A number of the smaller trees I carried
home for careful examination. One of these was a black birch with a
trunk nine-tenths of an inch in diameter, a height of fifteen inches,
and a limb-spread of twenty-two. It had thirty-four annual rings.
Another was truly a veteran pine, though his trunk was but six-tenths
of an inch in diameter, his height twenty-three inches, and his
limb-spread thirty-one. His age was sixty-seven years. A midget that I
carried home in my vest pocket was two inches high, had a limb-spread
of about four inches, and was twenty-eight years of age.
A limber pine I examined was full of annual rings and experiences. A
number of its rings were less than one hundredth of an inch in
thickness. At the height of four feet its trunk took on an acute angle
and extended nine feet to leeward, then rose vertically for three
feet. Its top and limbs merged into a tangled mass about one foot
thick, which spread out eight feet horizontally. It was four hundred
and nine years old. It grew rapidly during its first thirty-eight
years; then followed eighteen years during which it almost ceased
growing; after this it grew evenly though slowly.
One day by the sunny and sheltered side of a boulder I found a tiny
seed-bearer at an altitude of eleven thousand eight hundred feet. How
splendidly unconscious it was of its size and its utterly wild
surroundings! This brave pine bore a dainty cone, yet a drinking-glass
would have completely housed both the tree and its fruit.
Many kinds of life are found at timber-line. One April I put on
snowshoes and went up to watch the trees emerge from their months-old
covering of snow. While standing upon a matted, snow-covered thicket,
I saw a swelling of the snow produced by something moving beneath.
"Plainly this is not a tree pulling itself free!" I thought, and stood
still in astonishment. A moment later a bear burst up through the snow
within a few yards of me and paused, blinking in the glare of light.
No plan for immediate action occurred to me; so I froze. Presently the
bear scented me and turned back for a look. After winking a few times
as though half blinded, he galloped off easily across the compacted
snow. The black bear and the grizzly occasionally hibernate beneath
these low, matted tree-growths.
The mountain lion may prowl here during any month. Deer frequent the
region in summer. Mountain sheep often take refuge beneath the
clustered growths during the autumn storms. Of course the audacious
pine squirrel comes to claim the very forest-edge and from a point of
safety to scold all trespassers; and here, too, lives the cheery
chipmunk.
This is the nursery, or summer residence, of many kinds of birds. The
"camp-bird," the Rocky Mountain jay, is a resident. Here in spring the
white-crowned sparrow sings and sings. During early summer the
solitaire, the most eloquent songster I have ever heard, comes up from
his nest just down the slope to pay a tribute of divine melody to the
listening, time-worn trees. In autumn the Clarke crow appears and,
with wild and half-weird calls of merriment, devours the fat nuts in
the cones of the limber pine. During this nutting, magpies are present
with less business than at any other time and apparently without a
plan for deviltry. Possibly they are attracted and entertained by the
boisterousness of the crows.
[Illustration: A TIMBER-LINE LAKE IN NORTHWESTERN COLORADO]
Lovely wild-flower gardens occupy many of the openings in this torn
and bristling edge of the forest. In places acres are crowded so
closely with thrifty, brilliant bloom that one hesitates to walk
through and trample the flowers. Here the columbine, the paintbrush,
the monument-plant, and scores of other bright blossoms cheer the wild
frontier.
Rarely are strangers in the mountains thoroughly aroused. They need
time or explanation in order to comprehend or appreciate the larger
scenes, though they do, of course, have periodic outbursts in
adjectives. But at timber-line the monumental scene at once has the
attention, and no explanation is needed. Timber-line tells its own
stirring story of frontier experience by a forest of powerful and
eloquent tree statues and bold, battered, and far-extending figures in
relief.
Only a few of the many young people whom I have guided to timber-line
have failed to feel the significance of the scene, but upon one party
fresh from college the eloquent pioneer spirit of the place made no
impression, and they talked glibly and cynically of these faithful
trees with such expressions as "A Doré garden!" "Ill-shapen fiends!"
"How foolish to live here!" and "Criminal classes!" More appreciative
was the little eight-year-old girl whose ascent of Long's Peak I have
told of in "Wild Life on the Rockies." She paid the trees at
timber-line as simple and as worthy a tribute as I have ever heard
them receive: "What brave little trees to stay up here where they have
to stand all the time with their feet in the snow!"
The powerful impressions received at timber-line lead many visitors to
return for a better acquaintance, and from each visit the visitor goes
away more deeply impressed: for timber-line is not only novel and
strange, it is touched with pathos and poetry and has a life-story
that is heroic. Its scenes are among the most primeval, interesting,
and thought-compelling to be found upon the globe.
The Chinook Wind
The Chinook Wind
Cold and snow took possession of the ranges on one occasion while I
was making a stay in the winter quarters of a Montana cattle company.
There was a quiet, heavy snow, a blizzard, and at last a sleet storm.
At first the cattle collected with drooping heads and waited for the
storm to end, but long before the sky cleared, they milled and
trampled confusedly about. With the clearing sky came still and
extreme cold. Stock water changed to ice, and the short, crisp grass
of the plains was hopelessly cemented over with ice and snow. The
suffering of the cattle was beyond description. For a time they
wandered about, apparently without an aim. There were thousands of
other herds in this appalling condition. At last, widely scattered,
they stood humped up, awaiting death. But one morning the foreman
burst in excitedly with the news, "The Chinook is coming!" Out in the
snow the herds were aroused, and each "critter" was looking westward
as though good news had been scented afar. Across the mountain-tops
toward which the stock were looking, great wind-blown clouds were
flying toward the plains. In less than an hour the rescuing Chinook
rushed upon the scene. The temperature rose forty degrees in less than
half as many minutes; then it steadied and rose more slowly. The warm,
dry wind quickly increased to a gale. By noon both the sleet and the
snow were gone, and thousands of cattle were eagerly feeding in the
brown and curly grass of the wide, bleached plain.
This experience enabled me to understand the "Waiting for a Chinook"
picture of the "Cowboy Artist." This picture was originally intended
to be the spring report, after a stormy Montana winter, to the eastern
stockholders of a big cattle company. It showed a spotted solitary cow
standing humped in a snowy plain. One horn is broken and her tail is
frozen off. Near are three hungry coyotes in different waiting
attitudes. The picture bore the legend "The Last of Five Thousand,
Waiting for a Chinook."
It is "Presto! Change!" when the warm Chinook wind appears. Wintry
landscapes vanish in the balmy, spring-like breath of this strange,
hospitable, though inconstant Gulf Stream of the air. This wind is
extra dry and warm; occasionally it is almost hot. Many times in
Montana I have experienced the forcing, transforming effectiveness of
this hale, eccentric wind.
The completion of the big copper refinery at Great Falls was
celebrated with a banquet. One of the larger rooms in the new building
was used for the banquet-hall. Out to this, a mile or so from the
city, the banqueters were taken in a sleigh. That evening the roads
were snow-and-ice-covered, and the temperature was several degrees
below zero. A Chinook wind arrived while the banquet was in session,
and although the feast was drawn out no longer than usual, the
banqueters, on adjourning, found the snow and ice entirely gone, the
earth dry, and the air as balmy as though just off an Arizona desert
in June.
The Chinook blows occasionally over the Northwest during the five
colder months of the year. Though of brief duration, these winds are
very efficacious in softening the asperities of winter with their
moderating warmth, and they are of great assistance to the stock and
other interests. Apparently the Chinook starts from the Pacific, in
the extreme Northwest, warm and heavily moisture-laden. Sweeping
eastward, it is chilled in crossing the mountains, on which it
speedily releases its moisture in heavy snowfalls. Warmed through
releasing moisture, it is still further warmed through compression
while descending the Cascades, and it goes forward extremely feverish
and thirsty. It now feels like a hot desert wind, and, like air off
the desert's dusty face, it is insatiably dry and absorbs moisture
with astounding rapidity.
It may come from the west, the southwest, or the northwest. Its
eastward sweep sometimes carries it into Wisconsin, Iowa, and Kansas,
but it most frequently floods and favors the Canadian plains, Oregon,
Washington, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, and Colorado. It may come gently
and remain as a moderate breeze or it may appear violently and blow a
gale. Its duration is from a few hours to several days.
There are numerous instances on record of a Chinook greatly raising
the temperature, removing several inches of snow, and drying the earth
in an unbelievably short time. An extreme case of this kind took place
in northern Montana in December, 1896. Thirty inches of snow lay over
everything; and the quicksilver-tip in thermometers was many lines
below zero. In this polar scene the Chinook appeared. Twelve hours
later the snow had entirely vanished! The Blackfoot Indians have a
graphic term for this wind,--"the snow-eater."
In most respects this wind is climatically beneficial. A thorough
warming and drying a few times each winter renders many localities
comfortably habitable that otherwise scarcely would be usable. The
occasional removal of snow-excesses has its advantages to all users of
roads, both wagon and rail, as well as being helpful to stock
interests. There are times when this wind leaves the plains too dry,
but far more frequently it prevents terrible floods by reducing the
heavy snow covering over the sources of the Columbia and the Missouri
before the swift spring thaw appears. The Chinook is not likely to
create floods through the rapidity of its action, for it changes snow
and water to vapor and carries this away through the air.
The Chinook is nothing if not eccentric. Sometimes it warms the
mountain-tops and ignores the cold lowlands. Often in snowy time it
assists the railroad men to clear the tracks on the summit before it
goes down the slope a few miles to warm the muffled and discouraged
snow-shovelers in the valley. Now and then a wind tempers the clime
for a sheepman, while in an adjoining valley only a few miles away the
stockman and his herd wait in vain for the Chinook.
The Chinook may appear at any hour of the day or night. Occasionally
with a rush it chases winter. Frequently and fortunately it follows a
blizzard. Often it dramatically saves the suffering herds, both wild
and tame, and at the eleventh hour it brings the balm of the southland
to the waiting, starving birds.
The Chinook wind is a Westerner. Similar though less far-reaching
winds blow in the mountains of Europe and Asia. In the West, and
especially the Northwest, it has a happy and important place, and the
climate of this region cannot be comprehended without understanding
the influence of the Chinook wind.
Associating with Snow-Slides
Associating with Snow-Slides
Every snow-fall caused a snow-slide to rush down Bobtail Gulch. This
run-off of snow was as regular as the run-off of storm-water. The snow
which accumulated at the head of this gulch was a danger to the trail
below, and if the snow showed the slightest hesitation to "run" when
the storm had ended, a miner from a neighboring mine started it by
rolling a few stones into it or by exploding a stick of dynamite near
by.
During my stay at a miners' boarding-house in the San Juan Mountains a
heavy snow-fall came to a close. "Has the Greagory run yet?" inquired
the foreman of one of the miners. "No." "Better start it, then." Ten
minutes later fifty thousand tons of snow went plunging down Greagory
Gulch.
"This cabin will never be caught by a snow-slide!" said the
prospector with whom I was having supper. "A slide hit my cabin in the
Sawtooth Mountains. No more sleeping for me in the possible
right-of-way of a slide! I sized up the territory before building this
cabin and I've put it out of the range of slides."
All this was encouraging, as I was to spend the night in the cabin and
had arrived after the surrounding mountains were hidden in darkness. A
record-breaking snow of eight days and nights had just ended a few
hours before. During the afternoon, as I came down from Alpine Pass on
snowshoes, the visible peaks and slopes loomed white and were
threateningly overladen with snow. Avalanches would run riot during
the next few hours, and the sliding might begin at any minute. Gorges
and old slide-ways would hold most of these in the beaten
slide-tracks, but there was the possibility of an overladen mountain
sending off a shooting star of a slide which might raise havoc by
smashing open a new orbit.
The large spruces around the cabin showed that if ever a slide had
swept this site it was longer ago than a century. As no steep slope
came down upon the few acres of flat surrounding the cabin, we
appeared to be in a slide-proof situation. However, to the north was a
high snow-piled peak that did not look assuring, even though between
it and the cabin was a gorge and near by a rocky ridge. Somewhat
acquainted with the ways of slides, I lay awake in the cabin, waiting
to hear the muffled thunder-storm of sound which would proclaim that
slides were "running."
Snow-slides may be said to have habits. Like water, they are governed
by gravity. Both in gulches and on mountain-sides, they start most
readily on steep and comparatively smooth slopes. If a snow-drift is
upon a thirty-degree incline, it may almost be pushed into sliding
with a feather. A slope more steeply inclined than thirty degrees does
not offer a snow-drift any visible means of support. Unless this slope
be broken or rough, a snow-drift may slide off at any moment.
In the course of a winter, as many as half a dozen slides may start
from the same place and each shoot down through the same gorge or
over the same slope as its predecessor. Only so much snow can cling to
a slope; therefore the number of slides during each winter is
determined by the quantity of snow and the character of the slope. As
soon as snow is piled beyond the holding-limit, away starts the slide.
A slide may have slipped from this spot only a few days before, and
here another may slip away a few days later; or a year may elapse
before another runs. Thus local topography and local weather
conditions determine local slide habits,--when a slide will start and
the course over which it will run.
The prospector was snoring before the first far-off thunder was heard.
Things were moving. Seashore storm sounds could be heard in the
background of heavy rumbling. This thunder swelled louder until there
was a heavy rumble everywhere. Then came an earthquake jar, closely
followed by a violently explosive crash. A slide was upon us! A few
seconds later tons of snow fell about us, crushing the trees and
wrecking the cabin. Though we escaped without a scratch, a heavy
spruce pole, a harpoon flung by the slide, struck the cabin at an
angle, piercing the roof and one of the walls.
The prospector was not frightened, but he was mad! Outwitted by a
snow-slide! That we were alive was no consolation to him. "Where on
earth did the thing come from?" he kept repeating until daylight. Next
morning we saw that to the depth of several feet about the cabin and
on top of it were snow-masses, mixed with rock-fragments, broken
tree-trunks, and huge wood-splinters,--the fragment remains of a
snow-slide.
This slide had started from a high peak-top a mile to the north of the
cabin. For three quarters of a mile it had coasted down a slope at the
bottom of which a gorge curved away toward the west; but so vast was
the quantity of snow that this slide filled and blocked the gorge with
less than half of its mass. Over the snowy bridge thus formed, the
momentum carried the remainder straight across the gulch. Landing, it
swept up a steep slope for three hundred feet and rammed the rocky
ridge back of the cabin. The greater part came to a stop and lay
scattered about the ridge. Not one tenth of the original bulk went
over and up to wreck the cabin! The prospector stood on this ridge,
surveying the scene and thinking, when I last looked back.
Heavy slides sometimes rush so swiftly down steep slopes that their
momentum carries their entire mass destructively several hundred feet
up the slope of the mountain opposite.
Desiring fuller knowledge of the birth and behavior of avalanches, or
snow-slides, I invaded the slide zone on snowshoes at the close of a
winter which had the "deepest snow-fall on record." Several days were
spent watching the snow-slide action in the San Juan Mountains. It was
a wild, adventurous, dramatic experience, which closed with an
avalanche that took me from the heights on a thrilling, spectacular
coast down a steep mountain-side.
[Illustration: LIZARD HEAD PEAK IN THE SAN JUAN MOUNTAINS]
A thick, snowy, marble stratum overlay the slopes and summits.
Appearing on the scene at the time when, on the steeps, spring was
melting the icy cement that held winter's wind-piled snows, I saw
many a snowy hill and embankment released. Some of these, as slides,
made meteoric plunges from summit crags to gentler places far below.
A snow-storm prevailed during my first night in the slide region, and
this made a deposit of five or six inches of new snow on top of the
old. On the steeper places this promptly slipped off in dry, small
slides, but most of it was still in place when I started to climb
higher.
While I was tacking up a comparatively smooth slope, one of my
snowshoes slipped, and, in scraping across the old, crusted snow,
started a sheaf of the fluffy new snow to slipping. Hesitatingly at
first, the new snow skinned off. Suddenly the fresh snow to right and
left concluded to go along, and the full width of the slope below my
level was moving and creaking; slowly the whole slid into swifter
movement and the mass deepened with the advance. Now and then parts of
the sliding snow slid forward over the slower-moving, crumpling,
friction-resisted front and bottom.
With advance it grew steadily deeper from constantly acquired
material and from the influence of converging water-channels which it
followed. A quarter of a mile from its birthplace it was about fifty
feet deep and twice as wide, with a length of three hundred feet.
Composed of new snow and coasting as swiftly as a gale, it trailed a
white streamer of snow-dust behind. A steeper or a rougher channel
added to the volume of snow-dust or increased the agitation of the
pace-keeping pennant. The morning was clear, and, by watching the
wigwagging snow flag, I followed easily the fortunes of the slide to
the bottom of the slope. After a swift mile of shooting and plunging,
the slide, greatly compressed, sprawled and spread out over a level
glacier meadow, where its last remnant lingered for the warmth of
July.
Dismissing this slide, I watched along the range to the north and
south, and from time to time saw the white scudding plumes of other
slides, which, hidden in the cañons, were merrily coasting down from
the steep-sloping crest.
These slides, unless they had run down an animal, did no damage. They
were composed of freshly fallen snow and in their flight had moved in
old channels that had been followed and perhaps formed by hundreds of
slides in years gone by. Slides of this kind--those which accompany or
follow each storm and which promptly make away with new-fallen snow by
carrying it down through stream-channels--may be called Storm, or
Flood, slides. These usually are formed in smooth gulches or on steep
slopes.
The other kinds of slides may be called the Annual and the Century. In
places of rough surface or moderate slope there must be a large
accumulation of snow before a slide will start. Weeks or even months
may pass before storm and wind assemble sufficient snow for a slide.
Places of this kind commonly furnish but one slide a year, and this
one in the springtime. At last the snow-drifts reach their maximum;
warmth assists starting by melting snow-cornices that have held on
through the winter; these drop, and by dropping often start things
going. Crags wedged off by winter ice are also released in spring; and
these, in going recklessly down, often knock hesitating snow-drifts
into action. A fitting name for those slides that regularly run at the
close of winter would be Spring, or Annual. These are composed of the
winter's local accumulation of snow and slide rock, and carry a much
heavier percentage of rock-débris than the Storm slide carries. They
transport from the starting-place much of the annual crumbling and the
weatherings of air and water, along with the tribute pried off by
winter's ice levers; with this material from the heights also goes the
year's channel accumulation of débris. The Annual slide does man but
little damage and, like the Flood slide, it follows the gulches and
the water-courses.
In snowy zones the avalanche is commonly called a snow-slide, or
simply a slide. A slide, with its comet tail of powdered snow, makes
an intense impression on all who see one. It appears out of order with
the scheme of things; but, as a matter of fact, it is one of gravity's
working ways, a demonstration of the laws of sliding bodies. A smooth,
steep slope which receives a heavy fall of snow will promptly produce
or throw off a sliding mass of snow. Raise, lower, or roughen this
slope, increase or decrease the annual snow-fall, or change the
direction of the wind,--and thus the position of snow-drifts,--and
there will follow corresponding slide-action. Wind and calm, gravity,
friction, adhesion, cohesion, geology, temperature and precipitation,
all have a part and place in snow-piling and in slide-starting.
The Century slides are the damaging ones. These occur not only at
unexpected times but in unexpected places. The Century slide is the
deadly one. It usually comes down a course not before traversed by a
slide, and sometimes crashes through a forest or a village. It may be
produced by a record-breaking snow or by snow-drifts formed in new
places by winds from an unusual quarter; but commonly the mass is of
material slowly accumulated. This may contain the remnant snows and
the wreckage spoils of a hundred years or more. Ten thousand snows
have added to its slowly growing pile; tons of rock-dust have been
swept into it by the winds; gravel has been deposited in it by water;
and gravity has conducted to it the crumbling rocks from above. At
last--largely ice--it breaks away. In rushing down, it gathers
material from its predestined way.
In the spring of 1901, one of these slides broke loose and came down
the slope of Gray's Peak. For years the snow had accumulated on a
ridge above timber-line. The mass shot down a steep slope, struck the
woods, and swept to the bottom about four thousand feet below, mowing
down every tree in a pathway about three hundred feet wide. About one
hundred thousand trees were piled in wild, broken wreckage in the
gorge below.
Although a snow-slide is almost irresistible, it is not difficult, in
many localities, to prevent slides by anchoring the small snow-drift
which would slip and start the slide. In the West, a number of slides
have been suppressed by setting a few posts in the upper reaches of
slopes and gulches. These posts pinned fast the snow that would slip.
The remainder held its own. The Swiss, too, have eliminated many
Alpine slides by planting hardy shrubbery in the slippery snowy
areas. This anchorage gives the snow a hold until it can compact and
freeze fast. Shrubbery thus is preventing the white avalanche!
A slide once took me with it. I was near the bottom of one snowy arm
of a V gulch, waiting to watch Gravity, the world-leveler, take his
next fragment of filling to the lowlands. Separating these arms was a
low, tongue-like rock-ledge. A gigantic snow-cornice and a great
snow-field filled, with full-heaped and rounded measure, the uppermost
parts of the other arm.
Deep rumblings through the earth, echoings from crags and cañons
through the communicative air, suddenly heralded the triumphant
starting of an enormous slide. About three hundred feet up the
heights, a broken end-on embankment of rocks and snow, it came
coasting, dusting into view, plunging towards me. As a rock-ledge
separated the two ravines above the junction, I felt secure, and I did
not realize until too late that I was to coast down on the slide.
Head-on, it rumbled heavily toward me with its mixed and crumbling
front, making a most impressive riot of moving matter. Again and again
the snowy monster smashed its shoulder into the impregnable farther
wall. At last, one hundred feet high and twice as wide, came its
impinging, crumbling front. At times the bottom caught and rolled
under, leaving the overhanging front to cave and tumble forward with
snowy splashes.
This crumbling front was not all snow; occasionally an iceberg or a
cargo of stones fell forward. With snow flying from it as from a
gale-swept, snow-piled summit, this monster of half a million tons
roared and thundered by in a sound-burst and reverberation of
incomparable depth and resonance, to plunge into a deeper, steeper
rock-walled gorge. It probably was moving thirty-five or forty miles
an hour and was gaining in velocity every second.
The noise of its passing suppressed the sounds of the slide that
started in the gulch above me. Before I could realize it, this slide
swept down, and the snow on which I was standing burst up with me
into the air, struck and leaped the low ledge, rammed the rear end of
the passing slide, and landed me, snowshoes down, on top of it.
The top was unstable and dangerous; it lurched, burst up, curled
under, yawned, and gave off hissing jets of snow powder; these and the
plunging movements kept me desperately active, even with my broad
snowshoes, to avoid being swallowed up, or overturned and smothered,
or crushed in the chaotic, fissuring mass.
As its speed increased, I now and then caught a glimpse, through
flying, pelting snow-particles, of shooting rocks which burst
explosively through the top. At timber-line the gorge walls abruptly
ended and the channel curved swiftly to the left in a broad, shallow
ravine. The momentum of this monster carried it out of the ravine and
straight ahead over a rough, forested ridge.
Trees before it were crushed down, and those alongside were thrown
into a wild state of excitement by the violence of swiftly created and
entangling gale-currents. From the maelstrom on the top I looked down
upon the panic through the snow-dust-filled air and saw trees flinging
their arms wildly about, bowing and posturing to the snow.
Occasionally a treetop was snapped off, and these broken tops swirled
wildly about, hurried forward or backward, or were floated upward on
rotating, slower currents. The sides of the slide crumbled and
expanded; so it became lower, flatter, and wider, as it slid forward
on a moderate up grade. A half-mile after leaving the gorge, the slide
collided at right angles with a high moraine. The stop telescoped the
slide, and the shock exploded the rear third and flung it far to right
and left, scattering it over a wide area. Half a minute later I clawed
out of the snow-pile, almost suffocated, but unhurt.
Toward the close of my last winter as government "Snow Observer" I
made a snowshoe trip along the upper slopes of the Continental Divide
and scaled a number of peaks in the Rocky Mountains of central
Colorado. During this trip I saw a large and impressive snow-slide at
a thrillingly close range. It broke loose and "ran"--more correctly,
plunged--by me down a frightful slope. Everything before it was
overwhelmed and swept down. At the bottom of the slope it leaped in
fierce confusion from the top of a precipice down into a cañon.
For years this snowy mass had accumulated upon the heights. It was one
of the "eternal snows" that showed in summer to people far below and
far away. A century of winters had contributed snows to its pile. A
white hill it was in the upper slope of a gulch, where it clung,
pierced and anchored by granite pinnacles. Its icy base, like poured
molten lead, had covered and filled all the inequalities of the
foundation upon which it rested. Time and its tools, together with its
own height and weight, at last combined to release it to the clutch
and eternal pull of gravity. The expanding, shearing, breaking force
of forming ice, the constant cutting of emery-edged running water, and
the undermining thaw of spring sent thundering downward with ten
thousand varying echoes a half-million tons of snow, ice, and stones.
Head-on the vast mass came exploding toward me. Wildly it threw off
masses of snowy spray and agitated, confused whirlwinds of snow-dust.
I was watching from the top of a precipice. Below, the wide, deep
cañon was filled with fleecy clouds,--a bay from a sea of clouds
beyond. The slide shot straight for the cloud-filled abyss and took
with it several hundred broken trees from an alpine grove that it
wrecked just above the precipice.
This swift-moving monster disturbed the air, and excited, stampeding,
and cyclonic winds flung me headlong, as it tore by with rush and
roar. I arose in time to see the entire wreckage deflected a few
degrees upward as it shot far out over the cloud-made bay of the
ocean. A rioting acre of rock-fragments, broken trees, shattered
icebergs, and masses of dusting snow hesitated momentarily in the air,
then, separating, they fell whirling, hurtling, and scattering, with
varying velocities,--rocks, splintered trees, and snow,--in silent
flight to plunge into the white bay beneath. No sound was given forth
as they fell into, and disappeared beneath, the agitated sea of
clouds. How strange this noiseless fall was! A few seconds later, as
the wreckage reached the bottom, there came from beneath the silent
surface the muffled sounds of crash and conflict.
Wild Folk of the Mountain-Summits
Wild Folk of the Mountain-Summits
The higher mountain-ranges rise far above the zone of life and have
summits that are deeply overladen with ancient snow and ice, but the
upper slopes and summits of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and the
Sierra of California are not barren and lifeless, even though they
stand far above the timber-line. There is no other mountain-range on
the earth that I know of that can show such a varied and vigorous
array of life above the tree-line as do these ranges. In the Alps the
upper slopes and summits stand in eternal desolation, without life
even in summertime. The icy stratum that overlies the summit Alps is
centuries old, and is perpetual down to nine thousand feet.
Timber-line there is only sixty-four hundred feet above sea-level. How
different the climatic conditions in the Rocky Mountains and in the
Sierra, where timber-line is at approximately eleven thousand five
hundred feet, or a vertical mile higher than it is in the Alps!
Even the high peaks of this region have touches of plant-life and are
visited by birds and beasts. The list of living things which I have
seen on the summit of Long's Peak (14,255 feet above sea-level)
includes the inevitable and many-tinted lichens, spike-grass, dainty
blue polemonium, and clumps of crimson purple primroses, all
exquisitely beautiful. There are straggling bumblebees, grasshoppers,
and at least two kinds of prettily robed butterflies. Among the
mammals visiting the summit I have seen a mountain lion, a bob-cat, a
rabbit, and a silver fox, though only one of each. The bird callers
embrace flocks of rosy finches, ptarmigan, and American pipits, and
numbers of white-crowned sparrows and juncos, together with a
scattering of robins, bluebirds, golden eagles, red-tailed hawks, and
hummingbirds!
The summit life zone in the Rocky Mountains not only sweeps up to
exceptionally high altitudes, but it embraces vast territory. In
Colorado alone the Arctic-Alpine territory above the tree-line
probably extends over five million or more acres. Thrust high in this
summit area are the tops of more than three hundred peaks. Many of
these tower three thousand feet above the timber-line. Much of this
region is made up of steep slopes, shattered summits, and precipitous
walls, many of which bound cañons. There is a scattering of lakes,
gentle slopes, stretches of rolling moorlands, and bits of wet meadow
or arctic tundra. In this high and far-extending mountain land one may
travel day after day always above the uppermost reaches of the forest.
In this strange treeless realm there is a largeness of view. Up close
to the clouds and the sky, the big world far below, the scene
stretches away in boundless, magnificent distances.
The snow-fall of this region varies with locality, and ranges from a
few feet up to fifty feet annually. In most localities this snow is
rapidly evaporated by the exceedingly dry air of the heights. The
remnants of each year's fall commonly rest upon the accumulations of
preceding years, but during midsummer not one tenth of the heights is
snow-covered. Vast areas are occupied by craggy peaks and barren
rock-fields. The barrenness is due almost entirely to a lack of soil,
not to altitude nor to the rigors of the climate. The climate is in
many respects similar to that which wraps the Arctic Circle near
sea-level, and it allows many forms of vigorous life.
Numerous moraines, terraces, steppes, and moorlands--the wide sky
plains--have their soil, and this in the warmth of summer generously
produces green grass and brilliant flowers. These, together with big
game, birds, and circling butterflies, people this zone with life and
turn the towering and terraced heights into the rarest of hanging wild
gardens. In favored places for a mile or so above timber-line are
scattered acres of heathy growths. Stunted by cold, clipped off by the
wind, and heavily pressed by the snow, these growths are thickly
tangled, bristly, and rarely more than a few inches in height. Among
these are wintergreen, bunchberry, huckleberry, kalmia, currant, black
birch, and arctic willow. There are miles of moorlands covered with
short, thin grasses, while deeply soil-covered terraces, cozy slopes,
and wet meadows have plushy grass carpets several inches thick. These
growths form the basic food-supply of both the insects and the
warm-blooded life of the heights.
[Illustration: ALPINE PASTURES ABOVE TIMBER-LINE
Near Specimen Mountain in the Rocky Mountain National Park]
These alpine pastures are the home of many mountain sheep. Between
Long's Peak and Mt. Meeker there is a shattered shoulder of granite
that is fourteen thousand feet above sea-level and at all times partly
covered with an ancient snow-field, the remains of a former glacier.
During earlier years I occasionally used the sky-line by this
snow-field for a view-point and a lingering-place. One day after a
long outlook, I emerged from between two blocks of granite and
surprised a flock of mountain sheep near by. A majority of them were
lying comfortably among the stones. One was nosing about, another was
scratching his side with his hind hoof, while the patriarchal ram was
poised on a huge block of granite. He, too, was looking down upon the
world, but he was also scouting for enemies. Upon my appearance, the
flock broke away at good speed but in excellent order, the old ram
leading the way. In scrambling up for a farewell view, I disturbed a
mountain lion. He bounded among the scattered wreckage of granite and
vanished. Here was big game and its well-fed pursuer, in the mountain
heights, above the limits of tree growth and almost three miles above
the surface of the sea. Many flocks live at an altitude of twelve
thousand feet. Here the lambs are born, and from this place they all
make spring foraging excursions far down the slopes into a warmer zone
for green stuffs not yet in season on the heights. Their warm covering
of soft hair protects them from the coldest blasts. Winter quarters
appear to be chosen in localities from which winds regularly sweep the
snow. This sweeping prevents the snow from burying food beyond reach,
and lessens the danger of these short-legged mountaineers becoming
snowbound. They commonly endure wind-storms by crowding closely
against the lee side of a ledge. Now and then they are so deeply
drifted over with snow that many of the weaker ones perish, unable to
wallow out. The snow-slide, the white terror of the heights,
occasionally carries off an entire flock of these bold, vigilant
sheep.
The mountain lion is a prowler, a cowardly, rapacious slaughterer, and
may visit the heights at any time. Though apparently irregular in his
visits, he seems to keep track of the seasons and to know the date for
spring lamb, and he is likely to appear while the sheep are weak or
snowbound. He is a wanton killer and is ever vigilant to slay. He
lurks and lies in wait and preys upon all the birds and beasts except
the bear.
This treeless realm is roamed by both the grizzly and the black bear;
both pay most visits during the autumn, and the grizzly occasionally
hibernates in these uplands. In summer they range the forests far
below, but with the coming of autumn they climb the slopes to dig out
fat woodchucks and to get the last of the season's berries, with which
to put on final fat for hibernating. They overturn stones for mice and
lick up the accumulations of chilled insects which they find along the
snow and ice fields. Myriads of flies, moths, grasshoppers, and other
insects often accumulate along or on the edge of snow or ice fields in
the heights, attracted, apparently, by the brilliant whiteness of the
ice or the snow. The cold closely surrounding air zone appears to
benumb or paralyze them, and they drop in great numbers near the
margin. Occasionally swarms of insects are carried by storms up the
heights and dropped upon the snow or ice fields which lie in the
eddying-places of the wind.
One autumn I accompanied a gentleman to the Hallett Glacier. On
arriving, we explored a crevasse and examined the bergschrund at the
top. When we emerged from the bergschrund, the new snow on the glacier
was so softened in the sunshine that we decided to have the fun of
coasting down the steep face to the bottom of the slope. Just as we
slid away, I espied a bear at the bottom, toward which we were
speeding. He was so busily engaged in licking up insects that he had
not noticed us. Naturally the gentleman with me was frightened, but it
was impossible to stop on the steep, steel-like, and snow-lubricated
slope. Knowing something of bear nature, the situation, though most
interesting, did not appear serious to me. Meantime, the bear heard us
and made lively and awkward efforts to be gone. He fled at a racing
gallop, and gave us an excellent side view of his clumsy,
far-outreaching lively hind legs going it flatfooted.
Deer are among the summer visitors in the cool uplands, climbing a
thousand feet or more above the uppermost trees. With the first autumn
snow they start to descend, and they commonly winter from three to six
thousand feet below their summer range. There are a few woodchuck
colonies as high as twelve thousand feet. The woodchuck, in the
spring, despite short legs and heavy body, gives way to _wanderlust_,
and as a change from hibernation wanders afar and occasionally climbs
a mountain-peak. Sometimes, too, a mountain lion prevents his return.
The silver fox is a permanent resident of these heights and ranges
widely over them. He catches woodchucks and ptarmigan and feasts on
big game that has met with accident or that has been left to waste by
that wild game-hog, the mountain lion. In summer, and occasionally in
winter, both the coyote and the wolf come into the fox's territory.
In slide rock and in bouldery moraines up as high as thirteen thousand
feet, one finds the pika, or cony. Almost nothing is known of his
domestic life. Apparently he does not hibernate, for on sunny days he
may be seen the year round. Like the beaver he each autumn lays up
supplies for winter. Hay is his harvest. This hay is frequently placed
in conical piles in the shelter of shelving rocks. These piles are
sometimes two feet in diameter. His haymaking is done with much hurry.
After quickly biting off a number of plants or grasses, he commonly
seizes these by their ends and simply scampers for the harvest pile.
Quickly thrusting them in, he hurries away for more. His ways are
decidedly in contrast to the beaver's deliberate movements. When he is
sunning himself, one may, by moving slowly, approach within a few
feet. He has a squeaky whistle and a birdlike call, each of which it
is difficult to describe. He is a tailless little fellow, and has
round ratlike ears; is dark gray above and whitish beneath. In
appearance he reminds one of a small guinea-pig, or a young rabbit.
Up in this region, the most skyward of life zones, nature, as
everywhere, is red in tooth and claw. There are strength and cunning,
victor and vanquished, pursuit and death. One day, while watching a
beetle, I saw a deadly attack. For more than an hour the beetle had
been doing nothing except turn this way and then that without getting
two inches from the grass-edge on the top of a stone. Suddenly a black
bit darted past my face, struck the beetle, and knocked him over. It
was a wasp, and for a few seconds these two warriors clinched, and
fought with all their strength, cunning, and weapons. While locked in
deadly struggle, they fell over a cliff that was twelve inches high;
the fall broke their hold; this was instantly renewed, but presently
they ceased to struggle, with the wasp victor.
The weasel is the white wolf among the small people of the heights. In
winter his pure white fur allows him to slip almost unsuspected
through the snow. He preys upon the cony and the birds of the alpine
zone. Like the mountain lion and some human hunters, he does wanton
killing just for amusement. He is bloodthirsty, cunning, and even
bold. Many times, within a few feet, he has glared fiendishly at me,
seeming almost determined to attack; his long, low-geared body and
sinister and snaky eyes make him a mean object to look upon.
An experience with a number of rosy finches in the midst of a blizzard
was one of the most cheerful ever given me by wild fellow creatures.
While snowshoeing across one of the high passes, I was caught in a
terrific gale, which dashed the powdered snow-dust so thickly and
incessantly that breathing was difficult and at times almost
strangling. Crawling beneath an enormous rock-slab to rest and
breathe, I disturbed a dozen or so rosy finches already in possession
and evidently there for the same purpose as myself. They moved to one
side and made room for me, but did not go out. As I settled down, they
looked at me frankly and without a fear. Such trust! After one calm
look, they gave me no further attention. Although trustful and
friendly, they were reserved and mannerly. From time to time there
were comings and goings among them. Almost every snow-dashed incoming
stranger gave me a look as he entered, and then without the least
suspicion turned to his own feathers and affairs. With such honor, I
forgot my frosted nose and the blizzard. Presently, however, I crawled
forth and groped through the blinding hurricane and entered a friendly
forest, where wind-shaped trees at timber-line barely peeped beneath
the drifted snow.
The rosy finch, the brown-capped leucosticte of the Rockies (in the
Sierra it is the gray-crowned), is a little larger than a junco and is
one of the bravest and most trusting of the winged mountaineers. It is
the most numerous of the resident bird-population. These cheery little
bits live in the mountain snows, rarely descending below timber-line.
Occasionally they nest as high as thirteen thousand five hundred feet.
The largest bird resident of the snowy heights is the ptarmigan.
Rarely does this bird descend below the timber-line. But a late and
prolonged winter storm may drive him and his neighbor the rosy finch a
mile or so down the slopes. The first fine day he is back again to the
happy heights. The ptarmigan lives in the heathery growths among huge
rocky débris. Much of the winter-time he shelters himself in deeply
penetrating holes or runs in the compacted snow. His food consists of
the seeds and buds of alpine plants, grasses, and insects. His ways
remind one of a grouse, though he is a smaller bird. During winter he
appears in suit of white, stockings and all. In spring a few black and
cinnamon-colored feathers are added, and by midsummer his dress is
grayish-brown. During all seasons he is fairly well concealed from
enemies by the protective coloration of his clothes, and he depends
largely upon this for protection. He is preyed upon by the weasel,
fox, bear, eagle, and lion.
Although the mountain-tops have only a few resident birds, they have
numerous summer bird builders and sojourners. Many birds nest in these
heights instead of going to similar conditions in the great Arctic
Circle nursery. Thus most birds met with in the heights during the
summer season are the migratory ones. Among the summer residents are
the American pipit, the white-crowned sparrow, and the gray-headed
junco, the latter occasionally raising two broods in a summer. Here,
too, in autumn come flocks of robins and other birds for late berries
before starting southward.
The golden eagle may soar above the peaks during all the seasons, but
he can hardly be classed as a resident, for much of the winter he
spends in the lower slopes of the mountains. Early in the spring he
appears in the high places and nests among the crags, occasionally
twelve thousand feet above sea-level. The young eaglets are fed in
part upon spring lamb from the near-by wild flocks.
One day, while in a bleak upland above the timber-line, I paused by a
berg-filled lake, a miniature Arctic Ocean, with barren rock-bound
shores. A partly snow-piled, half-frozen moor stretched away into an
arctic distance. Everything was silent. Near by a flock of ptarmigan
fed upon the buds of a clump of arctic willow that was dwarfed almost
out of existence. I felt as though in the polar world. "Here is the
environment of the Eskimo," I discoursed to myself. "He ought to be
found in this kind of place. Here are icebergs, frozen tundras, white
ptarmigan, dwarf willows, treeless distances. If arctic plants were
transported down here on the Big Ice Floe, surely some Eskimo must
have been swept along. Why didn't he stay? The climate was better, but
perhaps he missed his blubber and sea food, and there was no midnight
sun and the nights were extremely short. The pale and infrequent
aurora borealis must have reminded him of better nights, if not better
days. Anyway, even for the Eskimo, there is no place like home, even
though it be in a domed and dingy ice house amid the eternal snows and
beneath the wonderful sky of northern lights."
[Illustration: AT THE EDGE OF THE ARCTIC-ALPINE LIFE ZONE IN THE SAN
JUAN MOUNTAINS]
There are fields of varied wild flowers. Brilliant in color, dainty,
beautiful, and graceful, they appear at their best amid the wild
magnificence of rocky peaks, alpine lakes, and aged snow-fields, and
on the far-extending lonely moorlands. Many of these flowers are
your lowland friends, slightly dwarfed in some cases, but with charms
even fresher, brighter, and more lovely than those of the blooms you
know. Numerous upland stretches are crowded and colored in
indescribable richness,--acres of purple, blue, and gold. The flowers,
by crowding the moist outskirts of snow-drifts, make striking
encircling gardens of bloom. In contributed and unstable soil-beds,
amid ice and boulders, they take romantic rides and bloom upon the
cold backs of the crawling glaciers, and thus touch with color and
beauty the most savage of wild scenes.
The distribution and arrangement of the flowers has all the charm of
the irregular, and for the most part is strikingly effective and
delightfully artistic. They grow in bunches and beds; the stalks are
long and short; rock towers and barren débris frown on meadow gardens
and add to the attractiveness of the millions of mixed blossoms that
dance or smile. Ragged tongues of green and blossoms extend for miles.
One of the peculiarities of a few of these plants is that they have
stems and axes horizontal rather than vertical. Others are masses of
mossy, cushion-like bloom. In many cases there is a marked enlargement
of the root-growth, but the flowers compare favorably in size,
sweetness, and brilliancy of coloring with their lowland relatives.
Among the blossoms that shine in these polar gardens are the spring
beauty, the daisy, the buttercup, and the forget-me-not. There are
numbers of the pink and the saxifrage families, white and purple
monkshood, purple asters, and goldenrod. Whole slopes are covered with
paintbrushes, and among these commonly is a scattering of tall,
white-tipped wild buckwheat. Some of these are scentless, while others
diffuse a rich perfume.
There are numerous hanging gardens that are grander than all the kings
of the earth could create! White cascades with the soft, fluttering
veils of spray pour through the brilliant bloom and the bright green
of the terraces. In these gardens may bloom the bluest of mertensia,
gentians, and polemonium, the brightest of yellow avens, the ruddy
stonecrop, and gaillardias as handsome as any black-eyed Susan; then
there is a fine scattering of shooting-stars, starworts, pentstemons
of prettiest shades, and the tall and stately columbine, a burst of
silver and blue.
Many of the polar plants that bloom in this Arctic world were probably
brought here from the Arctic Circle by the vast and prolonged flow of
ice from the north during the last ice age. Stranded here by the
receding, melting ice, they are growing up with the country under
conditions similar to those in the Northland. They are quick to seize
and beautify each new soil-bed that appears,--soil exposed by the
shrinking of snow-fields, piled by landslides, washed down by water,
or made by the dropped or deposited sweepings of the winds.
Bees and butterflies follow the flowers, and every wild garden has the
buzz of busy wings and the painted sails of idle ones. Mountain sheep
occasionally pose and group among the flowers and butterflies. Often
sheep, crags, ptarmigan, and green spaces, flowers, and waterfalls
are caught in one small space that sweeps up into the blue and cloud
in one grand picture.
In many localities there are such numbers of dwarfed plants that one
may blunder through a fairy flower-garden without seeing it. To see
these tiny flowers at their best, one needs to lie down and use a
reading-glass. There are diminutive bellflowers that rise only half an
inch above the earth and masses of cushion pinks and tiny phlox still
finer and shorter.
The Arctic-Alpine zone, with its cloud and bright sunshine, rests upon
the elevated and broken world of the Rockies. This realm is full of
interest through all the seasons, and with its magnificence are lovely
places, brilliant flowers, and merry birds to cheer its solitudes.
During winter these polar mountain-stretches have a strange charm, and
many a time my snowshoe tracks have left dotted trails upon their
snowy distances.
These cheerful wild gardens are threatened with ruin. Cattle and sheep
are invading them farther and farther, and leaving ruin behind. With
their steep slopes, coarse soil, and shallow root-growths these
alpine growths cannot endure pasturage. The biting, the pulling, and
the choppy hoof-action are ruinous. Destined to early ruin if
pastured, and having but little value when so used, these sky gardens
might rightly be kept unimpaired for ourselves. They would make
delightful National Parks. They have a rapidly increasing value for
parks. Used for recreation places, they would have a high commercial
value; and thus used they would steadily pay dividends in humanity.
Some Forest History
Some Forest History
Two picturesque pine stumps stood for years in the edge of a grove
near my cabin. They looked as old as the hills. Although they had
wasted a little through weathering, they showed no sign of decay.
Probably they were the ruins of yellow pine trees that before my day
had perished in a forest fire. The heat of the fire that had caused
their death had boiled the pores of these stumps full of pitch. They
were thus preserved, and would endure a long, long time.
I often wondered how old they were. A chance to get this information
came one morning when a number of old pines that grew around these
stumps were blown over. Among those that went down were three large
and ancient yellow pines and several smaller lodge-pole pines. These I
dissected and studied, with the idea that their annual wood rings,
together with the scars and embossments, might give information
concerning the death of the old brown-gray stumps.
Two of the yellow pines showed two hundred and fifty-six annual rings;
the other showed two hundred and fifty-five. All carried fire scars,
received in the year 1781. Apparently, then, the stumps had been dead
and weathering since 1781. The annual rings in the overthrown
lodge-poles showed that they started to grow in 1782. Lodge-pole pines
commonly spring up immediately after a fire; these had apparently
taken possession of the ground as soon as it was laid bare by the fire
that had killed and partly consumed the two yellow pines and injured
the three scarred ones. Since the lodge-poles were free from fire
scars, since the yellow pine showed no scar after 1781, and since all
these trees had stood close about the stumps, it was plain that the
stumps were the remnants of trees that perished in a forest fire in
1781.
Later, a number of trees elsewhere in the grove were called upon to
testify, and these told a story that agreed with that of the trees
that had stood close to the stumps. These stumps are now the
newel-posts in a rustic stairway.
[Illustration: A WESTERN YELLOW PINE]
Near my home on the slope of Long's Peak are the records of an
extraordinary succession of forest fires. During the last two hundred
and fifty years eight large fires and numerous small ones have
occurred. Each left a black, fire-engraved date-mark. The dates of
some of these fires are 1675, 1707, 1753, 1781, 1842, 1864, 1878,
1885, and 1900. Each fire burned over from a few hundred to a few
thousand acres. In part, nature promptly reforested after each fire;
consequently some of the later fires swept over areas that had been
burned over by the earlier ones. Here and there a fire-scarred tree,
escaping with its life, lived on to preserve in its rings the date of
the conflagration. In one old pine I found seven widely separated
scars that told of seven different fires. In addition to the records
in isolated trees, there were records also in many injured trees in
groves that had survived and in ragged forest-edges where forest fires
had stopped. An excellent check on the evidence given by the annual
rings of fire-scarred trees was found in the age of the new
tree-growth that came up in the fire-swept territory in which, or on
the borders of which, were the telltale fire-injured trees.
Some fires swept so clean that they left behind no date of their
ravages, but here and there the character of the forest and of the
soil in which it stood made me feel certain that the growth had arisen
from the ashes of a fire, and that I could tell the extent of the
fire. In most localities the fire-killed forest is at once restored by
nature. That ever enthusiastic sower, the wind, reseeds most burned
areas within a year. Burns on the Western mountains commonly are
covered with young lodge-pole or aspen within three years. There are a
few dry wind-swept slopes or places left rocky for which years or even
centuries may be required to re-earth and reforest.
Some members of the Pine Family endure fire much better than others.
The "big tree," the redwood, and the yellow and sugar pines will
survive far hotter fires than their relatives, for their vitals are
protected by a thick sheath of slow-burning bark. The Western yellow
pine is one of the best fire-fighters in the forest world. Its vitals
appear able to endure unusual heat without death, and it will survive
fires that kill neighboring trees of other kinds. In old trees the
trunk and large limbs are thickly covered with heat-and-fire-resisting
bark. In examining a number of these old fellows that were at last
laid low by snow or landslide or the axe, I found that some had
triumphantly survived a number of fiery ordeals and two or three
lightning-strokes. One pine of eight centuries carried the scars of
four thunderbolts and seven wounds that were received from fires
decades apart.
The deciduous, or broad-leaf, trees resist fires better than the
coniferous, or evergreen, trees. Pines and spruces take fire much more
readily than oaks and maples, because of the resinous sap that
circulates through them; moreover, the pines and spruces when heated
give off an inflammable gas which, rising in front of a forest fire,
adds to the heat and destructiveness, and the eagerness of the blaze.
Considered in relation to a fire, the coniferous forest is a poor
risk because it is more inflammable than a deciduous one.
Another advantage possessed by broad-leaf trees lies in the rapid
growth of their seedlings. Surface fires annihilate most tiny trees.
Two-year-old chestnuts, maples, and, in fact, many of the broad-leaf
youngsters, are three or more feet high, and are able to survive a
severe fire; but two-year-old white pine, Engelmann spruce, or
long-leaf pine are barely two inches high,--just fuzzy-topped matches
stuck in the earth that perish in a flash from a single breath of
flame.
The ability to send up sprouts, which most deciduous trees possess, is
also a very great advantage in the fight against fire. A fire may
destroy a deciduous forest and all its seeds without injuring the
potent roots beneath the surface. The year following the fire, most of
these roots send up sprouts that swiftly grow to replace the fallen
forest. Among the so-called Pine Family, the ability to send up
sprouts or shoots is limited to a few kinds, most prominent of which
is the redwood.
Repeated forest fires have injured enormously the Southern hardwood
forests; they have damaged millions of trees so that they have become
hollow or punky-hearted. These fires have burned off limbs or burned
into the trunks or the roots and made openings through which many
kinds of fungi have entered the hearts of the trees, to doom them to
rot and decay.
Forest fires have been common through the ages. Charcoal has been
found in fossil. This has a possible age of a million years. Charred
logs have been found, in Dakota and elsewhere, several hundred feet
beneath the surface. The big trees of California have fire scars that
are two thousand years old.
The most remarkable forest fire records that I ever saw were found in
a giant California redwood. This tree was felled a few years ago. Its
trunk was cut to pieces and studied by scientific men, who from the
number of its annual rings found the year of its birth, and also
deciphered the dates of the various experiences the tree had had with
fire.
This patriarch had stood three hundred feet high, was sound to the
core, and had lived through two thousand one hundred and seventy-one
years. Its existence began in the year 271 B.C. After more than five
centuries of life, in A.D. 245 it was in the pathway of a forest fire
from which it received a bad burn on the lower trunk. It was one
hundred and five years before this burn was fully covered with tissue
and bark.
Following this fire came the peaceful procession of twelve centuries.
Eleven hundred and ninety-six times the golden poppies came to glorify
the green hills of spring, while the songs of mating birds filled
woods and meadows. More than a thousand times the aspens ripened and
scattered their golden leaves, while this serene evergreen grew and
towered more and more noble through the centuries.
Elsewhere the forests were dim with smoke, and on the Sierra during
these centuries the heroic "big trees" received many a scar from fire.
But not until 1441 did fire again try this veteran. Soon after this
burn was healed there came a third fire. This was less injurious than
the preceding ones, for the wound that it inflicted healed in half a
century.
Higher and more stately the tree grew, and in 1729 it attained the age
of two thousand years. At the age of two thousand and eighty-eight
years the fourth fire attacked it. This fire burned an eighteen-foot
scar upon the trunk of the old tree. In 1900, after the lapse of
almost a century, only a small part of this wound was overgrown. This
year, 1900, came the reaper, the axeman, who laid low this aged and
monumental tree!
What starts forest fires? Some are started by lightning; others are
kindled by meteors that are flung from the sky, or by fire that is
hurled or poured from a volcano; a few are caused by spontaneous
combustion; and many are set by man. Down through the ages primitive
and civilized men have frequently set fire to the forest. These fires
are set sometimes accidentally, sometimes intentionally. The forest
has been fired to drive out game, to improve pasturage, to bewilder
the enemy during war, and to clear the land for the plow.
During one of my Colorado camping-trips a high October wind brought me
the information that spruce wood was burning near by. While I was
searching for the fire in the thick needle carpet of the forest floor,
a spark from above settled before me. A fire was sputtering and
starting in a tree top about thirty feet above the earth. This fire
was starting where a dead leaning tree-trunk was rasping and rubbing
against an upright one. The bark of the standing tree was powdered and
tufted with wood-dust which had been ground by friction from the
trunks as they swayed and rotated in the wind. This inflammable
wood-dust, together with accumulated bark-bits and needles, had been
set on fire from the heat generated by these two big sticks rubbing
together. Plainly this was a friction fire. The incessant swaying of
treetops in the tireless wind occasionally causes a smoke from
friction at points where overlapping limbs or entangled trees are
rubbing. Within a few minutes after my discovery, this fire was
roaring eagerly through the treetops.
Friction fires are rare, but my old notebooks tell of numerous fires
that were set by lightning. Before this fire, which was in the Sangre
de Cristo Mountains, had died out, a lightning-set fire in the
mountains of central Colorado had attracted my attention with massive,
magnificent smoke-clouds, which were two or three thousand feet above
the mountain-tops. Though thirty miles distant, these clouds
occasionally took on the bossy white splendor of big cumuli assembling
for summer rain. I resolved to see the fire at close range.
Until burned territory was reached, I followed along sky-line ridges
through changing conditions of clear sky, smoke, and falling ashes,
ready for swift retreat down a slope in case the fire advanced under
smoke cover and surprised me. The burn was entered at the first edge I
reached. Millions of seared and blackened trees were standing
steadfastly where they had died at their post. All twigs and leafage
were burned away, but the majority of the trees still carried their
larger limbs and patches of bark. In places only the tree-trunk, a
fire-carved totem pole, remained. Whirlwinds of flame had moved, and
in places every burnable thing on the surface was consumed, and even
tree-roots were burned out two and three feet beneath the surface.
Though weirdly interesting, these ashen fields of desolation were not
wholly lifeless. Here, as elsewhere, feasters came to banquet, and
good fortune brought favorites to the scene of panic and death. Flocks
of gorged magpies were about, and unwontedly bold coyotes, both filled
and foraging, were frequently met with. At one place a half-dozen
beaver were portaging round a tumble of charred tree-trunks that
obstructed the brook-channel. Fire had destroyed the food-supply, and
the beaver were seeking home and harvest in other scenes. A grizzly
bear was wading their pond and feasting on the dead trout that floated
on the surface. Two black bears, despite terrible threats from the
grizzly, claimed all the fish that came within reach of the shore.
They discreetly kept out of the pond.
Two fawns and their mother lay dead at the foot of a cliff. Either
blinded or terrorized by fire or smoke, they apparently had leaped or
fallen to death. As I gained the top in climbing to investigate, an
eagle swooped angrily at me from a topless trunk. Her mate with
scorched feathers lay on the rocks near by. On returning a few days
later I found her still watching the lifeless one from the same perch
in the dead tree.
In the heart of the burned tract was a thirty-or-forty-acre tract of
forest that had escaped the fire. It was surrounded with wide though
broken barriers of rock ledges. In this green oasis were numerous
wild-folk refugees. Chipmunks, rats, woodchucks, and birds were
startlingly abundant, but no big game. Apparently the home people had
welcomed the refugees, or had received them indifferently. The only
fight noticed was between mountain rats. However, this crowding and
overrunning of territory when the exciting fire was over, probably
made many terrible pages of animal history, before exodus and death
brought a normal readjustment of life to the territory.
Wandering on across the burn toward the fire-line, I came to the
place where a ragged-edged and beautiful glacier meadow had reposed, a
poetic park among the spruces dark and tall. Commonly these meadows
are sufficiently saturated to defy fire, but this one was burning,
though slowly and with but little blaze or smoke. The fire was working
toward the centre from the edges and eating downward from one to three
feet. This kind of meadow usually carries a covering stratum of a kind
of peat or turf which is composed almost entirely of matted grass or
sedge roots that are almost free from earthy or mineral matter. These
meadows lack warmth or soil sufficient to germinate tree seeds or to
grow trees. Often they remain beautiful treeless gardens for
generations, while wind and wash slowly bring sediment, or until a
flood or landslip brings soil. The deep burning of the surface and the
consequent deposit of ash on the new surface probably offered an
abiding-place to the next adventurous tree seeds. Glacier meadows
occasionally have this kind of ending.
Two prospectors were found at work in a spruce forest near which the
fire started but which it did not reach for a week. These men said
that, an hour or so after a thunder-shower of a few days before, one
of the brown beetle-killed pines had sent up a smoke-column.
Apparently lightning had struck this tree. The following day a small
fire was burning near it. This expanded into the forest fire. Commonly
it is a standing dead tree that is set on fire by the lightning, but
the bolt sometimes fires accumulated trash around the roots where it
enters the earth.
Within this extensive burn the trees had stood from thirty to one
hundred and forty feet high and from two hundred to three thousand to
the acre, and they were from thirty to four hundred and fifty years
old. A majority were about two centuries old. The predominating kinds
were yellow pine, Douglas spruce, Engelmann spruce, and aspen.
Different altitudes, forest fires, and a variety of slope-exposures,
along with the peculiar characteristics of each species, had
distributed these in almost pure stands, an area of each kind to
itself. There was some overlapping and mixing, but lodge-pole pine
noticeably stood by itself.
Where first encountered, this fire was roaring through a thick second
growth of lodge-pole pine. Scattered through this young growth were
hundreds of dead and limbless trees killed by a fire of thirty years
before. The preservative effect of their fiery death had kept these
great pillars sound, though they had become checked and weathered.
They burned slowly, and that night while the fire-front was storming a
ridge, these columns spread sparks and flames from split sides, or as
gigantic candles blazed only at the top. Yellow pines and Douglas
spruces killed in an intensely hot fire are so cooked and preserved
that they will resist weathering or rot for decades. I have seen a few
of these pitchy broken fellows standing erect in the depth of a
century-old second generation of forest with the arms of the living
trees about and above them.
Down a slope a fire moves more slowly and with lower temperature than
upward on the same slope. A fire may rush in a minute up a slope which
it would require a day to creep down. A fire is more all-consuming in
going up, and even after years have passed, the remains left on a
slope will often enable one to determine whether a fire swept up or
crept down. One peculiarity of flames in young growths on steep slopes
is that they sometimes dart up the heights in tongues, leaving narrow
ragged stretches of unburned trees! Usually these fiery tongues sweep
in a straight line up the slope.
The intense heat of a passing fire-front is withering at long
distances. I have known a fire to blister aspen clumps that were seven
or eight hundred feet from the nearest burned trees. The passing
flames may have been pushed much closer than this by slow heavy
air-swells or by the brief blasts of wild wind rushes.
The habits of forest fires are largely determined by
slope-inclination, wind-speed, and the quantity and quality of the
fuel. In places the fire slips quietly along with low whispering, then
suddenly it goes leaping, whirling, and roaring. A fire may travel
less than one mile or farther than one hundred miles in a day. The
ever varying slope and forest conditions in the mountains are
constantly changing the speed and the enthusiasm of a fire. Where all
conditions are favorable, it sweeps level stretches at a mile-a-minute
speed and rolls up slopes with the speed of sound!
One evening I climbed a high ridge that stood about half a mile in
front of a heavily forested peninsula which the fire-front would reach
in a few hours. The fire was advancing across the valley with a front
of about two miles. On arriving at the top of the ridge, I came up
behind a grizzly bear seated on his haunches like a dog, intently
watching the fire below. On discovering me he took a second look
before concentrating his mind on a speedy retreat. Along the ridge
about a quarter of a mile distant, a number of mountain sheep could be
seen through the falling ashes, with heads toward the fire, but
whether they were excited or simply curious could not be determined.
The forested peninsula which extended from between two forested cañons
had a number of meadow openings on the slopes closest to me. Around
these were many brilliant fiery displays. Overheated trees in or
across these openings often became enveloped in robes of invisible gas
far in advance of the flames. This gas flashed and flared up before
the tree blazed, and occasionally it convoyed the flames across
openings one hundred feet or so above the earth. Heated isolated trees
usually went with a gushing flash. At other places this flaming
sometimes lasted several seconds, and, when seen through steamy
curtains or clouds of smoke, appeared like geysers of red fire.
At times there were vast scrolls and whirling spirals of sparks above
and around the torrential, upstreaming flames of the fire-front.
Millions of these sparks were sometimes formed by high outflowing air
streams into splendid and far-reaching milky ways. In moments of
general calm the sky was deeply filled with myriads of excited sparks,
which gradually quieted, then floated beautifully, peacefully up to
vanish in the night.
Meantime the fire-front was pushed by wind-currents and led by ridges.
By the time the fire-line had advanced to the steeper slopes it was
one vast U about three miles long. Its closed end was around the
peninsula toward me. The fire-front rushed upward through the dense
forest of the peninsula steeps more swiftly than the wildest avalanche
could have plunged down. The flames swept across three-hundred-foot
grassy openings as easily as breakers roll in across a beach. Up the
final two thousand feet there were magnificent outbursts and sheets of
flame with accompanying gale and stormy-ocean roars. Terrific were the
rushes of whirled smoke-and-flame clouds of brown, ashen green, and
sooty black. There were lurid and volcanic effects in molten red and
black, while tattered yellow flames rushed, rolled, and tumbled
everywhere.
An uprushing, explosive burst of flames from all sides wrapped and
united on the summit. For a minute a storm of smoke and flame filled
the heavens with riot. The wild, irresistible, cyclonic rush of fiery
wind carried scores of tree-limbs and many blazing treetops hundreds
of feet above the summit. Fire and sparks were hurled explosively
outward, and a number of blazing treetops rushed off in gale-currents.
One of these blazing tops dropped, a destructive torch, in a forest
more than a mile distant from the summit!
Mountain Lakes
Mountain Lakes
High up in the Rocky Mountains are lakes which shine as brightly as
dewdrops in a garden. These mountains are a vast hanging garden in
which flowers and waterfalls, forests and lakes, slopes and terraces,
group and mingle in lovely grandeur. Hundreds of these lakes and tarns
rest in this broken topography. Though most of them are small, they
vary in size from one acre to two thousand acres. Scores of these
lakes have not been named. They form a harmonious part of the
architecture of the mountains. Their basins were patiently fashioned
by the Ice King. Of the thousand or more lakes in the Colorado
mountains only a few are not glacial. The overwhelming majority rest
in basins that were gouged and worn in solid rock by glaciers. John
Muir says that Nature used the delicate snowflake for a tool with
which to fashion lake-basins and to sculpture the mountains. He also
says: "Every lake in the Sierra is a glacier lake. Their basins were
not merely remodeled and scoured out by this mighty agent, but in the
first place were eroded from the solid." The Rocky Mountain lakes are
set deep in cañons, mounted on terraces, and strung like uncut gems
along alpine streams. The boulders in many of their basins are as
clean and new as though just left by the constructive ice.
These lakes are scattered through the high mountains of Colorado, the
greater number lying between the altitudes of ten thousand and twelve
thousand feet. Few were formed above the altitude of twelve thousand,
and most of those below ten thousand now are great flowerpots and hold
a flower-illumined meadow or a grove. Timber-line divides this
lake-belt into two nearly equal parts. Many are small tarns with rocky
and utterly wild surroundings. Circular, elliptical, and long, narrow
forms predominate. Some lie upon a narrow terrace along the base of a
precipice. Many are great circular wells at the bottom of a fall;
others are long and narrow, filling cañons from wall to wall.
[Illustration: CRYSTAL LAKE, A TYPICAL GLACIER LAKE]
Glaciers the world over have been the chief makers of lake-basins,
large and small. These basins were formed in darkness, and hundreds
and even thousands of years may have been required for the ice to
carve and set the gems whose presence now adds so much to the light
and beauty of the rugged mountain-ranges. The ponderous glaciers or
ice rivers in descending from the mountain-summits came down steep
slopes or precipitous walls and bore irresistibly against the bottom.
The vast weight of these embankments of ice moving almost end-on,
mixed with boulders, tore and wore excavations into the solid rock at
the bottom of each high, steep descent.
Nature's ways are interestingly complicated. Both the number and the
location of many of these glacier lakes are due in part to the
prevailing direction of the wind during the last glacial epoch. This
is especially true of those in the Snowy Range of the Rocky Mountains,
which fronts the Great Plains. The majority of the lakes in this range
are situated on its eastern slope. Westerly winds undoubtedly
prevailed on these mountains during the depositing of the snows which
formed and maintained the glaciers that excavated these lake-basins.
As a result, much of the snow which fell on the summit and its
westerly slope was swept across and deposited on the eastern slope,
thus producing on the eastern side deeper ice, more glaciers, and more
appreciable erosion from the glaciers. The eastern summit of this
range is precipitous and is deeply cut by numerous ice-worn cirques
which extend at right angles to the trend of this range. These cirques
frequently lie close together, separated by a thin precipitous wall,
or ridge. On the westerly side of the range the upper slopes descend
into the lowlands through slopes and ridges rounded and but little
broken. Over these it is possible to ride a horse to the summit, while
foot travel and careful climbing over precipitous rocky walls is in
most places required to gain the summit from the east.
Westerly winds still blow strongly, sometimes for weeks, and the
present scanty snowfall is largely swept from the western slopes and
deposited on the eastern side. So far as I know, all the remaining
glaciers in the front ranges are on the eastern slope. The Arapahoe,
Sprague, Hallett, and Andrews Glaciers and the one on Long's Peak are
on the eastern slope. They are but the stubs or remnants of large
glaciers, and their presence is due in part to the deep, cool cirques
cut out by the former ice-flows, and in part to the snows swept to
them by prevailing westerly winds.
Though these lakes vary in shape and size, and though each is set in a
different topography, many have a number of like features and are
surrounded with somewhat similar verdure. A typical lake is elliptical
and about one fifth of a mile long; its altitude about ten thousand
feet; its waters clear and cold. A few huge rock-points or boulders
thrust through its surface near the outlet. A part of its circling
shore is of clean granite whose lines proclaim the former presence of
the Ice King. Extending from one shore is a dense, dark forest. One
stretch of low-lying shore is parklike and grassy, flower-crowded, and
dotted here and there with a plume of spruce or fir. By the outlet is
a filled-in portion of the lake covered with sedge and willow.
In summer, magpies, woodpeckers, nuthatches, and chickadees live in
the bordering woods. In the willows the white-crowned sparrow builds.
By the outlet or in the cascades above or below is the ever-cheerful
water-ouzel. The solitaire nesting near often flies across the lake,
filling the air with eager and melodious song. Along the shore,
gentians, columbines, paintbrushes, larkspur, and blue mertensia often
lean over the edge and give the water-margin the beauty of their
reflected colors.
These lakes above the limits of tree-growth do not appear desolate,
even though stern peaks rise far above. The bits of flowery meadow or
moorland lying close or stretching away, the songful streams arriving
or departing, soften their coldness and give a welcome to their
rock-bound, crag-piled shores. Mountain sheep are often visitors. They
come to drink, or to feed and play in the sedgy meadow near by.
Ptarmigan have their homes here, and all around them nest many birds
from the southland.
Into these lakes swift waters run, and here the snowy cataract leaps
in glory. From the overshadowing cliffs, flattened and lacy streams
flutter down. During the summer there is the ever-flowing harmony, the
endless animation, of falling water; and in winter there is the silent
and architectural symphony of the frozen waterfall. Many lakes during
summer are partly edged with inthrusting snow and ice piles; from time
to time fragments of these piles break away and become miniature
icebergs in these small arctic seas.
Although filled with the purest and clearest water, from a distant
height they often appear to contain a brilliant heavy liquid. Under
different lights and from different points of view they are emerald,
opal, inky black, violet, indigo-blue, and sea-green. I have
approached one from a high distant point, and as I descended and
waveringly advanced, the lake took on a number of deep colors, each
melting like a passing shadow from one into the other. Occasionally,
too, it almost vanished in dull gray or flashed up in molten silver.
The colors shown were as vivid as if made of the brilliant fire of
the northern lights. All these changing colors played on the lake,
while the surrounding peaks towered in cold and silent desolation,
changeless except when occasionally swept with the filmy bluish
shadows of the clouds.
Below the timber-line these lakes are more appealing, and many in the
midst of groves and meadows help to form delightful wild parks. Others
are hidden away in black forests; tall, crowding firs and spruces rise
from their edges and hide them completely, even when one is only a
yard or two from their shores. I camped for a week within a stone's
throw of one of these forest-embowered gems without suspecting its
presence. Returning to camp one evening from an encircling ramble, I
was startled by stepping into a lake-edge. For a moment I was puzzled.
Instinctively I felt that my camp was about the width of the lake
ahead of me. Although I felt certain of my bearings, my mental
processes were such that I was unwilling to trust this strange lake.
Instead of walking around its poetic shore, I lashed two water-soaked
logs together with willows and on this rude raft made my way directly
across. My camp was within fifty feet of the place where I landed.
Elements of peculiar attractiveness are combined in the lakes that are
situated along the timber-line. Some have a treeless mountain or a
rugged snow-piled peak rising boldly behind, and an acre or so of
meadow between one shore and the forest. A segment of wind-distorted
trees, a few enormous rock domes, a fine pile of boulders, and a strip
of willow with clumps of spruces and firs combine to give a charming
border.
Among the best known of these Colorado lakes are Grand, Trapper's,
Bierstadt, Trout, San Cristoval, Chicago, Thunder, Silver, Moraine,
and Twin Lakes. Grand Lake, probably the largest, is about three miles
long by one mile wide. Its basin appears to be largely due to a
morainal dam. The San Cristoval basin appears to have been formed by a
mud stream which blockaded a mountain valley. The lakes of the Long's
Peak region are my favorites. These are numerous and show a variety of
forms. Grand Lake and a few others lie to the west; Thunder Lake,
Ouzel Lake, and a dozen others are in Wild Basin to the south; Odessa,
Bierstadt, and the score of lakes in Loch Vale and Glacier Gorge are
to the north. All are within ten miles of the summit of this peak.
These lakes and their splendid mountain setting will in time give
scenic fame to the region.
The alpine lakes in the mountains of the West are but little known to
travelers. Many Western people appreciate the beauty of the Swiss and
Italian lakes but do not even know of the existence of the shining
lakes in their own mountains. But the unexcelled beauty and grandeur
of these lakes, their scenic surroundings, and the happy climate in
which they repose will in due time give them fame and bring countless
travelers to their shores.
[Illustration: TRAPPER'S LAKE]
In exploring the mountains I have often camped on a lake-shore. These
camps were conveniently situated for the exploration of neighboring
slopes and the valley below; or for making excursions to the more
rugged scenes,--the moraines, snow-fields, cirques, and peaks
above. Many an evening after a day with the moraines and the
forests, or with the eagles and the crags, I have gone down to one of
these ideal camping-places. Here through the night my fire blazed and
faded in the edge of a meadow before a templed cluster of spruces on a
rocky rim above the lake.
Many times camp was so situated that splendid sunsets or the lingering
pink and silver afterglow were at their best behind a broken sky-line
ridge. My camp-fire was reflected in the lake, which often sparkled as
if enamel-filled with stars. Across one corner lay softly the inverted
Milky Way. Shooting stars passed like white rockets through the silent
waters. The moon came up big and yellow from behind a crag and in the
lake became a disc of gold. Many a night the cliffs repeated the
restlessness of the wind-shaken water until the sun quieted all with
light. During the calm nights there were hours of almost unbroken
silence, though at times and faintly a far-off waterfall could be
heard, the bark of a fox sounded across the lake, or the weird and
merry cries of the coyote were echoed and reëchoed around the shore.
More often the white-crowned sparrow sang hopefully in the night.
Morning usually was preceded by a horizon of red and rose and gold.
Often, too, vague sheep and deer along the farther shore were slowly
developed into reality by the morning light. From all around birds
came to bathe and drink, and meet in morning song service.
Occasionally I remained in camp almost motionless from early morning
until the stars of evening filled the lake, enjoying the comings and
goings and social gatherings of the wilderness folk.
These lakes, if frozen during calm times, have ice of exceeding
clearness and smoothness. In early winter this reflects peak, cloud,
and sky with astonishing faithfulness. In walking across on this ice
when the reflective condition was at its best, I have marveled at my
reflection, or that of Scotch, my dog, walking on what appeared to be
the surface of the water. The lakes above timber-line are frozen over
about nine months of the year, some of them even longer. Avalanches
of snow often pile upon them, burying them deeply.
Gravity and water are filling with débris and sediment these basins
which the glaciers dug. Many lakes have long since faded from the
landscape. The earthy surface as it emerges above the water is in time
overspread with a carpet of plushy sedge or grass, a tangle of willow,
a grove of aspen, or a forest of pine or spruce. The rapidity of this
filling is dependent on a number of things,--the situation of the
lake, the stability of the watershed, its relation to forests, slopes,
meadows, and other lakes, which may intercept a part of the
down-coming sediment or wreckage. This filling material may be
deposited evenly over the bottom, the lake steadily becoming
shallower, though maintaining its original size, with its edge clean
until the last; or it may be heaped at one end or piled along one
side. In some lakes the entering stream builds a slowly extending
delta, which in time gains the surface and extends over the entire
basin. In other lakes a side stream may form an expanding dry delta
which the grass, willows or aspens eagerly follow outward and cover
long before water is displaced from the remainder of the lake's
rock-bound shores. With many, the lower end of the basin, shallow from
the first, is filled with sediment and changed to meadow, while the
deep upper end lies almost unchanged in its rock basin. Now and then a
plunging landslide forms an island, on which the spruces and firs make
haste to wave triumphant plumes. Lake Agnes on the northern slope of
Mt. Richthofen was formed with a rounded dome of glaciated rock
remaining near the centre. This lake is being filled by the slow
inflow of a "rock stream."
Landslides, large and small, often plunge into these lakes. One of the
largest rock avalanches that I ever saw made one wild leap into Chasm
Lake and buried itself. This was about the middle of June. This
glacier lake is on the eastern side of Long's Peak and is in a most
utterly wild place. The lake was still covered with thick ice, and on
the ice the snow lay deep. But spring was melting and loosening things
in the alpine heights. As I stood on a talus slope above the outlet
of the lake, an echoing on the opposite cliffs told me that a
rock-slide was coming down. Almost instantly there was the ripping
whizz of falling stone. A huge stone struck and pierced twenty feet of
snow and more than four feet of ice, which covered the lake. At the
same instant there came sounds of riot from above. More stones were
coming down. The crash of their striking, repeated and reëchoed by
surrounding cliffs and steeps, made an uproarious crashing as though
the top of Long's Peak had collapsed. It was an avalanche of several
thousand tons off the slope of Mt. Washington.
This avalanche was formed of a quantity of broken granite sufficient
to load a number of freight-trains. It smashed through the icy cover
of the lake. The effect was like a terrific explosion. Enormous
fragments of ice were thrown into the air and hurled afar. Great
masses of water burst explosively upward, as if the entire filling of
water had been blown out or had leaped out of its basin. The cliffs
opposite were deluged. The confused wind-current which this created
shredded and separated much of the water into spray, dashing and
blowing it about. I was thoroughly drenched. For half a minute this
spray whirled so thickly that it was almost smothering.
Water and ice are incessantly at work tearing down the heights. Water
undermines by washing away the softer parts and by leaching. Every
winter ice thrusts its expansive wedge into each opening. Places are
so shattered by this explosive action that thousands of gallons of
water are admitted. This collects in openings, and the following
winter the freezing and forcing continues. During the winter the
irresistible expansion of freezing water thus pushes the rocks and
widens the openings with a force that is slow but powerful. Winter by
winter rocks are moved; summer by summer the water helps enlarge the
opening. Years or centuries go by, and at last during a rainy time or
in the spring thaw a mass slips away or falls over. This may amount to
only a few pounds, or it may be a cliff or even a mountain-side.
The long ice-ages of the earth appear to have their sway, go, and
return. These alternate with long climatic periods made up of the
short winters and the other changing seasons such as we know. The
glacier lake is slowly created, but an avalanche may blot it out the
day after it is completed. Other lakes more favorably situated may
live on for thousands of years. But every one must eventually pass
away. These lakes come into existence, have a period of youth,
maturity, and declining years; then they are gone forever. They are
covered over with verdure--covered with beauty--and forgotten.
A Mountain Pony
A Mountain Pony
Our stage in the San Juan Mountains had just gained the top of the
grade when an alert, riderless pony trotted into view on a near-by
ridge. Saddled and bridled, she was returning home down a zigzag trail
after carrying a rider to a mine up the mountain-side. One look at
this trim, spirited "return horse" from across a narrow gorge, and she
disappeared behind a cliff.
A moment later she rounded a point of rocks and came down into the
road on a gallop. The stage met her in a narrow place. Indifferent to
the wild gorge below, she paused unflinchingly on the rim as the
brushing stage dashed by. She was a beautiful bay pony.
"That is Cricket, the wisest return horse in these hills," declared
the stage-driver, who proceeded to tell of her triumphant adventures
as he drove on into Silverton. When I went to hire Cricket, her owner
said that I might use her as long as I desired, and proudly declared
that if she was turned loose anywhere within thirty miles she would
promptly come home or die. A trip into the mountains beyond Telluride
was my plan.
A "return horse" is one that will go home at once when set free by the
rider, even though the way be through miles of trailless mountains. He
is a natural result of the topography of the San Juan Mountains and
the geographic conditions therein. Many of the mines in this region
are situated a thousand feet or so up the precipitous slopes above the
valleys. The railroads, the towns, society, are down in the
cañons,--so near and yet so far,--and the only outlet to the big world
is through the cañon. Miners are willing to walk down from the
boarding-house at the mine; but not many will make the vigorous
effort, nor give the three to four hours required, to climb back up
the mountain. Perhaps some one wants to go to a camp on the opposite
side of the mountain. As there is no tunnel through, he rides a return
horse to the summit, turns the horse loose, then walks down the
opposite side. The return horse, by coming back undirected, meets a
peculiar transportation condition in a satisfactory manner.
The liverymen of Silverton, Ouray, and Telluride keep the San Juan
section supplied with these trained ponies. With kind treatment and
experience the horses learn to meet emergencies without hesitation.
Storm, fallen trees, a landslide, or drifted snow may block the
way--they will find a new one and come home.
The local unwritten law is that these horses are let out at the
owner's risk. If killed or stolen, as sometimes happens, the owner
is the loser. However, there is another unwritten law which places
the catching or riding of these horses in the category of
horse-stealing,--a serious matter in the West.
I rode Cricket from Silverton to Ouray, and on the way we became
intimately acquainted. I talked to her, asked questions, scratched the
back of her head, examined her feet, and occasionally found something
for her to eat. I walked up the steeper stretches, and before evening
she followed me like a dog, even when I traveled out of the trail.
For the night she was placed in a livery-barn in Ouray. Before going
to bed I went out and patted and talked to her for several minutes.
She turned to watch me go, and gave a pleasant little whinny as the
barn-door closed.
Telluride and Ouray are separated by a mountain that rises four
thousand feet above their altitude. By trail they are twelve miles
apart; by railroad, forty miles. Many people go by trail from one to
the other, usually riding to the summit, one half the distance, where
the horse is set free, and walking the rest of the way.
When Cricket and I set out from Ouray, we followed the road to the
Camp Bird Mine. We met horses returning with empty saddles, each
having that morning carried a rider from Ouray to the mine. Three of
these horses were abreast, trotting merrily, sociably along, now and
then giving a pleasant nip at one another.
[Illustration: CRICKET AT THE SUMMIT OF THE PASS]
We stopped at the Camp Bird Mine, and while in the office I overheard
a telephone inquiry concerning a return horse, Hesperus, who had
been sent with a rider to the summit and was more than an hour
overdue. Half a mile above the mine we met Hesperus coming
deliberately down. He was not loafing, but was hampered by a loose
shoe. When he reached the Camp Bird barn he stopped, evidently to have
the shoe removed. As soon as this was done, he set off on a swinging
trot down the trail.
As Cricket and I went forward, I occasionally gave her attention, such
as taking off her saddle and rubbing her back. These attentions she
enjoyed. I walked up the steep places, an act that was plainly to her
satisfaction. Sometimes I talked to her as if she were a child, always
speaking in a quiet, conversational manner, and in a merry
make-believe way, pretending that she understood me. And doubtless she
did, for tone is a universal language.
At the summit Cricket met some old friends. One pony had been ridden
by a careless man who had neglected to fasten the bridle-reins around
the saddle-horn,--as every rider is expected to do when he starts the
pony homeward. This failure resulted in the pony's entangling a foot
in the bridle-rein. When I tried to relieve him there was some lively
dodging before he would stand still enough for me to right matters.
Another pony was eating grass by walking in the bottom of a narrow
gully and feeding off the banks. Commonly these horses are back on
time. If they fail to return, or are late, there is usually a good
reason for it.
The trail crossed the pass at an altitude of thirteen thousand feet.
From this point magnificent scenes spread away on every hand. Here we
lingered to enjoy the view and to watch the antics of the return
ponies. Two of them, just released, were rolling vigorously, despite
their saddles. This rolling enabled me to understand the importance of
every liveryman's caution to strangers, "Be sure to tighten the
saddle-cinches before you let the pony go." A loose cinch has more
than once caught the shoe of a rolling horse and resulted in the
death of the animal. A number of riderless ponies who were
returning to Telluride accompanied Cricket and me down the winding,
scene-commanding road into this picturesque mining town.
I spent a few days about Telluride riding Cricket up to a number of
mines, taking photographs on the way. Whenever we arrived at an
exceptionally steep pitch, either in ascending or in descending,
Cricket invited me to get off and walk. Unbidden she would stop. After
standing for a few seconds, if I made no move to get off, she turned
for a look at me; then if I failed to understand, she laid back her
ears and pretended to bite at my feet.
One day we paused on a point to look down at a steep trail far below.
A man was climbing up. A riderless pony was trotting down. Just as
they met, the man made a dash to catch the pony. It swerved and struck
with both fore feet. He dodged and made another bold, swift grab for
the bridle-rein, but narrowly missed. He staggered, and, before he
could recover, the pony wheeled and kicked him headlong. Without
looking back, the pony trotted on down the trail as though nothing had
happened. For a moment the man lay stunned, then, slowly rising, he
went limping up the slope.
A well-meaning tenderfoot, that afternoon in Telluride, saw a
riderless pony and concluded that he had broken loose. After lively
work he cornered the pony in an alley and caught it. The owner
appeared just as the stranger was tying the pony to a hitching-post. A
crowd gathered as the owner, laughing heartily, dragged the stranger
into a saloon. I leaped off Cricket and went into the saloon after
them. To the astonishment of every one Cricket also walked in.
We left Telluride one sunny October morning with a sleeping-bag and a
few supplies. I had made plans to have a few days for the study of
forest conditions around Lizard Head and Mt. Wilson. In the
neighborhood of Ophir Loop, the first night out, the moonlight on the
mountains was so enchanting that I rode on until nearly morning.
Cricket and I were chummy. The following afternoon, while waiting for
sunset over Trout Lake, I lay down for a sleep on the grass in a
sun-filled opening surrounded by clumps of tall spruces. Trusting
Cricket to stay near, I threw her bridle-rein over her head to the
ground and thus set her free. In the sunny, dry air I quickly fell
asleep. An hour later, a snorting explosion on the top of my head
awakened me. Though I was somewhat startled, the situation was
anything but alarming. Cricket was lying beside me. Apparently, while
dozing, she had dropped her head against mine, and had snorted while
her nostrils were against my ear.
We wandered far from the trail, and, after a few perfect days in the
mountain heights, big clouds came in and snow fell thickly all night
long. By morning it was nearly two feet deep, and before noon several
snow-slides were heard. Being a good rustler, Cricket had all the
morning been pawing into the snow, where she obtained a few mouthfuls
of snowy grass. But she must be taken where she could get enough to
eat.
After thirty-six hours of storm we started down a cañon out of the
snowy wilderness under a blue sky. No air stirred. The bright sun cast
purple shadows of the pines and spruces upon the clean white snow.
After a few hours we came to a blockade. The cañon was filled with an
enormous mass of snow. A snow-slide had run in from a side gulch. We
managed to get into the upper edge of this snow, where it was thin and
not compressed.
Cricket fought her way through in the most matter-of-fact manner,
notwithstanding her head and neck were all that showed above the snow.
As these return horses are often caught out in deep drifts, it is
important that they be good "snow horses." She slowly forced her way
forward, sometimes pawing to make an opening and again rearing and
striking forward with both fore feet. From time to time she paused to
breathe, occasionally eating a mouthful of snow while she rested. All
the time I talked encouragingly to her, saying, "Of course you can
make it!" "Once more!"
When more than halfway through the snow-slide mass, one of the
saddle-cinches caught on the snag of a fallen log and held her fast.
Her violent efforts were in vain. Wallowing my way along the rocks
several yards above, I descended to her side, cut both saddle-cinches,
threw the saddle and the sleeping-bag off her back, and removed the
bridle. Cricket was thus left a naked horse in the snow.
When after two hours she had made her way out, I went for the saddle
and sleeping-bag. As it was impossible to carry them, I attached the
bridle to them and wallowed my way forward, dragging them after me.
Meantime Cricket was impatiently waiting for me and occasionally gave
an encouraging hurry-up neigh.
When I had almost reached her, a mass of snow, a tiny slide from a
shelving rock, plunged down, sweeping the saddle and the bag down into
the cañon and nearly smothering me. As it was almost night, I made no
attempt to recover them. Without saddle or bridle, I mounted Cricket
and went on until dark. We spent the night at the foot of an
overhanging cliff, where we were safe from slides. Here we managed to
keep warm by a camp-fire. Cricket browsed aspen twigs for supper. I
had nothing. A number of slides were heard during the night, but none
were near us.
At daylight we again pushed forward. The snow became thinner as we
advanced. Near Ophir Loop, we passed over the pathway of a slide where
the ground had been swept bare. Having long been vigilant with eyes
and ears for slides, while on this slide-swept stretch, I ceased to be
alert. Fortunately Cricket's vigilance did not cease. Suddenly she
wheeled, and, with a quickness that almost took her from beneath me,
she made a frantic retreat, as a slide with thunderous roar shot down
into the cañon. So narrowly did it miss us that we were heavily
splashed with snow-fragments and almost smothered by the thick,
prolonged whirl of snow-dust. Cricket's vigilance had saved my life.
The masses of snow, stones, and broken timber brought down by this
slide blockaded the cañon from wall to wall. These walls were too
steep to be climbed, and, after trying until dark to make a way
through the wreckage, we had to give it up.
We spent a cold night alongside a cliff. Cricket and I each ate a few
willow twigs. The night was of refined clearness, and from time to
time I moved away from the pungent camp-fire smoke to look at the
myriads of stars that pierced with icy points the purple sky.
[Illustration: LOOKING EASTWARD FROM LIZARD HEAD]
The clear morning brought no solution of my problem of getting Cricket
through. I could not abandon her. While she was trying to find
something to eat, I made my way up a side gulch, endeavoring to find a
way for her to the summit. From the top we could get down beyond the
slide blockade. After a time a way was found that was impossible for
her at only one point. This point was a narrow gulch in the summit. I
climbed along a narrow ledge, swept bare by the slide, then turned
into a rocky gulch which came in from the side. I was within fifteen
feet of success. But this was the width of a rocky gulch. Beyond this
it would be comparatively easy to descend on the other side of the
slide wreckage and land in the road to Telluride.
But how was Cricket to get to the other side of this gorge? Along the
right I made my way through great piles of fallen fire-killed timber.
In places this wreckage lay several logs deep. I thought to find a way
through the four or five hundred feet of timber-wreckage. Careful
examination showed that with much lifting and numerous detours there
was a way through this except at four places, at which the logs that
blocked the way were so heavy that they could not be moved. Without
tools the only way to attack this confusion of log-masses was with
fire. In a short time the first of these piles was ablaze. As I
stepped back to rub my smoke-filled eyes, a neigh came echoing to me
from the side cañon below.
Cricket had become lonesome and was trying to follow me. Reared in the
mountains, she was accustomed to making her way through extremely
rugged places, over rocks and fallen trees. Going to the rim of the
cañon, I looked down upon her. There she stood on a smoothly glaciated
point, a splendid statue of alertness. When I called to her she
responded with a whinny and at once started to climb up toward me.
Coaching her up the steep places and along narrow ledges, I got her at
last to the burning log obstruction. Here several minutes of wrestling
with burning log-ends opened a way for her.
The two or three other masses were more formidable than the first one.
The logs were so large that a day or more of burning and heavy lifting
would be required to break through them. More than two days and nights
of hard work had been passed without food, and I must hold out until a
way could be fought through these other heavy timber-heaps. Cricket,
apparently not caring to be left behind again, came close to me and
eagerly watched my every move. To hasten the fire, armfuls of small
limbs were gathered for it. As limbs were plentiful on the other side
of the gorge, I went across on a large fallen log for a supply,
shuffling the snow off with my feet as I crossed. To my astonishment
Cricket came trotting across the slippery log after me! She had been
raised with fallen timber and had walked logs before. As she cleared
the edge, I threw my arms around her neck and leaped upon her back.
Without saddle, bridle, or guiding, she took me merrily down the
mountain-side into the wagon-road beyond the snow-slide blockade. At
midnight we were in Telluride.
The Grizzly Bear
The Grizzly Bear
One day in North Park, Colorado, I came on the carcass of a cow that
wolves had recently killed. Knowing that bears were about, I climbed
into the substantial top of a stocky pine near by, hoping that one
would come to feast. A grizzly came at sundown.
The carcass lay in a grassy opening surrounded by willow-clumps,
grassy spaces, and a sprinkling of low-growing, round-topped pines.
When about one hundred feet from the carcass, the bear stopped.
Standing erect, with his fore paws hanging loosely, he looked,
listened, and carefully examined the air with his nose. As the air was
not stirring, I felt that he had not, and probably would not, scent me
in the treetop perch.
After scouting for a minute or two with all his keen senses, he
dropped on all fours and slowly, without a sound, advanced toward the
carcass. He circled as he advanced; and, when within thirty feet of
the waiting feast, he redoubled his precautions against surprise and
ambush. My scent by the carcass probably had nothing to do with these
precautions. A grizzly is ever on guard and in places of possible
ambush is extremely cautious. He is not a coward; but he does not
propose to blunder into trouble.
Slipping cautiously to the edge of a thick willow-clump, he suddenly
flung himself into it with a fearful roar, then instantly leaped out
on the other side. Evidently he planned to start something if there
was anything to start.
Standing fully erect, tense at every point, he waited a moment in
ferocious attitude, ready to charge anything that might plunge from
the willows; but nothing started. After a brief pause he charged,
roaring, through another willow-clump. It was a satisfaction to know
that the tree-limb on which I sat was substantial. That a grizzly bear
cannot climb a tree is a fact in natural history which gave me immense
satisfaction. Every willow-clump near the carcass was charged, with a
roar.
Not finding an enemy, he at last went to the carcass. After feasting
for a few minutes he rose and snarled. Then, sniffing along my trail a
few yards, he stopped to mutter a few growling threats and returned to
the feast.
After eating contentedly and to his satisfaction, he moved round the
carcass, raking and scraping grass and trash on it. Then, pausing for
a minute or two in apparently peaceful contemplation, he doubled back
on the trail over which he had come and faded into the twilight.
Alertness and brain-power are characteristics of the grizzly bear. He
is eternally vigilant. He has the genius for taking pains. He is
watchful even in seclusion; and when he is traveling his amazingly
developed senses appear never to rest, but are constantly on scout and
sentinel duty,--except on rare occasions when he is temporarily
hypnotized by curiosity. I believe his intelligence to be greater than
that of the dog, the horse, or the elephant. Apparently he assumes
that some one is ever stealthily in pursuit.
In repeatedly following the grizzly with photographic intentions I was
almost invariably outwitted. On one occasion I followed one almost
constantly for eight days and nights; and though many times I almost
had him, yet I never succeeded. Now and then he climbed a rocky crag
to look about; or he doubled back a short distance on his trail to
some point of vantage, where he rose on his hind legs, sniffed the
air, looked and listened. At other times he turned at right angles to
his general course, went a short distance to a point favorable for
seeing, hearing, or smelling his possible pursuer, and there remained
for a few minutes. If all seemed well, he commonly returned to his
trail and again went forward.
Usually he traveled in the face of the wind; commonly he promptly
changed his course if the wind changed. In crossing a grassy opening
in the woods he sometimes went boldly across; but on the farther side,
concealed by the trees, he waited to see whether a pursuer appeared
across the opening. Sometimes he went round an opening to the right or
to the left. Apparently there lay a plan behind his every move.
The third day he was well started diagonally down the wall of a cañon.
I naturally concluded that he would on this course descend to the
bottom and there continue down-stream. Instead of doing this, he
stopped at a point about midway down for a long stay. Then from this
place he pointed his nose up-stream and descended diagonally to the
bottom of the cañon. At the bottom he again made an acute angle to
ascend to the top of the opposite wall.
The last three days of this pursuit he knew that I was following him,
but there seemed to be no change in his tactics. He simply moved a
little more rapidly. Though well acquainted with grizzly habits, I was
unable to anticipate his next important move, and he defeated every
plan I put into operation.
For several years an outlaw or cattle-killing grizzly terrorized an
extensive cattle-grazing section in the mountains of Utah. For months
at a stretch he killed a cow or steer at least every other day. He
would make a kill one day and on the next would appear across the
mountains, forty or more miles away.
Organized expeditions, made up of from thirty to fifty men, with packs
of dogs, pursued him day and night for a week or longer; but each time
he escaped. Large rewards were offered for his capture. Old trappers
and hunters came from afar, but after weeks of trial gave up the
pursuit.
The grizzly has a well-developed bump of curiosity. This sometimes
betrays him into forgetfulness. On a few occasions I have come on
one--and twice one unwittingly came close to me--while he was intent
on solving something that had awakened that curiosity.
Once, while watching a forest fire, I climbed a mountain to a point
above the tree-line in order to reach a safe and commanding spot from
which to view the flames on a near-by slope. At the summit I came upon
a grizzly within a few yards of me. He was squatting on his haunches
like a dog, and was intently watching the fire-fount below. A deep
roar at one place, high-leaping flames at another, a vast smoke-cloud
at another,--each in turn caught his attention. None of his keen
senses warned him of my presence, though I stood near him for two or
three minutes. When I yelled at him he slowly turned his head and
stared at me in a half-dazed manner. Then he angrily showed his teeth
for a second or two, and finally--much to my relief--fled like a
frightened rabbit.
On another occasion I saw a grizzly on the opposite side of a narrow
cañon, with his fore paws on a boulder, watching with the greatest
interest the actions of a fisherman on the bank of the stream below.
Every cast of the fly was followed by the head of the bear. The
pulling-up of a trout caused him almost excited interest. For some
minutes he concentrated all his faculties on the fisherman; but
suddenly, with no apparent reason that I could discern, he came to his
senses and broke away in a most frightened manner, apparently
condemning himself for briefly relapsing into dullness.
Two pet grizzlies that I raised always showed marked curiosity. An
unusual sound near by or a glimpse of some distant object brought them
to tiptoe height, roused their complete attention, and held it until
the mystery was solved.
The grizzly is not ferocious. On the contrary, he uses his wits to
keep far away from man. He will not make a wanton attack. He will
fight in self-defense; or if surprised, and thinking himself cornered,
he at once becomes the aggressor. If a mother grizzly feels that her
cubs are in danger, she will face any danger for their defense; but
the grizzly does not fight unless he thinks a fight cannot be avoided.
He is a masterful fighter. He has strength, endurance, powerful jaws,
deadly claws, courage, and brains. Before the white man and the
repeating rifle came, he boldly wandered over his domain as absolute
master; there was nothing to fear,--not a single aggressive foe
existed. I doubt whether toward man the grizzly was ever ferociously
aggressive.
That he has changed on account of contact with the white man and the
repeating rifle there can be no doubt. Formerly the rightful monarch
of the wilds through capability, he roamed freely about, indifferent
as to where he went or whether he was seen. He feared no foe and knew
no master. The bow and arrow, and the spear, he held in contempt; for
the powerful repeating rifle he has a profound respect. He has been
wise to adjust himself to this influential factor of environment or
evolutionary force. He has thus become less inquisitive and
aggressive, and more retiring and wary. He has learned to keep out of
sight and out of man's way.
A grizzly acts so promptly in emergencies that he has often been
misunderstood. He fights because he thinks he has to, not because he
wants to.
On one occasion in Wyoming I was running down a mountain-side, leaping
fallen fire-killed timber. In the midst of this I surprised a grizzly
by landing within a few feet of him. He leaped to his feet and struck
at me with sufficient force to have almost cut me in two had the blow
landed. Then he instantly fled.
On other occasions I have seen grizzlies surprised, when, though not
cornered, they thought they were and instantly commenced a fierce and
effective fight. Dogs, horses, and men were charged in rapid
succession and either knocked down or put to flight; yet in these
fights he was not the aggressor. He does not belong to the criminal
class.
Almost every one is interested in bears; children, the tenderfeet, and
Westerners are always glad to have a good bear story. Countless
thousands of bear stories have been written,--and generally written by
people unacquainted with the character of grizzly bears. Most of these
stories are founded on one or another of three fundamental errors. One
of these is that the grizzly has a bad temper,--"as cross as a bear"
is an exceedingly common expression; another is that bears are
ferocious, watchful, and aggressive, always ready to make an attack or
to do wanton killing; and the third is that it is almost impossible to
kill him. After a desperate fight--in the story--the grizzly at last
succumbs, but not, as a rule, until his body is numerously perforated
or changed into a lead mine. As a matter of fact, a shot in the brain,
in the upper part of the heart, or properly placed in the spine
instantly ends the life of a grizzly. Most hunters when facing a
grizzly do not shoot accurately.
One day I saw three men fire from twelve to sixteen shots at a small
grizzly bear on a mountain-side only a short distance away. That
evening these men sincerely asserted that he must have weighed at
least a ton--when he probably did not weigh more than five hundred
pounds--and that though they shot him full of lead, he refused to die.
I doubt whether a single one of their shots hit the grizzly. Most of
the shots went wild, and some of them hit a rocky cliff about two
hundred yards distant and fifty or sixty feet higher than the bear. At
another time I saw a hunter kill four huge grizzly bears with just
four successive shots. Of course he knew the vital point at which to
aim, was a good shot, and had perfect self-control during the few
seconds of shooting.
As a rule, the grizzly does not kill cattle or big game. There were
buffalo-killing grizzlies, and an occasional one now kills cattle.
These killers commonly slay right and left, often killing a dozen head
in a short time, but they do not often kill big game. I have a number
of times seen elk, deer, and mountain sheep feeding near a grizzly
without showing the slightest concern.
The grizzly is an omnivorous feeder. He will eat anything that is
edible,--fresh meat or carrion, bark, grass, grasshoppers, ants,
fruit, grubs, and leaves. He is fond of honey and with it will consume
rotten wood, trash, and bees,--stings and all. He is a destroyer of
many pests that afflict man, and in the realm of economic biology
should be rated high for work in this connection. I doubt whether any
dozen cats, hawks, or owls annually catch as many mice as he. But in
some localities the grizzly is almost a vegetarian. In western Montana
and in the southern Selkirks of Canada he lives almost exclusively on
plants and plant-roots, together with berries and bark.
All grizzlies are fond of fish and in some sections they become
successful fishermen. Sometimes they capture fish by wading along a
brook, and catching, with claws or teeth, the fish that conceal
themselves beneath banks or roots. Commonly the bear makes a stand in
driftwood on a bank, or on a log that has fallen into or across a
stream. From this stand he knocks fish entirely out of the water with
a lightning-like stroke of his paw. The bears that range along the
water-sheds of the Columbia and its tributaries feed largely on fish,
mostly salmon.
I saw a grizzly make a stand in the ripple of an Idaho stream, where
he was partly concealed by a willow-clump. In about half an hour he
knocked five large salmon out of the water. With a single stroke of
his fore paw each fish was flung on the shore, fifteen or twenty feet
away. He made only one miss. These salmon weighed between five and
twenty pounds each.
One autumn day, along the timber-line in the Rocky Mountains, wild
folk were feeding on the last of the season's berries. Birds were
present in such numbers that it appeared like a cosmopolitan bird
picnic. There were flocks of grouse and robins, numerous jays and
camp-birds; and noisiest and liveliest of all were the Clarke crows. I
watched the scene from the top of a tall spruce. This annual autumn
feast is common to both bears and birds. In this region, and in the
heights above, the bears sometimes fatten themselves before retiring
for their long winter's sleep.
While I was up in the tree, out of the woods below a mother grizzly
and her two cubs ambled into an opening and made their way slowly up
the slope toward me. Mother Grizzly stopped near my tree to dig out
some mice. Just after this operation she evidently caught a faint
scent of me and instantly stood on tiptoe, all concentration.
Motionless as a statue, she looked, listened, and gathered information
with her nostrils; but just one whiff of danger was all that came to
her through the calm air.
Presently she relaxed and stood for a moment on all fours before
moving on. One of the cubs concluded to suckle. Either this violated
an ancient grizzly custom or else it was something that in the face of
danger was too thoughtless to be excused; at all events the mother
knocked the cub headlong with a side swing of her left fore paw. He
landed heavily some yards away and tumbled heels over head. The
instant he rolled on his feet he sniffed the earth eagerly, as though
a remarkable discovery had been made; and immediately he started to
dig rapidly with his fore paws, as if some good thing were buried just
beneath. He may have been only pretending, however. Without uncovering
a thing, he presently raced forward to overtake Mother Grizzly.
The hibernating habits of the grizzly are not completely understood.
The custom probably originated, as did the hibernation of other
animals, from the scarcity of food. In a long acquaintance with the
grizzly my study of his hibernation has brought scanty returns, though
all that I have actually seen has been of the greatest interest.
The grizzly hibernates each winter,--"dens up" from three to four
months. The length of time is determined apparently by latitude and
altitude, by the snow-fall, weather conditions,--whether severe or
mild,--and the length of the winter; and perhaps, also, by the
peculiarities or the condition of the individual animal. Commonly he
hibernates in high altitudes, many going to sleep near or above the
timber-line.
The place where he hibernates preferably is a natural cave or a large
opening beneath rocks. If completely sheltered in a cave, he is
commonly satisfied to lie on bare rocks, with nothing over him. In
other places, where the snow might come in contact with him, he
commonly crawls beneath a huge pile of trash, leaves, sticks, and
roots. Snow had drifted deeply over each hibernating-place I have
found.
That his winter-sleep is more or less restless is shown in the spring
by his hairless hips and sides, the hair having been worn off during
the winter. This probably is due to frequent turnings from side to
side.
He is generally fat when he turns in for his winter's sleep; but
usually he does not eat anything for a few days before going in. On
the few occasions on which I was able to keep track of a bear for
several days before he went to sleep he did not eat a single thing
during the four or five days that immediately preceded retiring. I
have examined a number of grizzlies that were killed while
hibernating, and in every instance the stomach and intestines were
entirely empty and clean. These facts lead me to think that bears do
not eat just before hibernating.
Nor do they at once eat heartily on emerging. The instances in which I
was able to watch them for the first few days after they emerged from
winter quarters showed each time almost a fast. Those observed ate
only a few ounces of food during the four or five days immediately
after emerging. Each drank a little water. The first thing each ate
was a few willow-twigs. Apparently they do not eat heartily until a
number of days elapse.
On one occasion I carefully watched a grizzly for six days after he
emerged from his hibernating-cave. His winter quarters were at
timber-line on Battle Mountain, at an altitude of nearly twelve
thousand feet. The winter had been of average temperature but scanty
snow-fall. I saw him, by chance, just as he was emerging. It was the
first day of March. I watched him with a field-glass. He walked about
aimlessly for an hour or more, then returned to his sleeping-place
without eating or drinking anything.
The following morning he came forth and wandered about until
afternoon; then he broke his fast with a mouthful of willow-twigs.
Soon after eating these he took a drink of water. After this he walked
leisurely about until nearly sundown, then made himself a nest at the
foot of a cliff in the woods. Here he remained until late the
following afternoon, apparently sleeping. Just before sundown he
walked out a short distance, smelled of a number of things, licked the
snow a few times, and then returned to his nest.
The next morning he went early for a drink of water and ate more
willow-twigs. In the afternoon of this day he came on a dead
bird,--apparently a junco,--which he ate. Another drink, and he lay
down at the foot of a tree for the night. The next morning he drank
freely of water, surprised a rabbit, which he entirely devoured, and
then lay down and probably slept until noon the following day. On this
day he found a dead grouse, and toward evening he caught another
rabbit.
The following day he started off with more spirit than on any of the
preceding ones. Evidently he was hungry, and he covered more distance
that day than in all those preceding. He caught another rabbit,
apparently picked up three or four dead birds, and captured a mouse or
two.
Grizzlies are born about midwinter, while the mother is in the
hibernating-cave. The number at birth is commonly two, though
sometimes there is only one, and occasionally there are as many as
four. The period between births is usually two years. Generally the
young bears run with their mother a year and sleep in the cave with
her the winter after their birth.
At the time of birth the grizzly is a small, blind, almost hairless,
ugly little fellow, about the size of a chipmunk. Rarely does he weigh
more than one pound! During the first two months he grows but little.
When the mother emerges from the cave the cubs are often no larger
than cottontail rabbits; but from the time of emergence their
appetites increase and their development is very rapid.
They are exceedingly bright and playful youngsters. I have never seen
a collie that learned so easily or took training so readily as
grizzly bear cubs. My experience, however, is confined to five cubs.
The loyalty of a dog to his master is in every respect equaled by the
loyalty of a grizzly cub to his master. A grizzly, young or old, is an
exceedingly sensitive animal. He is what may be called high-strung. He
does unto you as you do unto him. If you are invariably kind, gentle,
and playful, he always responds in the same manner; but tease him, and
he resents it. Punish him or treat him unfairly, and he will become
permanently cross and even cruel.
Grizzly bears show great variations in color. Two grizzlies of a like
shade are not common, unless they are aged ones that have become
grizzled and whitish. Among their colors are almost jet black, dark
brown, buff, cinnamon, gray, whitish, cream, and golden yellow. I have
no way of accounting for the irregularity of color. This variation
commonly shows in the same litter of cubs; in fact it is the exception
and not the rule for cubs of the same litter to be of one color. In
the Bitter Root Mountains, Montana, I saw four cubs and their mother
all five of which were of different colors.
The color of the grizzly has been and still is the source of much
confusion among hunters and others who think all grizzlies are
grayish. Other names besides grizzly are frequently used in
descriptions of this animal. Such names as silver-tip, baldface,
cinnamon, and range bear are quite common. Within the bounds of the
United States there are just two kinds of bears,--the grizzly and the
black; these, of course, show a number of local variations, and five
subspecies, or races, of the grizzly are recognized. Formerly he
ranged over all the western part of North America.
The great Alaskan bears are closely allied to the grizzly, but the
grizzly that is found in the United States is smaller than most people
imagine. Though a few have been killed that weighed a thousand pounds
or a trifle more, the majority of grizzlies weigh less than seven
hundred pounds. Most of the grizzly's movements appear lumbering and
awkward; but, despite appearances, the grizzly is a swift runner. He
is agile, strikes like lightning with his fore paws, and, when
fighting in close quarters, is anything but slow. The life of a
grizzly appears to be from fifteen to forty years.
In only a few localities is there any close season to protect him.
Outside the National Parks and a few game preserves he is without
refuge from the hunter throughout the year. It is not surprising that
over the greater portion of his old territory he rarely is seen. He
is, indeed, rapidly verging on extermination. The lion and the tiger
are often rapacious, cruel, sneaking, bloodthirsty, and cowardly, and
it may be better for other wild folk if they are exterminated; but the
grizzly deserves a better fate. He is an animal of high type; and for
strength, mentality, alertness, prowess, superiority, and sheer force
of character he is the king of the wilderness. It is unfortunate that
the Fates have conspired to end the reign of this royal monarch. How
dull will be the forest primeval without the grizzly bear! Much of the
spell of the wilderness will be gone.
Bringing Back the Forest
Bringing back the Forest
During the last fifty years repeated fires have swept through Western
forests and destroyed vast quantities of timber. As a result of these
fires, most species of trees in the West have lost large areas of
their territory. There is one species of tree, however, that has, by
the very means of these fires, enormously extended its holdings and
gained much of the area lost by the others. This species is the
lodge-pole pine.
My introduction to this intrepid tree took place in the mountains of
Colorado. One day, while watching a forest fire, I paused in the midst
of the new desolation to watch the behavior of the flames. Only a few
hours before, the fire had stripped and killed the half-blackened
trees around me. All the twigs were burned off the tree beneath which
I stood, but the larger limbs remained; and to each of these a score
or more of blackened cones stuck closely. Knowing but little of trees
and being interested in the fire, I paid no attention to these cones
until a number of thin, brownish bits, like insects' wings, came
fluttering and eddying easily down from the treetop.
The ashes and the earth around me were still warm, and the air was
misty with smoke. Near by, a tall snag and some fallen logs smoked and
blazed by turns. Again, a number of these tissue bits came fluttering
and whirling lightly down out of the fire-killed treetop. Watching
carefully, I saw brown tissue bits, one after another, silently climb
out of a blackened cone and make a merry one-winged flight for the
earth. An examination of these brown bits showed that they were the
fertile seeds of the lodge-pole pine. With heroic and inspiring
pioneer spirit, this indomitable tree was sowing seeds, beginning the
work of reconstruction while its fire-ruined empire still smoked.
It is the first tree to be up and doing after destructive flames sweep
by. Hoarded seeds by the million are often set free by fire, and most
of these reach the earth within a few hours or a few days after the
fiery whirlwind has passed by. Being winged and exceedingly light,
thousands are sometimes blown for miles. It would thus appear that the
millions of lodge-pole seeds released by fire begin under most
favorable conditions. Falling as they do, upon earth cleaned for their
reception, there is little or no competition and but few enemies. The
fire has banished most of the injurious animals, consumed competitors
and their seeds, and prepared an ashen, mineralized seed-bed; not a
leaf shades it, and altogether it is an ideal place for the lodge-pole
seed and seedlings.
It seems extraordinary that fire, the archenemy of the lodge-pole
pine, should so largely contribute to the forest extension of this
tree. It is not only one of the most inflammable of trees but it is
easily killed by fire. Despite these weaknesses, such are the
remarkable characteristics of this species that an increase in the
number of forest fires in the West will enable this tree to extend its
holdings; on the other hand, a complete cessation of fires would, in
time, almost eliminate it from the forest!
The lodge-pole pine (_Pinus contorta_, var. _Murrayana_) lives an
adventurous frontier life, and of the six hundred kinds of North
American trees no other has so many pioneer characteristics. This
species strikingly exhibits some of the necessary requisites in trees
that extend or maintain the forest-frontier. The characteristics which
so largely contribute to its success and enable it to succeed through
the agency of fire are its seed-hoarding habit and the ability of its
seedling to thrive best in recently fire-cleaned earth, in the full
glare of the sun. Most coniferous seedlings cannot stand full
sunlight, but must have either completely or partly shaded places for
the first few years of their lives.
Trees grow from seed, sprouts, or cuttings. Hence, in order to grow or
to bring back a forest, it is necessary to get seeds, sprouts, or
cuttings upon the ground. The pitch pine of New Jersey and the redwood
of California, whether felled by fire or by axe, will sprout from root
or stump. So, too, will the aspen, chestnut, cherry, cottonwood, elm,
most of the oaks, and many other kinds of trees. The extensive areas
in New Brunswick and Maine that were cleared by the fires of 1825 were
in large part at once regrown with aspen, most of which sprouted from
the roots of burned aspens. Willow is easily propagated from a short
section of the root, trunk, or limb. These sections may be broken from
the tree by accident, be carried miles down-stream, lodge on shore or
shoal, and there take root and grow. Beaver dams made of willow poles
are commonly overgrown in a short time with willow. Several years ago
a tornado wrecked hundreds of willows along a Kansas stream. Each
willow was broken into scores of pieces, which were carried and
dropped along the track of the tornado. Countless numbers of them were
stuck into the earth. Several thousand willow trees were thus
successfully planted by this violent wind.
Seeds are the chief means by which the forest is extended or produced.
They are sown by wind and gravity, by water, by birds and beasts. I
have dwelt at length upon the romance of seed-scattering in "The Spell
of the Rockies," in the chapter concerning "The Fate of a Tree Seed."
Each species of tree has its own way of scattering its seeds. Once
upon the earth, they and the seedlings that may spring from them have
peculiar limitations and special advantages. In some cases--as, for
instance, with most willows and poplars--these seeds must in an
extremely short time find a place and germinate or they perish; the
seeds of few trees will stand exposure for two years and still be
fertile.
It is only a question of a few years until seeds are carried to every
treeless locality. They may journey down-stream or across lakes on a
log, fly with birds across mountain-ranges, ride by easy stages
clinging to the fur of animals, or be blown in storms across deserts;
but these adventurous seeds may find grass in possession of the
locality and so thickly sodded that for a century or longer they may
try in vain to establish a forest.
Commonly wind-blown seeds are first upon the ground and the most
numerous. Though it is of advantage to be the first upon the ground,
it is of immense importance that the seed which falls in an opening
produce a seedling which thrives in the sun-glare,--which grows
without shade. The seedlings of our great oaks and most strong and
long-lived trees cannot thrive unless shielded from the sun, sheltered
from the wind, and protected from the sudden temperature-changes which
so often afflict openings. While these maintain the forest areas, they
extend it but little. Only a small number of trees have the peculiar
frontier characteristics. Young trees which cannot live in the sun are
called tolerant,--they tolerate shade and need it. Species which
conquer sunny territory are called intolerant,--they cannot stand
shade and need sunlight. It will thus be seen that the acquirement of
treeless territory by any species of tree demands not only that the
tree get its seeds upon the earth in that territory, but also that the
seeds, once there, have the ability to survive in the sunlight and
endure the sudden changes of the shelterless opening. Most species of
oaks, elms, firs, and spruces require shade during their first few
years, and though they steadfastly defend possessions, they can do
but little toward winning new territory. On the other hand, aspens,
willows, gray birch, cottonwood, old-field pine, and lodge-pole pine
produce seedlings that glory in the sunlight and seek to gain more
territory,--to push forward the forest-frontier.
Again and again the forest has been swept away by fire; but again and
again a few aggressive species have retaken speedily the lost
territory. In this pioneer reclamation the aspen and the lodge-pole
are leaders. The aspen follows the water-courses, running along the
muddy places, while the lodge-pole occupies the dry and rocky slope of
the burned area. Seen from a distance the aspen groves suggest bright
ribbons and pockets on the sombre cloak with which lodge-pole drapes
the mountain. And even beneath the trees the contrast between the
methods of these two agents of reforestation is marked. The lodge-pole
pine is all for business. Its forest floor is swept clean and remains
uncarpeted. The aspen groves, on the other hand, seem like the haunts
of little women. Here the floor has a carpet of grass gay with
columbines, sweet peas, and wild roses. While the aspens and the
lodge-poles are still young they begin to shelter the less hardy
coniferous seedlings. But sooner or later both the aspens and the
lodge-poles themselves are smothered by their nurslings. They then
surrender their areas to forest trees that will live to be many times
their age.
But that species which is preëminently successful in bringing back the
forest to a burned-over area is the lodge-pole pine. It produces seeds
each year and commonly hoards them for many years. Its seeds are
light, winged, and easily carried by the wind. As they are frequently
released by fire, they are sown at the most opportune time, scattered
in profusion, and, in windy weather, transported long distances.
Commonly lodge-pole pine holds on to, or hoards, a percentage of the
seeds it bears; that is to say, these seeds remain in the cone, and
the cone remains on the tree. In some situations it begins to bear at
eight years of age, and in most localities by the time it is twelve.
Year after year the cones, with their fertile seeds safely enclosed,
are borne and cling to the tree. Some of these cones remain unopened
from three to nine years. A small percentage of them do not open and
distribute their seeds until they have been on the tree from twelve to
twenty years, and many of the cones cling to the tree through life.
Under favorable conditions the lodge-pole is a rapidly growing
conifer. In a forty-five-year growth near my home, the varied light
and soil conditions were so spotted that in a small area marked
differences in growth were shown. A few clusters were vigorous, and
the trees showed an average diameter of six inches and a height of
thirty-four feet. From this the size dropped, and in one group the
individuals were less than one inch in diameter and scarcely tall
enough to be used as a cane; yet all were forty-five years old.
The lodge-pole is not long-lived. The oldest one I ever measured grew
upon the slope of Long's Peak. It was three hundred and forty-six
years of age, measured twenty-nine inches in diameter, and stood
eighty-four feet high. A study of its annual rings showed that at the
age of two hundred it was only eleven inches in diameter, with a
height of sixty-nine feet. Evidently it had lived two centuries in an
overcrowded district. The soil and moisture conditions were good, and
apparently in its two hundred and second year a forest fire brought it
advantages by sweeping away its crowding, retarding competitors. Its
annual ring two hundred and two bore a big fire-scar, and after this
age it grew with a marked increase of rapidity over the rate of
previous years. A mature lodge-pole of average size and age measures
about eighteen inches in diameter and stands sixty feet high, with an
age of between one hundred and twenty-five and one hundred and
seventy-five years.
The clinging habit of the cones of the lodge-pole pine in rare cases
causes numbers of them to be caught by the expanding tissues, held,
and finally overgrown and completely buried up in the tree like a
knot. Commonly the first crop of cones is the one caught. These are
usually stuck a few inches apart in two vertical opposite rows along
the slender trunk. Each knob-like cone is held closely against the
trunk by a short, strong stem.
I have a ten-foot plank from the heart of a large tree which shows
twenty-eight imbedded cones. The biography of this tree, which its
scroll of annual rings pictured in the abstract, is of interest. The
imbedded cones grew upon the sapling before it was thirty years old
and when it was less than twenty-five feet high. They appeared upon
the slender trunk before it was an inch in diameter. Twenty-six annual
wood-rings formed around them and covered them from sight as
completely as the seeds the cone-scales clasped and concealed. The
year of this completed covering, as the annual rings showed, was 1790.
Then the tree was sixty-six years of age; it came into existence in
1724, and apparently, from the forest-history of the place, in the
pathway of a fire. This lodge-pole lived on through one hundred and
eighty-two years. In the spring of 1906 a woodsman cut it down. A few
weeks later two-inch planks were sliced from the log of this tree
in a sawmill. The fourth cut split the pith of the tree, and the
startled sawyer beheld a number of imbedded cones stuck along and
around the pith, the heart of this aged pine. These cones and the
numerous seeds which they contained were approximately one hundred and
fifty years old. I planted two dozen of the seeds, and three of these
were fertile and sprouted.
[Illustration: OVERGROWN CONES IN THE HEART OF A LODGE-POLE PINE
(Showing also the cones as borne on the twigs and an early stage of
the overgrowing process)]
Old trees may carry hundreds or even thousands of seed-filled cones.
Once I counted 14,137 of these on the arms of one veteran lodge-pole.
If we allow but twenty seeds to the cone, this tree alone held a good
seed-reserve. Commonly a forest fire does not consume the tree it
kills. With a lodge-pole it usually burns off the twigs and the
foliage, leaving many of the cones unconsumed. The cones are excellent
fire-resisters, and their seeds usually escape injury, even though the
cones be charred. The heat, however, melts the resinous sealing-wax
that holds the cone-scales closed. I have known the heat of a forest
fire to be so intense as to break the seals on cones that were more
than one hundred feet beyond the side line of the fire.
In most cases the seedlings spring up on a burned-over area the year
following the fire. Often they stand as thickly as grain in the field.
Under favorable conditions as many as one hundred and fifty thousand
will appear upon an acre, and a stand of fifty thousand to the acre is
not uncommon. Starting in a close, even growth, they usually suppress
for years all other species of trees and most other plants. Their
growth is mostly upward--about the only direction possible for
expansion--with moderate rapidity. In a few years they are tall but
exceedingly slender, and they become poles in from twenty-five to
fifty years. The trappers named this tree lodge-pole because of its
common use by the Indians for lodge, or tepee, poles.
In overcrowded stands, especially those in which groups or individual
trees have slight advantages over their neighbors, a heavy percentage
of the growth may die annually for the want of nutrition. If equal
opportunities prevail in a crowded tract, all will grow slowly until
some have an advantage; these will then grow more rapidly, and shade
and suppress neighboring competitors.
The lodge-pole does good work in developing places that are
inhospitable to other and longer-lived trees, but it gives way after
preparing for the coming and the triumph of other species. By the time
lodge-poles are sixty years of age their self-thinning has made
openings in their crowded ranks. In these openings the shade-enduring
seedlings of other species make a start. Years go by, and these
seedlings become great trees that overtop the circle of lodge-poles
around them. From this time forward the lodge-pole is suppressed, and
ultimately its fire-acquired territory is completely surrendered to
other species. It holds fire-gained areas from seventy-five to one
hundred and fifty years. It is often supplanted by Douglas or
Engelmann spruce. Let fire sweep these, and back comes the lodge-pole
pine.
Though it distances all competitors in taking possession of
fire-cleared territory, it is less successful than its fellows in
entering a territory already occupied by other trees or by grass,
because its seedlings cannot endure shade, and its seeds will not
germinate or take root except they be brought directly into contact
with clean mineral soil. The lodge-pole, therefore, needs the
assistance of fire both to acquire and to hold territory. Increase the
number of forest fires, and the lodge-pole extends its holdings; if we
could stop fires altogether, the lodge-pole would become almost
extinct.
The lodge-pole has an astonishing altitudinal as well as latitudinal
range. Scattered pretty well over the mountain region of the western
United States, thence northward along the coast over much of the
head-waters of the Yukon in Alaska, it occupies an enormous area. Over
this it adapts itself with marked success to a variety of soil,
moisture, and climatic conditions, and covers ragged tracts from warm
sea-beaches to dry, cold mountain slopes eleven thousand feet above
the sea. In many places it surrenders the traditional pole form of its
race and wins success by becoming thick-barked, stocky, and
limb-covered from top to bottom.
Mountain Parks
Mountain Parks
The grassy park openings within the mountain forests are among the
great charms of the outdoor world. These are as varied in their forms
as clouds, delightfully irregular of outline. Their ragged-edged
border of forest, with its grassy bays and peninsulas of trees, is a
delight. Numbers are bordered by a lake or a crag, and many are
crossed by brooks and decorated with scattered trees and tree-clumps.
Others extend across swelling moraines. All are formed on Nature's
free and flowing lines, have the charms of the irregular, and are
model parks which many landscape gardeners have tried in vain to
imitate. They vary in size from a mere grass-plot to a wide prairie
within the forest.
"Park" is the name given to most of these openings, be they large or
small. There are many of these scattered through the Rocky Mountains.
North, South, and Middle Parks of Colorado are among the largest.
These larger ones are simply meadows on a magnificent scale. Each is
an extensive prairie of irregular outline surrounded by high
forest-draped mountains with snowy peaks,--an inter-mountain plain
broken by grassy hills and forested ridges. Here a mountain peninsula
thrusts out into the lowland, and there a grassy bay extends a few
miles back into the forested mountains. Samuel Bowles, in the
"Springfield Republican," gave the following description of Middle
Park while it was still primeval: "Above us the mountain peaks go up
sharp with snow and rock, and shut in our view; but below and beyond
through wide and thick forests lies Middle Park, a varied picture of
plain and hill, with snowy peaks beyond and around.... It offers as
much of varied and sublime beauty in mountain scenery as any so
comparatively easy a trip within our experience possibly can.... A
short ride brought us into miles of clear prairie, with grass one to
two feet high, and hearty streams struggling to be first into the
Pacific Ocean. This was the Middle Park, and we had a long twenty-five
miles ride northerly through it that day. It was not monotonous by
any means. Frequent ranges of hills break the prairie; the latter
changes from rich bottom lands with heavy grass, to light, cold
gravelly uplands, thin with bunch grass and sage brush; sluggish
streams and quick streams alternate; belts of hardy pines and
tender-looking aspens (cottonwood) lie along the crests or sides of
the hills; farther away are higher hills fully wooded, and still
beyond the range that bounds the Park and circles it with eternal
snows."
[Illustration: A MOUNTAIN PARK IN THE SAN JUAN MOUNTAINS]
During one of his early exploring expeditions, John C. Frémont visited
North Park and wrote of it as follows: "The valley narrowed as we
ascended and presently degenerated into a gorge, through which the
river passed as through a gate--a beautiful circular valley of thirty
miles in diameter, walled in all around with snowy mountains, rich
with water and with grass, fringed with pine on the mountain sides
below the snow line and a paradise to all grazing animals. We
continued our way among the waters of the park over the foothills of
the bordering mountains."
Hayden Valley in the Yellowstone National Park is another large grassy
opening in a mountain forest. This valley apparently was once a vast
arm of Yellowstone Lake.
Estes Park, in Colorado, is one of the most attractive as well as the
best known of the mountain parks. Although much smaller than Middle or
South Park, it is much larger than hundreds of the other beautiful
mountain parks. The Estes Park region embraces about one hundred
square miles, though only one third of this is open. The approximate
altitude of the ragged lowland park is a trifle less than eight
thousand feet. This is entirely surrounded by high mountains which
uphold a number of rocky, snowy peaks. In 1875 Dr. F. V. Hayden,
father of the Yellowstone Park, wrote of this region: "Within the
district treated we will scarcely be able to find a region so
favorably distinguished as that presented by Estes Park. Not only has
nature amply supplied this valley with features of rare beauty and
surroundings of admirable grandeur, but it has thus distributed them
that the eye of an artist may rest with perfect satisfaction on the
complete picture presented." Erosion and glacial action have given
this region its form, while fire made the beautiful opening or park
within a forest.
The majority of parks or meadow gardens which decorate the forests of
the Rocky Mountains probably owe their existence to fire. Trees and
grass are endlessly contending for the possession of the earth. In
this incessant silent struggle a sweeping fire is generally of
advantage to the grass. Trees suffer more from fire than does grass.
It is probable that repeated fires enable the grass to hold the plains
and prairies against the encroachments of the trees. Each forest fire
commonly gives the grass possession of a part of the area formerly
dominated by the forest. Usually both grass and trees are prompt to
seize any fire-cleared area. The grass may be first to come, or some
space may be wet or in some other way unfavorable to tree seed but
encouraging to grass seed.
While forest fires bring many of these parks, others are glacier
meadows, lake-basins which time has filled with sediment and sodded
with grass. Many are due to the presence of water, either
outspreading surface water or an excess of underground water just
beneath the surface,--to streams visible or invisible. A few result
from boggy places which result from impaired drainage caused by
landslips or fallen trees. Thousands were made by beaver dams,--are
old beaver ponds that filled with sediment and then grassed over.
Most parks that owe their origin to forest fires have charcoal beneath
the surface. A little digging commonly reveals charred logs or roots.
Occasionally, too, a blackened tree-snag stands suggestively in these
treeless gardens. In the competition for this territory, in which
grass, spruces, aspens, and kinnikinick compete, grass was successful.
Just what conditions may have been favorable to grass cannot be told,
though probably one point was the abundance of moisture. Possibly the
fire destroyed all near-by seed trees, or trees not destroyed may not
have borne seed until the year following the fire. Anyway, grass often
seizes and covers fire-cleared areas so thickly and so continuously
with sod that tree seeds find no opening, and grass thus holds
possession for decades, and, in favorable places, possibly for a
century.
Trees grow up around these areas and in due time the grassy park is
surrounded by a forest. The trees along the edge of this park extend
long limbs out into it. These limbs shade and kill the grass beneath.
Tree seeds sprout where the grass is killed, and these seedlings in
turn produce trees with long limbs reaching into the park. These shade
and smother more grass and thus advance the forest another limb's
length. Slowly but surely the park is diminished.
Struggling trees may sometimes obtain a place in advance of the others
or a start in the centre of the park, and thus hasten the death of the
park and speed the triumph of the trees. A mere incident may shorten
the life of a park. A grizzly bear that I followed one day, paused on
a dry point in a park to dig out some mice. In reaching these he
discovered a chipmunk burrow. By the time he had secured all these he
had torn up several square yards of sod. In this fresh earth the
surrounding trees sowed triumphant seeds, from which a cluster of
spruces expanded and went out to meet the surrounding advancing
forest. Fighting deer sometimes cut the sod and thus allow a few tree
seeds to assert themselves. Wind may blow down a tall tree which lands
in the edge of the park. Along its full length grows a line of
invading forest. Occasionally the earth piled out by a gopher, or by a
coyote in digging out a gopher, offers an opportunity that is seized
by a tree seed. An ant-hill in a meadow may afford a footing for
invading tree seeds. On one occasion a cliff tumbled and a huge
rock-fragment bounded far into the sloping meadow. Trees sprang up in
each place where the rock tore the sod and also around where it came
to rest in the grass.
These breaks in the sod made by animals or other agencies do not
always give triumph to the trees. Seedlings may eagerly start in these
openings, but, being isolated, they are in greater danger, perhaps,
than seedlings in the forest. Rabbits may nibble them, woodchucks
devour, or insects overrun them. The surrounding grass may smother
them and reclaim the temporarily lost opening.
But, though only one tree may grow, this in due time shades the grass,
a circle of young trees rise around it, and these in turn carry
forward the work of winning territory. At last the park is overgrown
with trees!
Glacier meadows may be seen in all stages of evolution. The lake-basin
gouged by a glacier goes through many changes before it is covered by
a forest and forgotten. No sooner does ice vanish and a glacier lake
appear than its filling-in is commenced. Landslips and snow-slides
thrust boulders and cliff-fragments into it; running water is
constantly depositing sand and sediment upon its bottom. Sedge and
moss commence covering its surface as soon as its water becomes
shallow. In due time it becomes a bog with a thick covering like a wet
mattress, composed of the matted roots of sedge and grass. Over this,
wind and water deposit earthy matter, but centuries may pass before
the bog is filled in sufficiently to have a dry surface and produce
grass and flowers and finally trees.
Once while strolling through a forested flat in central Colorado, I
concluded from the topography of the country that it must formerly
have been a glacier lake. I procured tools and sank a shaft into the
earth between the spruces. At a depth of two feet was a gravelly
soil-deposit, and beneath this a matting of willow roots and sedge
roots and stalks. These rested in a kind of turf at water-level,
beneath which were boulders, while under these was bed-rock. Numerous
romantic changes time had made here.
Many of these meadows are as level as the surface of a lake. Commonly
the surface is comparatively smooth, even though one edge may be
higher than the other. I measured one meadow that was three thousand
feet long by two hundred and fifty feet wide. Tree-ranks of the
surrounding forest crowded to its very edge. On the north the country
extended away only a foot or two higher than meadow-level. On the
south a mountain rose steeply, and this surface of the meadow was four
feet higher than the one opposite. The up-the-mountain end was about
three feet higher than the end which had been the old outlet of the
lake. The steep south shore had sent down more material than the level
one on the north. In fact, water-level on the north shore, though
concealed by grass, was almost precisely the same as when the waters
of the lake shone from shore to shore. In one corner of the meadow was
an aspen grove. From the mountain-side above, a landslide had come
down. Rains had eroded this area to bed-rock and had torn out a gully
that was several feet wide on the slope below. This washed material
was spread out in a delta-like deposit on the surface of the meadow.
Aspens took possession of this delta.
Glacier meadows are usually longer-lived than other mountain parks. In
favorable places they sometimes endure for centuries. Commonly they
are slowly replaced by the extending forest. The peaty, turfy growth
which covers them is of fine matted roots, almost free of earthy or
mineral matter, and often is a saturated mattress several feet in
thickness. The water-level is usually at the surface, but during an
extremely dry time it may sink several inches or even a few feet. If
fires run during a dry period of this kind, the fire will burn to
water-level. The ashes of this fire, together with the mineral matter
which it concentrates, commonly form a soil-bed which promptly
produces trees. Sometimes, however, grass returns. Thus, while fire
brings forth many meadows in the forest, it sometimes is the end of
one evolved from glacial action. A landslip often plunges a peninsula
of soil out upon a glacial meadow. This is usually captured by trees
in a year or two.
These parks make ideal camping-places,--wild, beautiful, and alluring
in every season. I have enjoyed them when they were white with snow,
mysterious with cloud and mist, romantic with moonlight, and knee-deep
in the floral wealth of June. Often I have burst out upon a sunny
meadow hidden away in the solitude of the forest. As it lies silent in
the sunshine, butterflies with beautifully colored wings circle
lightly above its brilliant masses of flowers. Here bears prowl, deer
feed, and birds assemble in such numbers that the park appears to be
their social centre. In these wild gardens the matchless solitaire is
found. Often he sings from the top of a spruce and accompanies his
song by darting off or upward on happy wings, returning and darting
again, singing all the time as if enchanted.
Among the hundreds of these happy resting-grounds in which I have
camped, one in the San Juan Mountains has left me the most memories. I
came there one evening during a severe gale. The wind roared and
thundered as impressively as breakers on a rock-bound shore. By
midnight the storm ceased, and the tall trees stood as quietly as if
content to rest after their vigorous exercise in the friendly
wrestling-match with the wind. The spruces had become towering folded
flags of fluffy black. After the gale the sky was luminous with
crowding stars. I lingered in the centre of the opening to watch them.
The heavens appeared to be made of many star-filled skies, one behind
the other. The farthest one was very remote, while the closest seemed
strangely near me, just above the tops of the trees.
Many times I have come out of the subdued light of the pathless forest
to enjoy these sunny openings. Often I have stood within them watching
the butterflies circling in the sun or a deer and her fawns feeding
quietly across, and, as I looked, I have listened to the scolding of
the squirrel and the mellow ringing of the woodpecker far away in the
forest. Here I have watched the coming storm, have enjoyed its
presence, and in its breaking have seen the brilliant bow rest its
foundations in front of the trees just across the meadow. Sometimes
the moon showed its soft bow in the edge of the advancing or the
breaking storm.
One evening, before the moon looked into this fairy garden, I watched
a dance of crowding fireflies. They were as thick as snowflakes, but
all vanished when the moonlight turned the park into fairyland. Rare
shadow etchings the tall, short-armed spruces made, as they lay in
light along the eastern border of this moon-filled park. A blue tower
of shadow stretched from a lone spruce in the open to the forest wall
beyond. As the moon rose higher, one of the dead trees in the edge
of the forest appeared to rise out of the darkness and stand to watch
or to serve. Then another rose, and presently two appeared side by
side and edged into the light. They might have been conversing. As the
night advanced, the shadow of the spruces shortened as their shadow
points moved round to the north. As the moon sank behind a mountain,
the dead trees settled back into the darkness, and, just before light
left the park, the two broken trees moved behind a shadow and
vanished. They were scarcely out of sight when the weird cries of a
fox sounded from the farther edge of the woods.
[Illustration: CAPITOL PEAK AND SNOW MASS MOUNTAIN FROM GALENA PARK]
Those who believe in fairies will receive the most from Nature. The
unfenced wilderness is full of wild folk, full of fairy gardens and
homes. With these a careless prowler is rarely welcome. Wasps and bees
early gave me sharp hints on blundering, hurried intrusion, and a
mother grizzly with two cubs by her side also impressed me concerning
this matter. Birds sometimes made me ashamed for breaking in upon
them. I did no shooting, carried only a kodak, and was careful to
avoid rushing from one place to another; but refined wilderness
etiquette was yet to be learned. Usually I felt welcome in the most
secluded place, but one day, having wandered out into the corner of
the meadow, I felt that I was not only an uninvited guest, but a most
unwelcome intruder.
The meadow was a deeply secluded one, such as the fairies would
naturally reserve for themselves. Towering spruces shut it out from
the world. A summer play was surely in progress when I blundered upon
the scene. With my intrusion everything stopped abruptly. Each flower
paused in the midst of its part, the music of the thrush broke off,
the tall spruces scowled stiffly, and the slender, observant young
trees stood unwillingly still. Plainly all were annoyed at my
presence, and all were waiting impatiently for me to be gone. As I
retreated into the woods, a breeze whispered and the spruces made
stately movements. The flowers in the meadow resumed their dance, the
aspen leaves their merry accompaniment, the young trees their graceful
swaying and bowing, and the fairies and bees became as happy as
before.
A camp-fire anywhere in the wilderness appeals strongly to the
imagination. To me it was most captivating in a little mountain
meadow. Even in a circle of friends it may shut out all else, and with
it one may return through "yesterday's seven thousand years." But to
be completely under its spell one must be alone with its changing
flame. Although I have watched the camp-fire all alone in many
scenes,--in the wilderness, at the shore of the sea, at timber-line,
and on the desert in the shadow of the prehistoric cactus,--nowhere
has my imagination been more deeply stirred than it was one night by
my camp-fire in a little mountain meadow. Around were the silent ranks
of trees. Here the world was new and the fire blazed in primeval
scenes. Its strange dance of lights and shadows against the trees
rebuilt for me the past. Once more I felt the hopes and dreads of
savage life. Once more I knew the legends that were told when the
first camp-fire burned.
Drought in Beaver World
Drought in Beaver World
Not until one year of drought did I realize how dependent the beaver
is upon a constant water-supply that is both fresh and ample. A number
of beaver colonies close to my cabin were badly afflicted by this dry
period. I was already making special studies of beaver ways among the
forty-odd beaver colonies that were within a few miles of my mountain
home, and toward the close of this droughty summer I made frequent
rounds among the beaver. By the middle of September I confined these
attentions to five of the colonies that were most affected by low
water. Two were close to each other, but upon separate brooks. The
other three were upon one tumbling streamlet.
Autumn is the busiest time of the year in beaver world. Harvest is
then gathered, the dam is repaired, sometimes the pond is partly
dredged, and the house is made ready for winter,--all before the pond
freezes over. But drought had so afflicted these colonies that in
only one had any of the harvest been gathered. This one I called the
Cascade Colony. It was the uppermost of the three that were dependent
upon this one stream. Among the five colonies that I observed that
autumn, this one had the most desperate and tragic experience.
Toward the close of September the colonists in each of the five
colonies gave most of their attention to the condition of their dam.
Every leak was stopped, and its water face was given a thick covering
of mud, most of which was dredged from the bottom of the pond.
The beaver is intimately associated with water. He is not a landsman,
and only necessity will cause him to go far from the water. The water
in a main beaver pond is usually three or more feet deep, a depth
needed all the year around. Where nature has provided a place of this
kind that is close to his food-supply, the beaver uses it; he will not
trouble to build a dam and form a pond of deep water unless this is
necessary. But deep water he must have; to him it is a daily necessity
in getting a living, moving about the easiest way, and protecting his
life.
Early in October the first colony below the Cascade had to leave the
old home because of the scarcity of water. There were seven or eight
of them, and all went down-stream and joined another colony. From what
I know of the two colonies I judge that this was probably a case of
the old folks being forced to take refuge with their fortunate
children. Apparently they were welcome.
A few days later the lowest of the three colonies on the Cascade
streamlet was also abandoned. Two days before leaving home the beaver
had commenced to harvest aspen for winter food. A few aspens were
standing partly cut; a number untrimmed were lying where they fell;
several had been dragged into the pond. But suddenly the beaver
deserted the place.
The fifteen or sixteen in this colony went down-stream and took
possession of an old and abandoned house and pond. They hastily
repaired the dam and the house, and they had only just begun to gather
supplies for the winter when the pond froze over. In the bottom of
the pond, below the ice, there may have been an abundance of the
tuberous growths of the pond-lily or a supply of intruding willow
roots; both of these the beaver often dig out even while the pond is
frozen over. These beaver in this old pond may have pieced out their
scanty food-supply with these roots and endured until springtime; but
I fear that at best they had a close squeak.
One brook went dry and the beaver folk on it moved up-stream. They
left the dam well repaired, a new house, and a pile of green aspen
cuttings in the pond. They were ready for winter when the
water-failure forced them to find a new home. They scooped out a small
basin by a spring in the top of a moraine, used the material for a
dam, and into the pond thus formed dragged a few aspens and willows. A
winter den was dug in the bank.
The colonists at the other low-water place abandoned their home and
moved three miles down-stream. The tracks in the mud, a few bits of
fur, told too well a story of a tragedy during this enforced journey.
While traveling along the almost dry bed of the stream and at a point
where the water was too shallow to allow them to dive and escape, two,
and probably three, of their number were captured by coyotes. The
survivors found a deep hole in a large channel, and here they
hurriedly accumulated a scanty supply of green aspen. As winter came
on, they dug a burrow in the bank. This had a passageway which opened
into the water about two feet below the surface and close to their
food-supply.
The Cascade colonists held on for the winter. Their pond was deep, and
their careful repair of the dam had enabled them to retain water to
the very top of it. However, beaver cannot long endure water that is
stagnant. This is especially true in winter-time. A beaver house is
almost without ventilation, but its entrance ways are full of water;
the fresh water of the pond appears to absorb impurities from the air
of the house. Apparently stagnant water will not do this. Then, too, a
stagnant pond freezes much more rapidly than the waters of a pond
that are constantly stirred and aerated by the inflow of fresh water.
The Cascade colonists entered the winter with an abundant food-supply
that was stored close to the house. The pond was full of water, but it
was becoming stagnant. The drought continued and no snow fell. This
was another disadvantage to the colony. If a pond is thickly blanketed
with snow, it does not freeze so deeply nor so rapidly as when its
surface is bare. By the middle of October the pond was solidly frozen.
Drought and continued cold weather came and stayed. Christmas week not
a drop of water was flowing from the pond and apparently none was
flowing into it. The ice was clear, and, the day I called, there
appeared to be digging going on in the pond beneath the ice; close to
the dam the water was so roily that I could not see into it.
On the first of February I sounded the ice in a number of places. It
seemed to be frozen solidly to the bottom. This pond was circular in
outline, and the house stood near the centre in about three feet of
water. I climbed up on the house and stood there for some time.
Commonly in the winter an inhabited beaver house gives a scent to the
small amount of air that escapes from the top, and this tells of the
presence of the living beaver inside. But I was unable to detect the
slightest beaver scent in the air. Apparently the water in the pond
was frozen from top to bottom; probably all the beaver had perished,
unless they had managed to dig out, as they sometimes do, by tunneling
beneath the dam into the brook-channel below. Many old beaver ponds
have a subway in the mud of the bottom. One opening is close to the
entrance of the house; the other at a point on shore a few feet or
several yards beyond the edge of the pond. This offers a means of
escape from the pond in case it is frozen to the bottom or if it be
drained. A careful search failed to reveal any tunnel, new or old,
through which these beaver might have escaped.
I determined to know their fate and went to my cabin for an axe and a
shovel. A hole was cut in the ice midway between the beaver house and
the food-pile,--a pile of green aspen cuttings about twelve feet away
from the house. The pond was solidly frozen to the bottom, and the
beaver had all been caught. The entrances to their house were full of
ice. One beaver was found at the food-pile, where he apparently had
been gnawing off a bark-covered stick. One was dead between the
food-pile and the house. The others were dead by the entrance of an
incomplete tunnel beneath the dam, which they apparently had been
digging as a means of escape when death overtook them. One had died
while gnawing at the ice-filled entrance of the house. Inside of the
house were the bodies of two very old beaver and four young ones,
frozen solid.
The death of these little people, one and all, in their home under the
ice, may have come from suffocation, from cold, from starvation, or
from a combination of all these; I do not know. But my observations
made it clear that the drought was at the bottom of it all.
In the Winter Snows
In the Winter Snows
For years I wondered how big game managed to live through the hard
winters. How did they obtain food while the snows lay deep? Two
winters of snowshoeing through the Rocky Mountains as Snow Observer
often brought me in contact with wild game. These wanderings, together
with numerous winter camping-excursions through the woods in other
scenes, gave me many a glimpse of the winter manners and customs of
big wild folk.
One autumn a heavy snow-storm caught me in the mountains of Colorado
without snowshoes. In getting out of this I found it easier to wade
down a shallow unfrozen stream than to wallow through deep snow.
Presently I came upon a herd of deer who were also avoiding the deep
snow by using a water-way. They were traveling along in the river and
occasionally paused to feed off the banks. Out all floundered into
the snow to let me pass. They reëntered the water before I was out of
sight.
A few days later I returned on snowshoes to see how they were faring.
Deep snow had not seriously concerned them. They were in a snow-less
place near the river. During the storm an accumulation of sludgy,
floating snow had formed a temporary dam in the stream, which raised
the water and flooded a near-by flat. Presently the dam went out, and
the water ran off; but the water carried with it some of the snow, and
it had dissolved much of the remainder. In this cleared place the deer
were feeding and loitering.
Wild life easily stands an ordinary storm and usually manages to
survive even a deep, long-lying snow. The ability of big game to
endure storms must in part be due to their acquaintance with every
opportunity afforded by the restricted district in which they live.
Big wild folk do not range afar nor at random, nor do they drift about
like gypsies. Most animals range in a small locality,--spend their
lives in a comparatively small territory. They are familiar with a
small district and thus are able to use it at all times to the best
advantage. They know where to find the earliest grass; where flies are
least troublesome; the route over which to retreat in case of attack;
and where is the best shelter from the storm.
[Illustration: A DEER IN DEEP SNOW, ROCKY MOUNTAIN NATIONAL PARK]
With the coming of a snow-storm big game commonly move to the most
sheltered spot in their district. This may or may not be close to a
food-supply. A usual place of refuge is in a cover or sheltered spot
on a sunny southern slope,--a place, too, in which the snow will first
melt. Immediately after a storm there may often be found a motley
collection of local wild folk in a place of this kind. Bunched, the
big game hope and wait. Unless the snow is extremely deep they become
restless and begin to scatter after two or three days.
There are a number of places in each locality which may offer
temporary, or even permanent, relief to snow-hampered game. These are
open streams, flood-cleared flats, open spots around springs,
wind-cleared places, and openings, large and small, made by
snow-slides. During long-lying deep snows the big game generally use
every local spot or opening of vantage.
In many regions a fall of snow is followed by days of fair weather.
During these days most of the snow melts; often the earth is almost
free of one snow before another fall comes. In places of this kind the
game have periods of ease. But in vast territories the snow comes,
deepens, and lies deep over the earth for weeks. To endure long-lying
deep snows requires special habits or methods. The yarding habit, more
or less intensely developed, is common with sheep, elk, deer, and
moose of all snowy lands.
The careful yarding habit of the moose is an excellent method of
triumphing over deep snow. In early winter, or with the deepening
snow, a moose family proceed to a locality where food is abundant;
here they restrict themselves to a small stamping-ground,--one of a
stone's throw or a few hundred feet radius. Constant tramping and
feeding in this limited area compacts the snow in spaces and in all
the trails so that the animals walk on top of it. Each additional
snow is in turn trampled to sustaining compactness.
At first the low-growing herbage is eaten; but when this is buried,
and the animals are raised up by added snow, they feed upon shrubs;
then on the willow or the birch tops, and sometimes on limbs well up
in the trees, which the platform of deeply accumulated snow enables
them to reach. Commonly moose stay all winter in one yard. Sometimes
the giving-out of the food-supply may drive them forth. Then they try
to reach another yard. But deep snow or wolves may overcome one or all
on the way.
During one snowshoe trip through western Colorado I visited seven
deer-yards. One of these had been attacked by wolves but probably
without result. Apparently five of the others had not as yet been
visited by deadly enemies. The seventh and most interesting yard was
situated in a deep gorge amid rugged mountains. It was long and
narrow, and in it the deer had fed upon withered grass, plant stalks,
and willow twigs. All around the undrifted snow lay deep. The limbless
bases of the spruces were set deep in snow, and their lower limbs
were pulled down and tangled in it. These trees had the appearance of
having been pushed part way up through the snow. In places the cliffs
showed their bare brown sides. Entire spruce groves had been tilted to
sharp angles by the slipping and dragging snow weight on steep places;
among them were tall spruces that appeared like great feathered arrows
that had been shot into snowy steeps. The leafless aspens attractively
displayed their white and greenish-white skin on limbs that were held
just above the snow.
With a curve, the yard shaped itself to the buried stream. It lay
between forested and moderately steep mountains that rose high. In
this primeval winter scene the deer had faced the slow-going snow in
the primitive way. At the upper end of the yard all the snow was
trampled to compactness, and over this animals could walk without
sinking in. Firm, too, were the surfaces of the much looped and oft
trodden trails. The trail nearest to the stream passed beneath a
number of beautiful snow-piled arches. These arches were formed of
outreaching and interlacing arms of parallel growths of willow and
birch clusters. The stream gurgled beneath its storm window of rough
ice.
I rounded the yard and at the lower end I found the carcasses of the
entire herd of deer,--nine in all,--evidently recently killed by a
mountain lion. He had eaten but little of their flesh. Wolves had not
yet discovered this feast, but a number of Rocky Mountain jays were
there. The dark spruces stood waiting! No air stirred. Bright sunlight
and bluish pine shadows rested upon the glazed whiteness of the snow.
The flock of cheerful chickadees feeding through the trees knew no
tragedy.
The winter food of big game consists of dead grass, shrubs, twigs,
buds and bark of trees, moss, and dry plants. At times grass dries or
cures before the frost comes. When thus cured it retains much
nutrition,--is, in fact, unraked hay. If blighted by frost it loses
its flavor and most of its food value.
During summer both elk and deer range high on the mountains. With the
coming of winter they descend to the foothill region, where the elk
collect in large herds, living in yards in case of prolonged deep
snow. Deer roam in small herds. Occasionally a herd of the older elk
will for weeks live in the comparatively deep snow on northern
slopes,--slopes where the snow crusts least. Here they browse off
alder and even aspen bark.
The present congestion of elk in Jackson Hole represents an abnormal
condition brought about by man. The winter feed on which they formerly
lived is devoured by sheep or cattle during the summer; a part of
their former winter range is mowed for hay; they are hampered by
fences. As a result of these conditions many suffer and not a few
starve.
Wolves are now afflicting both wild and tame herds in Jackson Hole.
Apparently the wolves, which formerly were unknown here in winter,
have been drawn thither by the food-supply which weak or dead elk
afford.
The regular winter home of wild sheep is among the peaks above the
limits of tree growth. Unlike elk and deer, the mountain sheep is
found in the heights the year round. He may, both in winter and
summer, make excursions into the lowlands, but during snowy times he
clings to the heights. Here he usually finds a tableland or a ridge
that has been freed of snow by the winds. In these snow-free places he
can feed and loiter and sometimes look down on unfortunate snow-bound
deer and elk.
The bunching habit of big game during periods of extreme cold or deep
snow probably confers many benefits. It discourages the attacks of
carnivorous enemies, and usually renders such attacks ineffective.
Crowding also gives the greatest warmth with the least burning of fat
fuel. The conservation of energy by storm-bound animals is of the
utmost importance. Cold and snow make complicated endurance tests; the
animals must with such handicaps withstand enemies and sometimes live
for days with but little or nothing to eat.
Big game, on occasions, suffer bitterly through a combination of
misfortunes. Something may prevent a herd reaching its best shelter,
and it must then endure the storm in poor quarters; pursuit may
scatter and leave each one stranded alone in a bad place; in such case
each will suffer from lonesomeness, even though it endure the cold and
defy enemies. Most animals, even those that are normally solitary,
appear to want society during emergencies.
A deep snow is sometimes followed by a brief thaw, then by days of
extreme cold. The snow crusts, making it almost impossible for big
game to move, but encouragingly easy for wolves to travel and to
attack. Of course, long periods separate these extremely deadly
combinations. Probably the ordinary loss of big game from wolves and
mountain lions is less than is imagined.
Some years ago an old Ute Indian told me that during a winter of his
boyhood the snow for weeks lay "four ponies deep" over the Rocky
Mountains, and that "most elk die, many ponies die, wolves die, and
Indian nearly die too." A "Great Snow" of this kind is terrible for
wild folk.
Snow and cold sometimes combine to do their worst. The snow covers
everything deeply; then follows an unbroken period of extreme cold;
the Ice King is again enthroned; the snow fiendishly refuses to melt,
and lies for weeks; the endurance of most wild folk becomes exhausted,
and birds, herds, and wolves perish. Similar calamities used
occasionally to afflict our primitive ancestors.
Over the vast Northwest a feature of the climate is the
winter-annihilating Chinook wind. This occasionally saves the people
of the wilds when other relief is impossible. The snowy earth is
quickly transformed by this warm, dry wind. In a few hours conditions
become summer-like. Fortunately, the Chinook often follows a blizzard.
Many a time at the eleventh hour it has dramatically saved the
waiting, suffering birds and rescued the snow-buried and starving folk
of the wilds.
The beaver and the bear are often benefited by the deep snows which
afflict their wild neighbors. During the prolonged hibernating sleep,
the bear does not eat, but he commonly needs a thick snowy blanket to
keep him comfortable. The beaver has his winter stores on the bottom
of the pond beneath the ice. These he reaches from his house by
swimming beneath the ice from the house to the food-pile. If the ice
is not covered by snow, it may, during a cold winter, freeze thickly,
even to the bottom, and thus cause a starving time in the beaver
colony.
Deep snow appears not to trouble the "stupidest animal in the woods,"
the porcupine. A deeper snow is for him a higher platform from which
the bark on the tree may be devoured. Rabbits, too, appear to fare
well during deep snow. This uplift allows them a long feast among the
crowded, bud-fruited bush-tops at which they have so often looked in
vain.
The chipmunk is not concerned with groundhog day. Last summer he
filled his underground granaries with nuts and seeds, and subways
connect his underground winter quarters with these stores. But heavy
snows, with their excess of water, flood him out of winter quarters in
spring earlier than he planned.
One March at the close of a wet snow-fall I went out into a near-by
pine grove to see the squirrels. One descended from a high hole to
the snow and without trouble located and bored down through the snow
to his cone-deposit. With difficulty he climbed up through the heavy
snow with a cone. He did not enjoy floundering through the clinging
snow to the tree-trunk. But at last up he started with a snow-laden
cone, in search of a dry seat on which to eat. After climbing a few
feet he tumbled back into the unpleasant snow. In some manner the wet
snow on the tree-trunk had caused his downfall. With temper peppery he
gathered himself up, and for a moment glared at me as though about to
blame me for his troubles. Then, muttering, he climbed up the tree.
Sometimes the chipmunk, and the squirrel also, indulge in hibernating
periods of sleep despite their ample stores of convenient food.
The ptarmigan is preëminently the bird of the snows; it is the Eskimo
of the bird world. It resides in the land realm of the Farthest North
and also throughout the West upon high mountain-tops. In the heights
it lives above the limits of tree growth, close to snow-drifts that
never melt, and in places above the altitude of twelve thousand feet.
It is a permanent resident of the heights, and apparently only
starvation will drive it to the lowlands. Its winter food consists of
seeds of alpine plants and the buds of dwarf arctic willow. This
willow is matted, dwarfed, and low-growing. When drifted over, the
ptarmigan burrow into the snow and find shelter beneath its flattened
growth. Here they are in reach of willow buds.
Buds are freely eaten by many kinds of birds; they are the staff of
life of the ptarmigan and often of the grouse. They are sought by
rabbits and go in with the browse eaten by big game. Buds of trees and
shrubs are a kind of fruit, a concentrated food, much of the nature of
nuts or tubers.
The cheerful water-ouzel, even during the winter, obtains much of its
food from the bottom of brooks and lakes. The ouzel spends many winter
nights in nooks and niches in the bank between the ice and the water.
This is a strange place, though one comparatively safe and sheltered.
In getting into the water beneath the ice, the ouzel commonly finds
opportunity at the outlet or the inlet of the lake; sometimes through
an opening maintained by spring water. There are usually many
entrances into the waters of a frozen brook,--openings by cascades and
the holes that commonly remain in the ice over swift waters. Excessive
snow or extreme cold may close all entrances and thus exclude the
ouzel from both food and water. Down the mountain or southward the
ouzel then goes.
Woodpeckers and chickadees fare well despite any combination of
extreme cold or deep snow. For the most part their food is the larvæ
or the eggs that are deposited here and there in the tree by hundreds
of kinds of insects and parasites which afflict trees. Nothing except
a heavy sleet appears to make these food-deposits inaccessible.
Most birds spend the winter months in the South. But bad conditions
may cause resident birds and animals to migrate, even in midwinter.
Extremely unfavorable winters in British Columbia will cause many
birds that regularly winter in that country to travel one or two
thousand miles southward into the mountains of Colorado. Among the
species which thus modify their habits are the red crossbill, the
redpoll, the Lapland longspur, and the snowy owl.
After all, there are points in common between the animal life of the
wild and the human life of civilization. Man and the wild animals
alike find their chief occupation in getting food or in keeping out of
danger. Change plays a large part in the life of each, and abnormal
conditions affect them both. Let a great snow come in early winter,
and both will have trouble, and both for a time may find the struggle
for existence severe.
The primitive man slaughtered storm-bound animals, but civilized man
rescues them. A deep snow offers a good opportunity for more intimate
acquaintance with our wild neighbors. And snowy times, too, are good
picture-taking periods. In snowy times, if our wild neighbors already
respect us, tempting food and encouraging hunger will place big, shy,
and awkward country fellows and nervous birds close to the camera and
close to our hearts.
My Chipmunk Callers
My Chipmunk Callers
About a score of chipmunks have their homes in my yard. They are
delightfully tame and will climb upon my head or shoulder, eat nuts
from my hand, or go into my pockets after them. At times three or four
make it lively for me. One day I stooped to give one some peanuts.
While he was standing erect and taking them from my fingers, a strange
dog appeared. At once all the chipmunks in the yard gave a chattering,
scolding alarm-cry and retreated to their holes. The one I was feeding
dashed up into my coat pocket. Standing up with fore paws on the edge
of the pocket, and with head thrust out, he gave the dog a tempestuous
scolding. This same chipmunk often played upon the back of Scotch, my
collie. Occasionally he stood erect on Scotch to sputter out an
alarm-cry and to look around when something aroused his suspicions.
Chipmunks are easily tamed and on short acquaintance will come to eat
from one's hand. Often they come into my cabin for food or for paper
to use for bedding. Occasionally one will sit erect upon my knee or
shoulder, sometimes looking off intently into the yard; at other times
apparently seeing nothing, but wrapped in meditation. More often,
however, they are storing peanuts in their pouches or deliberately
eating a kernel. Rarely is the presence of one agreeable to another,
and when four or five happen to call at the same time, they sometimes
forget their etiquette and I am the centre of a chipmunk scrimmage.
Once five callers came, each stringing in behind another. Just as the
fifth came in the door, there was a dispute among the others and one
started to retreat. Evidently he did not want to go, for he retreated
away from the open door. As number two started in pursuit of him,
number three gave chase to number two. After them started number four,
and the fifth one after all the others. The first one, being closely
pressed and not wanting to leave the room, ran round the centre table,
and in an instant all five were racing single file round the table.
After the first round they became excited and each one went his best.
The circle they were following was not large, and the floor was
smooth. Presently the rear legs of one skidded comically, then the
fore feet of another; and now and then one lost his footing and rolled
entirely over, then arose, looking surprised and foolish, but with a
leap entered the circle and was again at full speed.
[Illustration: ENTERTAINING A CHIPMUNK CALLER]
I enjoy having them about, and spend many a happy hour watching them
or playing with them. They often make a picnic-ground of my porch, and
now and then one lies down to rest upon one of the log seats, where,
outstretched, with head up and one fore paw extended leisurely upon
the log, he looks like a young lion.
Often they climb up and scamper over the roof of my cabin; but most of
their time on the roof is spent in dressing their fur or enjoying
long, warm sun baths. Frequently they mount the roof early in the
morning, even before sunrise. I am sometimes awakened at early dawn by
a chipmunk mob that is having a lively time upon the roof.
In many things they are persistent. Once I closed the hole that one
had made in a place where I did not want it. I filled the hole full of
earth. Inside of two hours it was reopened. Then I pounded it full of
gravel, but this was dug out. I drove a stake into the hole. A new
hole was promptly made alongside the stake. I poured this full of
water. Presently out came a wet and angry chipmunk. This daily
drowning out by water was continued for more than a week before the
chipmunk gave it up and opened a hole about thirty feet distant.
For eight years I kept track of a chipmunk by my cabin. She lived in a
long, crooked underground hole, or tunnel, which must have had a total
length of nearly one hundred feet. It extended in a semicircle and
could be entered at three or four places through holes that opened
upon the surface. Each of these entrance holes was partly concealed in
a clump of grass by a cluster of plants or a shrub.
I have many times examined the underground works of the chipmunk. Some
of these examinations were made by digging, and others I traced as
they were exposed in the making of large irrigation ditches. The earth
which is dug from these tunnels is ejected from one or more holes,
which are closed when the tunnel is completed. Around the entrance
holes there is nothing to indicate or to publish their presence; and
often they are well concealed.
These tunnels are from forty to one hundred feet long, run from two to
four feet beneath the surface, and have two or more entrances. Here
and there is a niche or pocket in the side of the tunnel. These niches
are from a few inches to a foot in diameter and in height. In one or
more of these the chipmunk sleeps, and in others is stored his winter
food-supply. He uses one of these pockets for a time as a
sleeping-place, then changes to another. This change may enable the
chipmunk to hold parasites in check. The fact that he has a number of
sleeping-places and also that in summer he frequently changes his
bedding, indicates that these efforts in sanitation are essential for
avoiding parasites and disease.
Commonly the bedding is grass, straw, and leaves; but in my yard the
chipmunks eagerly seize upon a piece of paper or a handkerchief. I am
compelled to keep my eyes open whenever they come into the cabin, for
they do not hesitate to seize upon unanswered letters or incomplete
manuscripts. In carrying off paper the chipmunk commonly tears off a
huge piece, crumples it into a wad, and, with this sticking from his
mouth, hurries away to his bedchamber. It is not uncommon to see half
a dozen at once in the yard, each going his own way with his clean
bed-linen.
Chipmunks take frequent dust and sun baths, but I have never seen one
bathe in water. They appear, however, to drink water freely. One will
sip water several times daily.
In the mountains near me the chipmunks spend from four to seven months
of each year underground. I am at an altitude of nine thousand feet.
Although during the winter they indulge in long periods of what may be
called hibernating sleep, they are awake a part of the time and
commonly lay in abundant stores for winter. In the underground
granaries of one I once found about a peck and a half of weed seeds.
Even during the summer the chipmunk occasionally does not come forth
for a day or two. On some of these occasions I have found that they
were in a heavy sleep in their beds.
These in my yard are fed so freely upon peanuts that they have come to
depend upon them for winter supplies. They prefer raw to roasted
peanuts. The chipmunk near my cabin sometimes becomes a little
particular and will occasionally reject peanuts that are handed to her
with the shell on. Commonly, however, she grabs the nut with both fore
paws, then, standing erect, rapidly bites away the shell until the nut
is reached. This she usually forces into her cheek pocket with both
hands. Her cheek pouches hold from twelve to twenty of these. As soon
as these are filled she hurries away to deposit her stores in her
underground granary. One day she managed to store twenty-two, and her
cheek pouches stood out abnormally! With this "swelled" and uncouth
head she hurried away to deposit the nuts in her storehouse, but when
she reached the hole her cheeks were so distended that she was unable
to enter. After trying again and again she began to enlarge the hole.
This she presently gave up. Then she rejected about one third of the
nuts, entered, and stored the remainder. In a few minutes she was back
for more. One day she made eleven round trips in fifty-seven minutes.
Early one autumn morning a coyote, in attempting to reach her, dug
into her granary and scattered the nuts about. After sending him off I
gathered up three quarts of shelled nuts and left about as many more
scattered through the earth! Over these the jays and magpies squabbled
all day.
One day a lady who was unsympathetic with chipmunks was startled by
one of the youngsters, who scrambled up her clothes and perched upon
her head. Greatly excited, she gave wild screams. The young chipmunk
was in turn frightened, and fled in haste. He took consolation with
his mother several yards away. She, standing erect, received him
literally with open arms. He stood erect with one arm upon her
shoulder, while she held one arm around him. They thus stood for some
seconds, he screeching a frightened cry, while she, with a subdued
muttering, endeavored to quiet him.
Once, my old chipmunk, seeing me across the yard, came bounding to me.
Forgetting, in her haste, to be vigilant, she ran into a family of
weasels, two old and five young ones, who were crossing the yard.
Instantly, and with lion-like ferocity, the largest weasel leaped and
seized the chipmunk by the throat. With a fiendish jerk of his head
the weasel landed the chipmunk across his shoulders and, still holding
it by the throat, he forced his way, half swimming, half floundering,
through a swift brook which crossed the yard. His entire family
followed him. Most savagely did he resent my interference when I
compelled him to drop the dead chipmunk.
The wise coyote has a peculiar habit each autumn of feasting upon
chipmunks. Commonly the chipmunks retire for the winter before the
earth is frozen, or before it is frozen deeply. Apparently they at
once sink into a hibernating sleep. Each autumn, shortly after the
chipmunks retire, the coyotes raid all localities in my neighborhood
in which digging is good. Scores of chipmunks are dug out and
devoured. Within a quarter of a mile of my cabin one October night
forty-two holes were dug. Another night fifty-four holes were dug near
by. In a number of these a few scattered drops of blood showed that
the coyote had made a capture. In one week within a few miles of my
cabin I found several hundred freshly dug holes. Many holes were dug
directly down to the granary where the stores were scattered about;
and others descended upon the pocket in which the chipmunk was asleep.
In a few places the digging followed along the tunnel for several
yards, and in others the coyote dug down into the earth and then
tunneled along the chipmunk's tunnel for several feet before reaching
the little sleeper.
So far as I know, each old chipmunk lives by itself. It is, I think,
rare for one to enter the underground works of another. Each appears
to have a small local range upon the surface, but this range is
occasionally invaded by a neighboring chipmunk. This invasion is
always resented, and often the invader is angrily ejected by the
local claimant of the territory.
In my locality the young are born during the first week in June. The
five years that I kept track of the mother chipmunk near my cabin, she
usually brought the youngsters out into the sunlight about the middle
of June. Three of these years there were five youngsters. One year the
number was four, and another year it was six. About the middle of July
the young were left to fight the battle of life alone. They were left
in possession of the underground house in which they were born, and
the mother went to another part of the yard, renovated another
underground home, and here laid up supplies for the winter.
A few days before the mother leaves the youngsters, they run about and
find most of their food. One year, a day or two before the one by my
cabin bade her children good-bye, she brought them--or, at any rate,
the children came with her--to the place where we often distributed
peanuts. The youngsters, much lighter in color, and less distinctly
marked than the mother, as well as much smaller, were amusingly shy,
and they made comic shows in trying to eat peanuts. They could not
break through the shell. If offered a shelled nut, they were as likely
to bite the end of your finger as the nut. They had not learned which
was which. With their baby teeth they could eat but little of the nut,
but they had the storing instinct and after a struggle managed to
thrust one or two of the nuts into their cheek pockets.
The youngsters, on being left to shift for themselves, linger about
their old home for a week or longer, then scatter, each apparently
going off to make an underground home for himself. The house may be
entirely new or it may be an old one renovated.
I do not know just when the mother returns to her old home. Possibly
the new home is closely connected with the one she has temporarily
left, and it may be that during the autumn or the early spring she
digs a short tunnel which unites them. The manner of this aside, I can
say that each summer the mother that I watched, on retiring from the
youngsters, carried supplies into a hole which she had not used
before, and the following spring the youngsters came forth from the
same hole, and presumably from the same quarters, that the children of
preceding years had used.
Chipmunks feed upon a variety of plants. The leaves, seeds, and roots
are eaten. During bloom time they feast upon wild flowers. Often they
make a dainty meal off the blossoms of the fringed blue gentian, the
mariposa lily, and the harebell. Commonly, in gathering flowers, the
chipmunk stands erect on hind feet, reaches up with one or both hands,
bends down the stalk, leisurely eats the blossoms, and then pulls down
another. The big chipmunk, however, has some gross food habits. I have
seen him eating mice, and he often catches grasshoppers and flies. It
is possible that he may rob birds' nests, but this is not common and I
have never seen him do so. However, the bluebirds, robins, and
red-winged blackbirds near me resent his close approach. A chipmunk
which has unwittingly climbed into a tree or traveled into a territory
close to the nest of one of these birds receives a beating from the
wings of the birds and many stabs from their bills before he can
retreat to a peaceful zone. Many times I have seen birds battering
him, sometimes repeatedly knocking him heels over head, while he,
frightened and chattering, was doing his best to escape.
There are five species of chipmunks in Colorado. Two of these are near
me,--the big chipmunk and the busy chipmunk. The latter is much
smaller, shyer, and more lively than the former and spends a part of
its time in the treetops; while the big, although it sometimes climbs,
commonly keeps close to the earth.
Among their numerous enemies are coyotes, wild-cats, mountain lions,
bears, hawks, and owls. They appear to live from six to twelve years.
The one near my place I watched for eight years. She probably was one
or more years of age when I first saw her.
Almost every day in summer a number of children come, some of them for
miles, to watch and to feed my chipmunks. The children enjoy this as
keenly as I have ever seen them enjoy anything. Surely the kindly
sympathies which are thus aroused in the children, and the delightful
lesson in natural history which they get, will give a helpful
educational stimulus, and may be the beginning of a sympathetic
interest in every living thing.
A Peak by the Plains
A Peak by the Plains
Pike's Peak rises boldly from the plains, going steeply up into the
sky a vertical mile and a half. There is no middle distance or
foreground; no terraced or inclined approach. A spectator may thus
stand close to its foot, at an altitude of six thousand feet, and have
a commanding view of the eight thousand feet of slopes and terraces
which culminate in the summit, 14,110 feet above the sea. Its steep,
abrupt ascent makes it imposing and impressive. It fronts the wide
plains a vast broken tower. The typical high peak stands with other
high peaks in the summit of a mountain-range. Miles of lesser
mountains lie between its summit and the lowlands. Foothills rise from
the edge of the lowland; above these, broken benches, terrace beyond
terrace, each rising higher until the summit rises supreme. With
Pike's Peak this typical arrangement is reversed.
Pike's Peak probably is the most intimately known high mountain. It
has given mountain-top pleasure to more people than any other fourteen
thousand foot summit of the earth. One million persons have walked
upon its summit, and probably two million others have climbed well up
its slopes. Only a few thousand climbers have reached the top of Mont
Blanc. Pike's is a peak for the multitude.
Climbing it is comparatively easy. It stands in a mild, arid climate,
and has scanty snowfall; there are but few precipitous walls, no
dangerous ice-fields; and up most of its slopes any one may ramble.
One may go up on foot, on horseback, in a carriage, or by railroad, or
even by automobile. It is not only easy of ascent, but also easy of
access. It is on the edge of the plains, and a number of railroads
cross its very foot.
This peak affords a unique view,--wide plains to the east, high peaks
to the west. Sixty thousand or more square miles are visible from the
summit. It towers far above the plains, whose streams, hills, and
level spaces stretch away a vast flat picture. To the west it commands
a wondrous array of mountain topography,--a two-hundred-mile front
of shattered, snow-drifted peaks.
[Illustration: PIKE'S PEAK FROM THE TOP OF CASCADE CAÑON]
The peak is an enormous broken pyramid, dotted with high-perched
lakes, cut with plunging streams, broken by cañons, skirted with torn
forests, old and young, and in addition is beautiful with bushes,
meadows, and wild flowers. The major part of the peak's primeval
forest robe was destroyed by fire a half-century ago. Many ragged,
crag-torn areas of the old forest, of a square mile or less, are
connected with young growths from thirty to sixty years old. Much of
this new growth is aspen. From the tree-studies which I have made, I
learn that two forest fires caused most of the destruction. The annual
rings in the young growth, together with the rings in the fire-scarred
trees which did not perish, indicate that the older and more extensive
of these fires wrapped most of the peak in flames and all of it in
smoke during the autumn of 1850. The other fire was in 1880.
Pike's Peak exhibits a number of scenic attractions and is bordered by
other excellent ones. Near are the Royal Gorge, Cripple Creek, and
the fossil-beds at Florissant. The Garden of the Gods, Manitou Mineral
Springs, Glen Eyrie, Crystal Park, the Cave of the Winds, and
Williams, Ruxton, and South Cheyenne Cañons are some of its
attractions.
The fossil-beds at Florissant are one of the most famous of
fossil-deposits. Here was an old Tertiary lake-basin. In the deposit
which filled it--a deposit of fine volcanic sand or ash, sediment, and
other débris--is a wonderful array of fossilized plants and insects of
a past age. All are strangely preserved for us in stone. A part of the
lake appears to have been filled by a volcanic catastrophe which
overwhelmed animals, plants, and insects. Whole and in fragments, they
are lying where they fell. Here have been found upwards of one hundred
recognizable plants, eleven vertebrate animals, and a few hundred
insects. Among the fossil trees are the narrow-leaf cottonwood, the
ginkgo, the magnolia, the incense cedar, and the giant redwood. Water
erosion through the ages has cut deeply into these fossil-beds and
worn and washed away their treasures. This deposit has been but
little studied. But what it has yielded, together with the magnitude
of the unexamined remainder, makes one eager concerning the extent and
the nature of the treasures which still lie buried in it.
Helen Hunt, whose books helped awaken the American people to the
injustice done the Indian and to an appreciation of the scenic
grandeur of the West, lived for many years at the foot of this peak.
Much of her writing was done from commanding points on the peak. She
was temporarily buried on Cheyenne Mountain, and on her former grave
has accumulated a large cairn of stones, contributed singly by
appreciative pilgrims.
South Cheyenne Cañon, like Yosemite, gives a large, clear, and
pleasing picture to the mind. This is due to the individuality and the
artistic grouping of the beauty and grandeur of the cañon. The cañon
is so narrow, and its high walls so precipitous, that it could justly
be called an enormous cleft. At one point the walls are only forty
feet apart; between these a road and a swift, clear stream are
crowded. Inside the entrance stand the two "Pillars of Hercules."
These magnificent rock domes rise nearly one thousand feet, and their
steep, tree-dotted walls are peculiarly pleasing and impressive.
Prospect Dome is another striking rock point in this cañon. The cañon
ends in a colossal cirque, or amphitheatre, about two hundred and
fifty feet deep. Down one side of this a stream makes its seven white
zigzag jumps.
Pike's Peak wins impressiveness by standing by itself. Cheyenne Cañon
is more imposing by being alone,--away from other cañons. This cañon
opens upon the plains. It is a cañon that would win attention
anywhere, but its situation is a most favorable one. Low altitude and
a warm climate welcome trees, grass, bushes, and many kinds of plants
and flowers. These cling to every break, spot, ledge, terrace, and
niche, and thereby touch and decorate the cañon's grim and towering
walls with lovely beauty. Walls, water, and verdure--water in pools
and falls, rocks in cliffs, terraces, and domes, grass and flowers on
slopes and terraces, trees and groves,--a magnificence of rocks, a
richness of verdure, and the charm of running water--all unite in a
picturesque association which makes a glorious and pleasing sunken
garden.
It is probable that Pike's Peak was discovered by Spanish explorers
either in 1598 or in 1601. These are the dates of separate exploring
expeditions which entered Colorado from the south and marched up the
plains in near view of this peak. The discovery is usually accredited,
however, to Lieutenant Pike, who caught sight of it on the 15th day of
November, 1806. Pike's journal of this date says: "At two o'clock in
the afternoon I thought I could distinguish a mountain to our right
which appeared like a small blue cloud; viewed it with a spyglass and
was still more confirmed in my conjecture.... In half an hour it
appeared in full view before us. When our small party arrived on a
hill, they with one accord gave three cheers to the Mexican
Mountains." It appears not to have been called Pike's Peak until about
twenty-five years after Pike first saw it. He spoke of it as the
Mexican Mountains and as Great Peak. The first ascent by white men
was made July 14, 1819, by members of Lieutenant Long's exploring
expedition. For a number of years this peak was called James Peak, in
honor of the naturalist in the Long exploring party.
Pike's Peak has what Montesquieu calls the "most powerful of all
empires, the empire of climate." It stands most of the time in the
sun. All over it the miner and the prospector have searched for gold,
mutilating it here and there with holes. Fires have scarred the sides,
and pasturing has robbed it of flowers and verdure. The reputed
discovery of gold at its base started a flood of gold-seekers west
with "Pike's Peak or bust" enthusiasm. But the climate and scenery of
this peak attract people who come for pleasure and to seek for health.
It has thus brought millions of dollars into Colorado, and it will
probably continue to attract people who seek pleasure and refreshment
and who receive in exchange higher values than they spend. Pike's Peak
is a rich asset.
The summit of Pike's Peak is an excellent place to study the effect of
altitude upon lowland visitors. Individual observations and the
special investigations of scientific men show that altitude has been a
large, unconscious source of nature-faking. During the summer of 1911
a number of English and American scientists, the "Anglo-American
Expedition," spent five weeks on Pike's Peak, making special studies
of the effects of altitude. Their investigations explode the theory
that altitude is a strain upon the heart, or injurious to the system.
These men concluded that the heart is subjected to no greater strain
in high altitudes than at sea-level, except under the strain of
physical exertion. The blood is richer in high altitudes. For every
hundred red corpuscles found at sea-level there are in Colorado
Springs, at six thousand feet, one hundred and ten; and on the summit
of Pike's Peak, from one hundred and forty to one hundred and
fifty-four.
"The danger to people suffering from heart trouble coming into high
altitudes is grossly exaggerated," says Dr. Edward C. Schneider, one
of the Anglo-American expedition. "The rate of circulation is not
materially increased. The blood-pressure on the Peak is not
increased; it is even lowered. The heart--if a person exercises--may
beat a little faster but it does not pump any more blood. The pulse is
a little more rapid. If a man suffering from heart trouble rode up the
peak on a train, remained in his seat, and did not exert himself
physically, his heart would not beat a bit faster at the summit than
when he left Manitou. But if he walked about on the summit there would
be a change, for the exercise would make the heart work harder." But
exercise is not injurious; it is beneficial.
As I found in guiding on Long's Peak, the rarefied air of the heights
was often stimulating, especially to the tongue. Rarefied air is
likened by the scientists to "laughing-gas" and furnishes a plausible
explanation of the queerness which characterizes the action of many
people on mountain-summits. "We saw many visitors at the summit," said
Dr. Schneider in explaining this phase, "who appeared to be
intoxicated. But there was no smell of liquor on their breath. They
were intoxicated with rarefied atmosphere, not with alcohol. The
peculiar effects of laughing-gas and carbon-monoxide gas on people are
due to the lack of oxygen in the gas; and the same applies to the air
at high altitudes."
The summit of Pike's Peak is roomy and comparatively level, and is
composed of broken granite, many of the pieces being of large size. A
stone house stands upon the top. In this for many years was a
government weather-observer. A weather station has just been
re-established on its summit. This will be one of a line of high
weather stations extending across the continent. This unique station
should contribute continuously to the weather news and steadily add to
the sum of climatic knowledge.
This one peak has on its high and broken slopes a majority of the
earth's climatic zones, and a numerous array of the earth's countless
kinds of plant and animal life. One may in two hours go from base to
summit and pass through as many life zones as though he had traveled
northward into the Arctic Circle. Going from base to summit, one would
start in the Upper Sonoran Zone, pass through the Transition,
Canadian, and Hudsonian Zones, and enter the Arctic-Alpine Zone. The
peak has a number of places which exhibit the complexity of climatic
zones. In a deep cañon near Minnehaha Falls, two zones may be seen
side by side on opposite sides of a deep, narrow cañon. The north side
of the cañon, exposed to the sun, has such plants as are found in the
Transition Zone, while the cool south side has an Hudsonian flora.
Here is almost an actual contact of two zones that outside the
mountains are separated by approximately two thousand miles.
The varied climate of this peak makes a large appeal to bird-life.
Upward of one hundred species are found here. People from every part
of the Union are here often startled by the presence of birds which
they thought were far away at home. At the base the melodious
meadowlark sings; along the streams on the middle slopes lives the
contented water-ouzel. Upon the heights are the ptarmigan and the rosy
finch. Often the golden eagle casts his shadow upon all these scenes.
The robin is here, and also the bluebird, bluer, too, than you have
ever seen him. The Western evening grosbeak, a bird with attractive
plumage and pleasing manners, often winters here. The brilliant lazuli
bunting, the Bullock oriole, the red-shafted flicker, and the dear and
dainty goldfinch are present in summer, along with mockingbirds,
wrens, tanagers, thrushes, and scores of other visitants.
A few migratory species winter about the foot of the peak. In summer
they fly to the upper slopes and nest and raise their young in the
miniature arctic prairies of the heights. With the coming of autumn
all descend by easy stages to the foot. The full distance of this
vertical migration could be covered in an hour's flight. Many of the
north-and-south-migrating birds travel a thousand times as far as
these birds of vertical migration.
The big game which formerly ranged this peak included buffalo, deer,
elk, mountain sheep, the grizzly, the black bear, the mountain lion,
the fox, the coyote, and the wolf. Along the descending streams,
through one vertical mile of altitude, were beaver colonies, terrace
upon terrace. No one knows how many varieties of wild flowers each
year bloom in all the Peak's various ragged zones, but there are
probably no fewer than two thousand. Along with these are a number of
species of trees. Covering the lower part of the mountain are growths
of cottonwood, Douglas spruce, yellow pine, white fir, silver spruce,
and the Rocky Mountain birch. Among the flowering plants are the
columbine, shooting-star, monkshood, yucca or Spanish bayonet, and
iris. Ascending, one finds the wintergreen, a number of varieties of
polemonium, the paintbrush, the Northern gentian, the Western yarrow,
and the mertensia. At timber-line, at the altitude of about eleven
thousand five hundred feet, are Engelmann spruce, arctic willow,
mountain birch, foxtail pine, and aspen. At timber-line, too, are the
columbine, the paintbrush, and a number of species of phlox. There are
no trees in the zone which drapes the uppermost two thousand feet of
the summit, but in this are bright flowers,--cushion pinks, the spring
beauty, the alpine gentian, the mountain buckwheat, the white and
yellow mountain avens, the arctic harebell, the marsh-marigold, the
stonecrop, and the forget-me-not. One summer I found a few flowers on
the summit.
Isolation probably rendered the summit of this peak less favorable for
snow-accumulation during the Ice Age than the summits of unisolated
peaks of equal altitude. During the last ice epoch, however, it
carried glaciers, and some of these extended down the slopes three
miles or farther. These degraded the upper slopes, moved this
excavated material toward the bottom, and spread it in a number of
places. There are five distinct cuplike hollows or depressions in this
peak that were gouged by glaciers. The one lying between Cameron's
Cone and the summit is known as the "Crater." A part of this is
readily seen from Colorado Springs. Far up the slopes are Lake Moraine
and Seven Lakes, all of glacial origin.
The mountain mass which culminates in Pike's Peak probably originated
as a vast uplift. Internal forces appear to have severed this mass
from its surroundings and slowly upraised it seven thousand or more
feet. The slow uprising probably ended thousands of years ago. Since
that time, disintegration, frost, air, and stream erosion have
combined to sculpture this great peak. Pike's Peak might well be made
a National Park.
The Conservation of Scenery
The Conservation of Scenery
The comparative merits of the Alps and the Rocky Mountains for
recreation purposes are frequently discussed. Roosevelt and others
have spoken of the Colorado Rockies as "The Nation's Playground." This
Colorado region really is one vast natural park. The area of it is
three times that of the Alps. The scenery of these Colorado Rocky
Mountains, though unlike that of the Alps, is equally attractive and
more varied. Being almost free from snow, the entire region is easily
enjoyed; a novice may scale the peaks without the ice and snow that
hamper and endanger even the expert climbers in the icy Alps. The Alps
wear a perpetual ice-cap down to nine thousand feet. The inhabited
zone in Colorado is seven thousand feet higher than that zone in
Switzerland. At ten thousand feet and even higher, in Colorado, one
finds railroads, wagon-roads, and hotels. In Switzerland there are
but few hotels above five thousand feet, and most people live below
the three-thousand-foot mark. Timber-line in Colorado is five thousand
feet farther up the heights than in Switzerland. The Centennial State
offers a more numerous and attractive array of wild flowers, birds,
animals, and mineral springs than the land of William Tell. The Rocky
Mountain sheep is as interesting and audacious as the chamois; the
fair phlox dares greater heights than the famed edelweiss. The climate
of the Rocky Mountains is more cheerful than that of the Alps; there
are more sunny days, and while the skies are as blue as in
Switzerland, the air is drier and more energizing.
[Illustration: THE CONTINENTAL DIVIDE NEAR ESTES PARK]
But the attractions in the Alps are being preserved, while the Rocky
Mountains are being stripped of their scenery. Yet in the Rocky
Mountains there are many areas rich in perishable attractions which
might well be reserved as parks so that their natural beauties could
be kept unmarred. It is to be hoped that the growing interest in
American scenery will bring this about before these wild mountain
gardens are shorn of their loveliness.[1]
[1] Since this was put into type, the Rocky Mountain National Park,
after a campaign of six years, has been established, and
campaigns have started to make National Parks of Mount Evans
and Pike's Peak. And the Secretary of the Interior has appointed
a Superintendent of National Parks and called attention to the
great need of legislation for these Parks.
The United States is behind most nations in making profitable use of
scenery. Alpine scenery annually produces upward of ten thousand
dollars to the square mile, while the Rocky Mountains are being
despoiled by cattle and sawmills for a few dollars a square mile.
Though Switzerland has already accomplished much along scenic
conservation lines, it is working for still better results. It is
constructing modern hotels throughout the Alps and is exploiting the
winter as well as the summer use of these. The Canadian Government has
done and is doing extensive development work in its national parks. It
is preparing a welcome for multitudes of travelers; travelers are
responding in numbers.
The unfortunate fact is that our scenery has never had a standing. To
date, it has been an outcast. Often lauded as akin to the fine arts,
or something sacred, commonly it is destroyed or put to base uses.
Parks should no longer be used as pigpens and pastures. These base
uses prevent the parks from paying dividends in humanity.
There is in this country a splendid array of Nature's masterpieces to
lure and reward the traveler. In mountain-peaks there are Grand Teton,
Long's Peak, Mt. Whitney, and Mt. Rainier; in cañons, the vast Grand
Cañon and the brilliantly colored Yellowstone; in trees, the unrivaled
sequoias and many matchless primeval forests; in rivers, few on earth
are enriched with scenes equal to those between which rolls the
Columbia; in petrified forests, those in Arizona and the Yellowstone
are unsurpassed; in natural bridges, those in Utah easily arch above
the other great ones of the earth; in desert attractions, Death Valley
offers a rare display of colors, strangeness, silences, and mirages;
in waterfalls, we have Niagara, Yellowstone, and Yosemite; in
glaciers, there are those of the Glacier and Mount Rainier National
Parks and of Alaska; in medicinal springs, there is an array of
flowing, life-extending fountains; in wild flowers, the mountain wild
flowers in the West are lovely with the loveliest anywhere; in wild
animals of interest and influence, we have the grizzly bear, the
beaver, and the mountain sheep; in bird music, that which is sung by
the thrushes, the cañon wren, and the solitaire silences with
melodious sweetness the other best bird-songs of the earth. In these
varied attractions of our many natural parks we have ample playgrounds
for all the world and the opportunity for a travel industry many times
as productive as our gold and silver mines--and more lasting, too,
than they. When these scenes are ready for the traveler we shall not
need to nag Americans to see America first; and Europeans, too, might
start a continuous procession to these wonderlands.
In the nature of things, the United States should have a travel
industry of vast economic importance. The people of the United States
are great travelers, and we have numerous and extensive scenic areas
of unexcelled attractiveness, together with many of the world's
greatest natural wonders and wonderlands which every one wants to see.
All these scenes, too, repose in a climate that is hospitable and
refreshing. They should attract travelers from abroad as well as our
own people. The traveler brings ideas as well as gold. He comes with
the ideals of other lands and helps promote international friendship.
Then, too, he is an excellent counter-irritant to prevent that
self-satisfied attitude, that deadening provincialism, which always
seems to afflict successful people. Develop our parks by making them
ready for the traveler, and they will become continuously productive,
both commercially and spiritually.
Our established scenic reservations, or those which may be hereafter
set aside, are destined to become the basis of our large scenic
industry. The present reservations embrace fourteen National Parks and
twenty-eight National Monuments. Each Park and Monument was reserved
because of its scenic wonders, to be a recreation place for the
people. The name Monument might well be changed to Park. The
Monuments were set aside by executive orders of the President; the
Parks were created by acts of Congress. Each Park or Monument is a
wonderland in itself. All these together contain some of the
strangest, sublimest scenes on the globe. Each reservation is
different from every other, and in all of them a traveler could spend
a lifetime without exhausting their wonders.
I suppose that in order to lead Americans to see America first, or to
see it at all, and also to win travel from Europe, it is absolutely
necessary to get America ready for the traveler. Only a small part of
American scenery is ready for the traveler. The traveler's ultimatum
contains four main propositions. These are grand scenery, excellent
climate, good entertainment, and swift, comfortable transportation.
When all of these demands are supplied with a generous horn of plenty,
then, but not until then, will multitudes travel in America.
Parks now have a large and important place in the general welfare, and
the nation that neglects its parks will suffer a general decline. The
people of the United States greatly need more parks, and these are
needed at once. I do not know of any city that has park room extensive
enough to refresh its own inhabitants. Is there a State in the Union
that has developed park areas that are large enough for the people of
the State? With present development, our National Parks cannot
entertain one fifth of the number of Americans who annually go abroad.
As a matter of fact, the entertainment facilities in our National
Parks are already doing a capacity business. How, then, can our Parks
be seen by additional travelers?
For a travel industry, the present needs in America are for cities at
once to acquire and develop into parks all near-by scenery; for each
State to develop its best scenic places as State Parks; and for the
nation to make a number of new National Parks and at once make these
scenic reservations ready for the traveler. Systems of good roads and
trails are necessary. In addition to these, the Parks, Monuments, and
Reservations need the whole and special attention of a department of
their own.
A park requires eternal vigilance. The better half of our scenic
attractions are the perishable ones. The forests and the flowers, the
birds and the animals, the luxuriant growths in the primeval wild
gardens, are the poetry, the inspiration, of outdoors. Without these,
how dead and desolate the mountain, the meadow, and the lake! If a
park is to be kept permanently productive, its alluring features must
be maintained. If the beaver ceases to build his picturesque home, if
the deer vanishes, if the mountain sheep no longer poses on the crags,
if the columbine no longer opens its "bannered" bosom to the sun, if
the solitaire no longer sings,--without these poetic and primeval
charms, marred nature will not attract nor refresh. People often feel
the call of the wild, and they want the wild world beautiful. They
need the temples of the gods, the forest primeval, and the pure and
flower-fringed brooks.
It would be well to save at once in parks and reservations the better
of all remaining unspoiled scenic sections of the country,--the
lake-shores and the seashore, the stream-side, the forests primeval,
and the Rocky Mountains. There is a great and ragged scenic border of
varying width that extends entirely around the United States. This
includes the Great Lake region and the splendid Olympic Mountains at
the northwest corner of the country. Inside of this border are other
localities richly dowered with natural beauty and dowered, too, with
hospitable climate. The Rocky Mountain region is one splendid
recreation-ground. There are many beauty-spots in the Ozark Mountains
of Missouri and Arkansas, and there are scenic regions in New York,
Pennsylvania, and western North Carolina, and the State of Idaho
embraces many scenic empires. These contain scores of park areas that
will early be needed.
[Illustration: LONG'S PEAK FROM LOCH VALE]
Every park is a place of refuge, a place wherein wild life thrives and
multiplies. As hunters are perpetually excluded from all parks, these
places will thus become sanctuaries for our vanishing wild life. All
wild life quickly loses its fear and allows itself to be readily seen
in protected localities. Wild life in parks thus affords enjoyment
by being readily seen, and from now on this life will become a
factor in education. Children who go into parks will be pleasantly
compelled to observe, delightfully incited to think, and will thus
become alert and interested,--will have the very foundation of
education. Perhaps it is safe to predict that from now on the tendency
will be to multiply the number of parks and decrease the number of
zoölogical gardens.
Scenic places, if used for parks, will pay larger returns than by any
other use that can be made of their territory. Parks, then, are not a
luxury but a profitable investment. Switzerland is supporting about
half of her population through the use of her mountain scenery for
recreation purposes. Although parks pay large dividends, they also
have a higher, nobler use. They help make better men and women.
Outdoor life is educational. It develops the seeing eye, supplies
information, gives material for reflection, and compels thinking,
which is one of the greatest of accomplishments. Exercise in the pure
air of parks means health, which is the greatest of personal
resources, and this in turn makes for efficiency, kindness,
hopefulness, and high ideals. Recreation in parks tends to prevent
wasted life by preventing disease and wrong-doing. The conservation of
scenery, the use of scenic places for public recreation parks, is
conservation in the highest sense, for parks make the best economic
use of the territory and they also pay large dividends in humanity.
The travel industry is a large and direct contributor to
many industries and their laborers. It helps the railroads,
automobile-makers, hotels, guides, and the manufacturers of the
clothing, books, souvenirs, and other articles purchased by travelers.
Perhaps the farmer is the one most benefited; he furnishes the beef,
fruit, butter, chickens, and in fact all the food consumed by the
traveling multitude. A large travel industry means enlarging the home
market to gigantic proportions.
The courts have recently expressed definite and advanced views
concerning scenic beauty. In Colorado, where water has a high economic
value, a United States Circuit Court recently decided that the
beneficial use of a stream was not necessarily an agricultural,
industrial, or commercial use, and that, as a part of the scenery, it
was being beneficially used for the general welfare. The question was
whether the waters of a stream, which in the way of a lakelet and a
waterfall were among the attractions of a summer resort, could be
diverted to the detriment of the falls and used for power. The judge
said "No," because the waters as used, were contributing toward the
promotion of the public health, rest, and recreation; and that as an
object of beauty--"just to be looked at"--they were not running to
waste but were in beneficial use. He held that objects of beauty have
an important place in our lives and that these objects should not be
destroyed because they are without assessable value. The judge, Robert
E. Lewis, said in part:--
"It is a beneficial use to the weary that they, ailing and feeble, can
have the wild beauties of Nature placed at their convenient disposal.
Is a piece of canvas valuable only for a tentfly, but worthless as a
painting? Is a block of stone beneficially used when put into the
walls of a dam, and not beneficially used when carved into a piece of
statuary? Is the test dollars, or has beauty of scenery, rest,
recreation, health and enjoyment something to do with it? Is there no
beneficial use except that which is purely commercial?" This decision
is epoch-marking.
Taken as a whole, our National Parks and Monuments and our unreserved
scenic places may be described as an undeveloped scenic resource of
enormous potential value. These places should be developed as parks
and their resources used exclusively for recreation purposes. Thus
used, they would help all interests and reach all people. South
America, Switzerland, Canada, and other countries are making
intensified and splendid use of their parks by reserving that wild
scenic beauty which appeals to all the world.
Parks are dedicated to the highest uses. They are worthy of our
greatest attentions. It is of utmost importance that the management of
Forest Reserves and the National Parks be separate. In 1897 the
National Academy of Sciences in submitting a plan for the management
of the Forest Reserves recommended that places specially scenic be
separated from the Forest Reserves and set aside as Parks and given
the separate and special administration which parks need. If scenery
is to be saved, it must be saved for its own sake, on its own merits;
it cannot be saved as something incidental.
Multitudes will annually visit these places, provided they be
developed as parks and used for people and for nothing else. Grazing,
lumbering, shooting, and other commercial, conflicting, and
disfiguring uses should be rigidly prohibited. Scenery, like beauty,
has superior merit, and its supreme use is by people for rest and
recreation purposes.
Switzerland after long experience is establishing National Parks and
giving these a separate and distinct management from her forest
reserves. For a time Canadian National Parks were managed by the
Forest Service. Recently, however, the parks were withdrawn from the
Forest Service and placed in a Park Department. This was a most
beneficial change. Forestry is commercial, radically utilitarian. The
forester is a man with an axe. Trees to the forester mean what cattle
do to the butcher. Lumber is his product and to recite "Woodman, Spare
that Tree!" to a forester would be like asking the butcher to spare
the ox. The forester is a scientific slaughterer of the forest; he
must keep trees falling in order to supply lumber. A forester is not
concerned with the conservation of scenery. Then, too, a forester
builds his roads to facilitate logging and lumbering. The Park man
builds roads that are scenic highways, places for people.
We need the forest reserve, and we need the National Park. Each of
these serves in a distinct way, and it is of utmost importance that
each be in charge of its specialist. The forester is always the
lumberman, the park man is a practical poet; the forester thinks ever
of lumber, the park man always of landscapes. The forester must cut
trees before they are over-ripe or his crop will waste, while the park
man wants the groves to become aged and picturesque. The forester
pastures cattle in his meadows, while the park man has only people
and romping children among his wild flowers. The park needs the charm
of primeval nature, and should be free from ugliness, artificiality,
and commercialism. For the perpetuation of scenery, a landscape artist
is absolutely necessary. It would be folly to put a park man in charge
of a forest reserve, a lumbering proposition. On the other hand, what
a blunder to put a tree-cutting forester in charge of a park! We need
both these men; each is important in his place; but it would be a
double misfortune to put one in charge of the work of the other. A
National Park service is greatly needed.
Apparently William Penn was the first to honor our scenery, and
Bryant, with poetry, won a literary standing for it. Official
recognition came later, but the establishment of the Yellowstone
National Park was a great incident in the scenic history of
America--and in that of the world. For the first time, a scenic
wonderland was dedicated as "a public park or pleasure ground for the
benefit and enjoyment of all the people." The Yellowstone stands a
high tribute to the statesmanship, the public spirit, and the energy
of F. V. Hayden and the few men who won it for us.
During the last few years the nation, as well as the courts, has put
itself on record concerning the higher worth of scenery. The White
House conference of governors recommended that "the beauty ... of our
country should be preserved and increased"; and the first National
Conservation Commission thought that "public lands more valuable for
conserving ... natural beauties and wonders than for agriculture
should be held for the use of the people."
The travel industry benefits both parties,--the entertained as well as
the entertainer. Investments in outdoor vacations give large returns;
from an outing one returns with life lengthened, in livelier spirits,
more efficient, with new ideas and a broader outlook, and more hopeful
and kind. Hence parks and outdoor recreation places are mighty factors
for the general welfare; they assist in making better men and women. A
park offers the first aid and often the only cure for the sick and
the overworked. Looking upon our sublime scenes arouses a love for our
native land and promotes a fellow feeling. Nature is more democratic
even than death; and when people mingle amid primeval scenes they
become fraternal. Saving our best scenes is the saving of manhood.
These places encourage every one to do his best and help all to live
comfortably in a beautiful world. Scenery is our noblest resource. No
nation has ever fallen from having too much scenery.
The Rocky Mountain National Park
The Rocky Mountain National Park
Extend a straight line fifty-five miles northwest from Denver and
another line sixty miles southwest from Cheyenne and these lines meet
in approximately the centre of the Rocky Mountain National Park. This
centre is in the mountain-heights a few miles northwest of Long's
Peak, in what Dr. F. V. Hayden, the famous geologist, calls the most
rugged section of the Continental Divide of the Rocky Mountains.
This Park is a mountain realm lying almost entirely above the altitude
of nine thousand feet. Through it from north to south extends the
Snowy Range,--the Continental Divide,--and in it this and the Mummy
Range form a vast mountain Y. Specimen Mountain is the north end of
the west arm of this Y, while Mummy Mountain is at the tip of the east
arm. Mt. Clarence King on the south forms the base of the stem, while
Long's Peak is against the eastern side of the stem, about midway.
Long's Peak, "King of the Rockies," is the dominating peak and rises
to the altitude of 14,255 feet. There are ten or more peaks in the
Park that tower above thirteen thousand, and upwards of forty others
with a greater altitude than twelve thousand feet. Between these peaks
and their out-jutting spurs are numerous cañons. The Park is from ten
to eighteen miles wide, its greatest length is twenty-five miles, and
its total area is about three hundred and sixty square miles.
[Illustration: ROCKY MOUNTAIN NATIONAL PARK]
A line drawn around the Park on the boundary line would only in two or
three places drop below the altitude of nine thousand feet. The area
thus is high-lying and for the most part on edge. About one fifth of
the entire area is above the limits of tree-growth. The peaks are
rocky, rounded, and sharp. Here and there they are whitened by
comparatively small snow and ice fields. From the summits the
mountains descend through steeps, walls, slopes, terraces,
tablelands, spurs, gorges, and mountain valleys.
This Park is a wilderness. Though entirely surrounded by settlers and
villages, it is an almost unbroken wild. Many of its peaks are as yet
unclimbed. There are pathless forests, unvisited gorges, unnamed
lakes, and unknown localities.
Gray and red granite form the larger portion of its surface. Here and
there are mixtures of schist, gneiss, and porphyry. The northwest
corner is volcanic and is made up of rhyolite, obsidian, and lava. The
Indians have a tradition concerning the volcanic activity of Specimen
Mountain, though I doubt if this mountain has been active within a
century. It is a dead or sleeping volcano. A part of its old
crater-rim has fallen away, and brilliant flowers cover the cold ashes
in the crater.
Most of the territory was glaciated during the last ice age, and there
still remain five small glaciers and a number of ice-fields. The
Hallett Glacier is on the north shoulder of Hague's Peak, the Sprague
Glacier on the south side of Stone's Peak, Tyndall Glacier between
Flat-Top and Mt. Hallett, and Andrews Glacier in a cirque of Loch
Vale, while an unnamed small one is at the bottom of the east
precipice of Long's Peak.
There can hardly be found a greater and more closely gathered area of
imposing, easily read glacial records than those which centre about
Long's Peak. These works of the Ice King, both intact and partly
ruined, have attracted the attention and study of a number of
prominent geologists and glaciologists. Among these ice works Dr.
Hayden and Dr. David Starr Jordan have climbed and wandered. Vernon L.
Kellogg has here gathered material for a book, and Dr. Edward L.
Orton, former State Geologist of Ohio, has spent many weeks here in
study. Within a six-mile radius of the top of Long's Peak are more
than thirty glacier lakes and perhaps twice as many lakelets or
mountain tarns. Immediately south of the Peak, Wild Basin is literally
filled with glacier-records. To the north is Moraine Park; to the
northwest, Glacier Gorge and Loch Vale; to the west, lying between
the Peak and Grand Lake, there is a wondrous area of the Ice King's
topography.
Bierstadt, St. Vrain, and Mills Moraines are imposing deposits of
glacial débris. Of these Mills Moraine has been the most studied. It
apparently holds the story of two widely separated ice ages. This
moraine evidently was formed by the glacier which made the basin of
Chasm Lake. It extends eastward from Long's Peak, its uppermost end
being at twelve thousand five hundred feet. At timber-line its trend
is toward the southeast. It is about one mile wide, five miles long,
and in places apparently more than one thousand feet deep.
The ice-stream which piled the enormous Bierstadt Moraine took its
rise on the west summit slope of Long's Peak. It flowed first toward
the west, and in the upper amphitheatre of Glacier Gorge it united
with the ice-stream from the north slope of Shoshone Peak and the
stream off the eastern slope of Mt. McHenry. Although a part of this
enlarged flow appears to have been thrust across the Continental
Divide, the larger portion of it was deflected to the north through
Glacier Gorge. Emerging from this gorge and enlarged by the
ice-streams from Mt. Otis, Mt. Hallett, and other peaks in the
Continental Divide, it flowed on to thrust against the eastern base of
Flat-Top Mountain. This bent it to the east, and from this
turning-point it began to unload its débris on Bierstadt Moraine. A
part of its débris was dropped in a smaller parallel moraine on the
opposite side of Glacier Creek, and finally a terminal moraine was
piled against the western front of Green Mountain, where it almost
united with the terminal part of the Moraine on the south side of
Moraine Park.
The glaciers have formed and distributed much of the soil of this
region. Above timber-line there are wide, sedgy meadows and tundras
and dry, grassy moorlands. Everywhere on the heights where there is
soil there is a growth of Arctic-Alpine vegetation. Above the limits
of tree-growth are enormous ragged areas and tiny ledge gardens that
are crowded with a variety of brilliantly colored wild blossoms.
[Illustration: ESTES PARK ENTRANCE TO THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN NATIONAL
PARK]
The average altitude of the timber-line is about eleven thousand three
hundred feet, nearly a vertical mile higher than the timber-line in
the Alps. Timber-line the world over is a place of striking interest,
but nowhere have I found or heard of a timber-line which exhibits so
many telling features as does the forest-frontier on the eastern side
of the Continental Divide. The prevailing tree on the drier slopes at
timber-line is _Pinus flexilis_, the limber pine. In the moist places
Engelmann spruce predominates, and in many of the moister places there
are dwarfed and tangled growths of arctic willow, black birch, and
aspen.
Among the least broken and most enchanting of the primeval forests of
the Park are a few that are grand. One of these is between the head of
Fall River and the Poudre; another is in Forest Cañon; one is in the
southern part of Wild Basin; still another is on the western slope of
Stone's Peak and Flat-Top Mountain. These forests are mostly Engelmann
spruce, with a scattering of sub-alpine fir. Around the lower, warmer
slopes grows the Western yellow pine, and on the cold lower slopes
the Douglas spruce. There are a number of extensive lodge-pole pine
forests. These are from thirty to one hundred and thirty years old.
Lines of aspen adorn most streams; here and there where the soil is
moist they expand into groves.
The wild-flower inhabitants of this great Park number more
than a thousand species. Many of these are members of famous
families,--famous for their antiquity upon the earth, for their
delicate scent, for their intricate and artistic structure, and for
their brilliant color.
The gentian family is represented by fifteen species, one of these
being a fringed blue gentian, a Western relative of the fringed
gentian celebrated by the poet Bryant. There are intricately-formed
orchids. The silver and blue columbine is here at its best; it
blossoms on the lower slopes in June, on the heights during September.
The populous pea family, in yellow, white, and lavender, covers and
colors extensive areas. Then there are asters, daisies, mariposa
lilies, polemonium, wintergreen, forget-me-nots, black-eyed Susans,
and numerous other handsome flower people. These flowers are scattered
all over the Park except in places destitute of soil. I have found
primroses, phlox, and mertensia on the summit of Long's Peak. In the
heights above the limits of tree-growth there are scores of other
blossoms.
More than one hundred species of birds nest in these scenes. Among
these are the robin, the bluebird, the wren, the hermit thrush, the
hummingbird, the golden eagle, the white-crowned sparrow, and that
marvelous singer the solitaire. Among the resident birds are the
ouzel, the crested and the Rocky Mountain jays, the chickadee, the
downy woodpecker, and the magpie. The ptarmigan and the rosy finch are
prominent residents in the heights above the timber-line.
Once the big-game population was numerous. But the grizzly has been
almost exterminated, and only a few black bear remain. There are a few
mountain lions and elk. Deer are fairly common, and in localities
mountain sheep are plentiful and on the increase. Specimen Mountain
probably is one of the places most frequented by mountain sheep. A
number of times flocks of more than a hundred have been seen on this
mountain. A scattering of wolves, coyotes, and foxes remain. Conies
are numerous in the slide rock of the heights, and snowshoe rabbits
people the forests. The Frémont, or pine, squirrels are scattered
throughout the woods. Lunch where you will, and the dear and confiding
busy chipmunk is pretty certain to approach. The region appears to be
above the snake line, and I have never seen a snake within the
boundary. The streams and a number of the lakes have their population
of rainbow and brook trout. Around the water's edge mink make their
home.
The beaver has colonies large and small all over the park up to the
limits of tree-growth. Houses, ponds, dams, tree-cuttings, canals, and
other works of the beaver are here readily seen. Excellent
opportunities are afforded to study beaver manners and customs and to
comprehend the influence of his work in the conservation of soil and
water.
[Illustration: THE FALL RIVER ROAD ACROSS]
[Illustration: THE CONTINENTAL DIVIDE]
Big game, and in fact all wild life, begin to increase in numbers and
also to allow themselves to be seen from the instant they receive the
complete protection which parks afford. This park will thus assure a
multiplication of the various kinds of wild life which the region now
contains. And this increased wild life, with no hunters to alarm, will
allow itself to be readily seen.
There are only a few miles of road within the Park boundaries, but the
Fall River Road, now under construction across the Continental Divide
at Milner Pass, just south of Specimen Mountain, will be a wonderful
scenic highway. Although there are a number of trails in the Park, so
broken is the topography that most of the country a stone's throw away
from them is unvisited and unknown.
A road skirts the western boundary of the Park and touches it at Grand
Lake and Specimen Mountain. Another road closely parallels the eastern
boundary-line, and from it a half-dozen roads touch the Park. This
parallel road reaches the roads of Denver and of the plains through
the Boulder, Left Hand, Big Thompson, and two St. Vrain cañons.
The drainage of the western half of the Park concentrates in the Grand
River on the western boundary and reaches the Pacific Ocean through
the Grand Cañon of Arizona. A number of streams rise in the eastern
side. These assemble their waters in the Platte River out on the
plains. In their upper course, all these streams start from the snows
and come rushing and bounding down the roughest, steepest slopes.
The climate of the eastern slope is comparatively dry and mild. The
winters are sunny, but little snow falls, and the winds are
occasionally warm and usually extremely dry. Though only a few miles
from the eastern slope, the western rarely receives a wind, and its
snow-fall is more than double that of the eastern.
Numerous authors and artists have made long visits in this region, and
its scenery has received their highest praise. Bierstadt, the artist,
came here in 1870. A few years later he was followed by the famous
authors Isabella Bird, Anna Dickinson, and Helen Hunt. Frederick H.
Chapin visited the region in 1888 and wrote a splendidly illustrated
book about it, called "Mountaineering in Colorado." This was published
by the Appalachian Club. In commenting upon the scenery of the region,
Hayden, Father of the Yellowstone National Park, turned aside from
scientific discussion in his geological report for 1875 to pay the
following tribute to the scenic charm of this territory:--
"Not only has nature amply supplied this with features of rare beauty
and surroundings of admirable grandeur, but it has thus distributed
them that the eye of an artist may rest with perfect satisfaction on
the complete picture presented. It may be said, perhaps, that the more
minute details of the scenery are too decorative in their character,
showing, as they do, the irregular picturesque groups of hills,
buttes, products of erosion, and the finely moulded ridges--the effect
is pleasing in the extreme."
Long's Peak is considered by mountain-climbers an excellent
view-point. Standing aside one mile from the Continental Divide and
rising above a large surrounding wonderland, its summit and upper
slopes give splendid views and command a variety of scenes, near and
far. While upon its slope, Mr. Chapin said: "I would not fail to
impress on the mind of the tourist that the scenes are too grand for
words to convey a true idea of their magnificence. Let him, then, not
fail to visit them." It is an extremely rocky and rugged peak, but it
is almost entirely free of snow and ice, so that climbing it is simply
a day's work crowded with enjoyment and almost free from danger.
Though it is two hundred and fifty feet lower than the highest peak in
the Rocky Mountains and three hundred and fifty feet lower than Mt.
Whitney, California, the highest peak in the United States, Long's
Peak probably has a greater individuality than either. Alongside it
stands Mt. Meeker, with an altitude of 14,000 feet. These sky towers
are visible more than one hundred miles. The Indians of the Colorado
and Wyoming plains used to call them the "Two Guides."
It is possible, if not probable, that Long's Peak was originally one
thousand or even two thousand feet higher. The mass of this peak
stands apart from the main range and embraces three other peaks. These
are Mt. Meeker, Mt. Washington, and Storm Peak. All are united below
thirteen thousand feet. They may once have been united in one greatly
higher mass. Much of the débris in the vast Boulderfield and Mills
Moraines and a lesser amount from the enormous Bierstadt and St. Vrain
Moraines must have come from the summit slope of the Long's Peak
group. No small part of this may have come from above thirteen
thousand feet. An exceedingly small percentage of the glacial débris
which surrounds Long's Peak would, if atop the Long's Peak group,
elevate it two thousand feet higher.
The Glacier Gorge region, which lies just to the northwest of Long's
Peak, probably has the most magnificent scenery in the Park. Here are
clustered enormous glaciated gorges, great glaciated walls, alpine
lakes, waterfalls, moraines, alpine flora, and towering peaks.
Wild Basin, a broken and glaciated region of twenty-five square miles,
lies immediately south of the Peak. This basin is almost encircled by
eight towering peaks, and the enormous St. Vrain Moraine thrusts out
of its outlet and shows where the united ice-rivers formerly made
their way from this basin. Within this wild area are lakes, forests,
waterfalls, and a splendid variety of wild and lovely scenes.
The glacier lakes and wild tarns of this Park are one of its delights.
Though most of these water fountains are small, they are singularly
beautiful. They are in the middle-mountain zone, in a belt which lies
between the altitudes of ten thousand and twelve thousand feet. There
are more than a hundred of these, and their attractiveness equals that
of any of the mountain lakes of the world.
The best known and most popular of these lakes are Fern and Odessa.
These lie about twelve miles west of the village of Estes Park. Chasm
Lake, on the east side of Long's Peak, is set in an utterly wild
place. Its basin was gouged from solid granite by the old Long's Peak
Glacier. Mt. Washington, Mt. Meeker, and Long's Peak tower above it,
and around it these peaks have flung their wreckage in chaotic
confusion. A glacier almost crawls into it, and the east precipice of
Long's Peak, the greatest precipice in the Park, looms above it.
Long, Black, Thunder, Ouzel, and Poudre Lakes have charms peculiar to
each, and each is well worth a visit. Lake Mills, in the lower end of
Glacier Gorge, is one of the largest lakes in the Park. The largest
lake that I know of in the Rocky Mountain National Park is Lake
Nanita. This is about one mile long and half as wide, and reposes in
that wilderness of wild topography about midway between Grand Lake and
Long's Peak. There are mountain people living within eight or ten
miles of this lake who have never even heard of its existence.
Although I have been to it a number of times, I have never found even
a sign of another human visitor. A member of the United States
Geological Survey is the only individual I have ever met who had seen
it.
As originally planned, the Park was to have more than twice its
present area. I hope there may be early added to this region Mt.
Audubon, Arapahoe Peak, and other territory to the south. The summit
of Twin Peaks on the east would make another excellent addition. A
part of the Rabbit Ear Range to the northwest, and Medicine Bow
Mountains and the headwaters of the Poudre lying to the north, would
make excellent park territory.
But even as it now stands, this splendidly scenic region with its
delightful climate appears predestined to become one of the most
visited and one of the most enjoyed of all the scenic reservations of
the Government. In addition to its scenery and climate, it is not far
from the geographical centre of the United States. A number of
transcontinental railroads are close to it, and two railroads run
within a few miles of its border. The Lincoln Highway is within twenty
miles of it, and six excellent automobile roads connect its edges with
the outside world.
Each year visitors reach it in increasing numbers. During 1914 there
were more than 56,000 of these, many of whom remained to enjoy it for
weeks. It has a rare combination of those characteristics which almost
every one wants and which all tired people need,--accessibility, rare
scenery, and a friendly climate.
THE END
Index
Index
Alpine Pass, 80.
Alps, the, compared with the Rocky Mountains, 313, 314;
conservation of scenery in, 315, 323.
Altitude, effects of, 10-12, 302-305.
Andrews Glacier, 153, 338.
Arapahoe Glacier, 153.
Arapahoe Peak, 352.
Aspen, 61, 214, 215, 218, 219.
Austin, Mary, quoted, 46.
Battle Mountain, the mountain sheep of, 41-46.
Bear, black, 63;
above timber-line, 107;
eating dead trout, 136.
Bear, grizzly, and mountain sheep, 43;
tearing up dwarfed trees, 61;
hibernation, 63, 201-203;
above timber-line, 107;
eating dead trout, 136;
watching a forest fire, 142;
a grizzly observed at close quarters, 187-189;
caution, 188;
alertness and brain-power, 189;
following a grizzly, 190, 191;
a cattle-killing grizzly, 191, 192;
curiosity, 192, 193;
attitude towards man, 194-196;
stories of, 196, 197;
food, 197-200;
fishing, 198, 199;
a mother and two cubs, 200, 201;
hibernating habits, 201-203;
emerging from hibernation, 203-205;
young, 205;
cubs as pets, 205, 206;
color and races, 206, 207;
size and agility, 207, 208;
age, 208;
verging on extermination, 208;
shortening the life of a mountain park, 235.
Bears, emerging from snow, 63;
an encounter on the Hallett Glacier, 108, 109;
benefited by deep snow, 269.
Beaver, 136;
the Cascade Colony annihilated by drought, 249-256;
benefited by deep snow, 269, 270;
in the Rocky Mountain National Park, 344.
Beetle, battle with a wasp, 111.
Bellflower, 120.
Bierstadt, Albert, 346.
Bierstadt Lake, 157, 158.
Bierstadt Moraine, 339, 340.
Bighorn. _See_ Sheep, Mountain.
Birch, black, 61, 62.
Bird, Isabella, 346, 347.
Birds, visiting the summit of Long's Peak, 102;
of the mountain-summits, 112-115;
in winter, 271-274;
on Pike's Peak, 306, 307;
of the Rocky Mountain National Park, 343.
Bobtail Gulch, 79.
Boulderfield, 15, 349.
Bowles, Samuel, quoted, 230, 231.
Buckwheat, wild, 118.
Buds, as food, 272.
Cameron's Cone, 309.
Camp Bird Mine, 172, 173.
Camp-bird. _See_ Jay, Rocky Mountain.
Camp-fire, the, 245.
Canada, National Parks, 315, 326, 327.
Chapin, Frederick H., 347;
quoted, 348.
Chapman, Frank M., 59.
Chasm Lake, 162, 339, 350, 351.
Cheyenne Cañon, 300.
Cheyenne Mountain, 299.
Chicago Lake, 157.
Chickadees, 273.
Chinook wind, the, 69-75, 269.
Chipmunk, big, 289, 290.
Chipmunk, busy, 290, 344.
Chipmunks, and heavy snow, 270;
hibernation, 271, 282, 283;
in the author's yard, 277-291;
persistency, 280;
tunnels, 280, 281;
bedding, 281, 282;
bathing, 282;
drinking, 282;
winter stores, 282-284;
a frightened young one, 284;
and weasels, 285;
and coyotes, 285, 286;
sense of proprietorship, 286;
the young, 287, 288;
food, 289;
mobbed by birds, 289, 290;
species, 290;
enemies, 290;
and children, 290, 291.
Columbine, 119, 342.
Conservation Commission, 330.
Continental Divide, 335, 345.
Cony, or pika, 110, 111, 344.
Coyotes, 136;
and chipmunks, 285, 286.
Crags, the, 44, 45.
Cricket, the return horse, 169-183.
Crow, Clarke, 64, 199.
Death Valley, 316.
Deer, above timber-line, 109;
in deep snow, 259, 260;
yarding habit, 262-265;
a herd killed by a mountain lion, 265;
winter food, 265;
summer and winter ranges, 265, 266.
Dickinson, Anna, 347.
Eagle, faithful to its dead mate, 137.
Eagle, golden, 102, 115.
Elk, summer and winter ranges, 265, 266;
preyed upon by wolves, 266.
Estes Park, description, 232, 233.
Fall River Road, 345.
Fern Lake, 350.
Finch, rosy, brown-capped, 112, 113.
Fir, alpine, 61.
Flat-Top Mountain, 44, 341.
Florissant, 298, 299.
Flowers, at timber-line, 65;
of mountain-summits, 116-120;
on Pike's Peak, 308, 309.
Forest Cañon, 341.
Forest fires, records of, 125-128;
resistance of various trees to fire, 128-130;
injury to Southern hardwood forests, 131;
antiquity, 131;
a record in a redwood, 131-133;
origins, 133-135, 139;
following a fire, 135-140;
effect on animal life, 136, 137, 142;
up and down slopes, 140, 141;
heat at a distance, 141;
varying speed, 141, 142;
brilliant displays, 142-145;
cause of some mountain parks, 233, 234.
Forest Reserves, should be kept separate from National Parks, 326-329.
Forester, and scenery, 328, 329.
Fossil-beds, 298, 299.
Fox, silver, 109.
Frémont, John C., 28;
quoted, 231.
Game, big, in deep snow, 259-268;
yarding, 262-265;
winter food, 265, 266;
bunching habit, 267, 268.
Gentians, 342.
Glacier Creek, 340.
Glacier Gorge, 23, 43, 158, 338-340;
scenery, 349.
Glacier meadows. _See_ Meadows.
Glaciers, as makers of lake-basins, 150-153;
in Colorado, 153;
in the Rocky Mountain National Park, 337, 338;
glacial records in the Rocky Mountain National Park, 338-340.
Goat, mountain, 36.
Grand Lake, 157, 158.
Gray's Peak, 90.
Greagory Gulch, 79.
Great Falls, Mont., 71.
Green Mountain, 340.
Grosbeak, Western evening, 307.
Hague's Peak, 337.
Hallett Glacier, 108, 153, 337.
Hayden, Dr. F. V., 330, 335, 338;
quoted, 232, 347.
Hayden Valley, 232.
Hesperus, a return horse, 173, 174.
Horses, the story of Cricket, 169-183;
return horses, 170-176.
Hunt, Helen, 299, 347.
Insects, on the heights, 108, 111.
Jay, Rocky Mountain, 64, 265.
Jordan, Dr. David Starr, 338.
Junco, gray-headed, 115.
Kellogg, Vernon L., 338.
King, Clarence, his "Mountaineering in the Sierra Nevada" quoted, 11.
Lake Agnes, 162.
Lake Mills, 351.
Lake Moraine, 309.
Lake Nanita, 351.
Lake Odessa, 158, 350.
Lakes, made by glaciers, 149-153;
beauties of, 154-160;
names, 157, 158;
ice on, 160;
filled by débris and landslides, 161-165;
in Rocky Mountain National Park, 350, 351.
Landslides, destruction of lakes by, 162-165.
Leucosticte, brown-capped. _See_ Finch, rosy.
Lewis, Judge Robert E., decision as to scenery, 324-326.
Lion, mountain, a game-hog, 42;
pursuing mountain sheep on the heights, 106, 107;
killing a herd of deer, 265.
Lizard Head, 176.
Loch Vale, 158, 338.
Long, Stephen H., his expedition, 302.
Long's Peak, guiding experiences on, 3-18;
the Narrows, 13;
temperature at timber-line, 60;
altitude, 102, 336;
life on the summit, 102;
glacial records about, 338;
flowers on summit, 343;
view, 347, 348;
individuality, 348;
geological history, 349.
Magpie, 64, 136.
Mary Lake, 44.
Meadows, glacier, evolution of, 237-239;
termination, 239, 240.
Mertensia, 118.
Middle Park, 229-231.
Mills Moraine, 339, 349.
Milner Pass, 345.
Minnehaha Falls, 306.
Montana, the Chinook wind in, 71, 73.
Moose, yarding habit, 262, 263.
Moraine Lake, 157.
Moraine Park, 338, 340.
Moraines, in Rocky Mountain National Park, 339, 340.
Mt. Audubon, 352.
Mt. Clarence King, 336.
Mt. McHenry, 339.
Mt. Meeker, 42;
altitude, 348;
geological history, 349.
Mt. Orizaba, 59.
Mt. Richthofen, 162.
Mt. Washington (Colo.), 163, 349.
Mt. Wilson, 176.
Mountain-climbing, speed in, 3-6;
keeping the party together, 7;
quarrels, 7, 8;
sickness, 9-11;
autocracy of the guide, 12-14;
a narrow escape, 15, 16;
suggestions to climbers, 18;
advantages of, 18, 19.
Mountain-sickness, 5, 6, 9, 14;
causes and cure, 10, 11.
Muir, John, quoted, 19, 58, 149, 150.
Mummy Mountain, 335.
Mummy Range, 335.
National Monuments, 318, 319.
National Parks, in Canada, 315, 326, 327;
in the United States, 315 note, 318, 319;
need of separate management, 320, 326-329;
perishable attractions, 321;
wild life in, 322, 323;
as an investment, 323, 324;
development, 326;
should be kept separate from Forest Reserves, 326-329;
establishment of Yellowstone Park, 329;
Rocky Mountain National Park, 335-353.
North Park, 229, 231.
Ophir Loop, 176, 180.
Orton, Dr. Edward L., 338.
Ouray, 171, 172.
Ouzel, water, in winter, 272, 273.
Ouzel Lake, 158.
Paint-brush, 118.
Parks, mountain, their characteristics, 229-232;
origin, 233-235;
end, 235-237;
glacier meadows, 237-240;
as camping-places, 240-245.
Parks, National. _See_ National Parks.
Penn, William, 329.
Pika, or cony, 110, 111, 344.
Pike, Zebulon M., 301.
Pike's Peak, situation, 295;
altitude, 295;
accessibility, 295, 296;
view, 296;
characteristics, 297;
attractions, 297-300;
history, 301, 302;
climate, 302-305;
summit, 305;
life zones, 305, 306;
bird-life, 306, 307;
big game, 307;
wild flowers and trees, 308, 309;
geology, 309, 310.
Pillars of Hercules, 300.
Pine, limber, 61-63.
Pine, lodge-pole, 125, 126, 140;
extension of area, 211;
seeding, 211-213;
spread dependent upon fire, 213;
elements of success, 214;
a forest pioneer, 218, 219;
hoarding of seed, 219, 220;
rapidity of growth, 220, 221;
overgrown cones, 221-223;
fruitfulness, 223;
release of seeds, 223;
character of stands, 224;
giving way to other species, 225;
dependence upon fire, 225, 226;
range, 226.
Pine, pitch, 214.
Pine, short-leaved (_Pinus Montezumæ_), 59.
Pine, Western yellow, two stumps, 125, 126;
a good fire-fighter, 129;
preserved by fire, 140.
Porcupine, 270.
Prospect Dome, 300.
Ptarmigan, 102, 113, 114;
in the winter snows, 271, 272;
food, 272.
Rabbit, snowshoe, 344.
Rabbits, 270.
Rats, mountain, 137.
Redwood, 128, 130;
a forest-fire record, 131-133.
Rocky Mountain National Park, location, area, and topography, 335, 336;
geology, 337-340;
forests, 341, 342;
wild flowers, 342, 343;
animal life, 343-345;
roads and trails, 345;
streams, 346;
climate, 346;
scenery, 346-350;
lakes, 350, 351;
accessibility, 352;
visitors, 352, 353.
Rocky Mountains, Colorado, scenery of, 313, 314.
St. Vrain Moraine, 339, 349, 350.
San Cristoval Lake, 157.
San Juan Mountains, and return horses, 170, 171.
Scenery, of the Rocky Mountains, 313, 314;
conservation and destruction, 314-331;
in the United States, 316, 317, 321, 322;
a judicial decision, 324-326;
and forestry, 327-329;
literary and official recognition, 329, 330.
Schneider, Dr. Edward C., quoted, 303-305.
Seven Lakes, 309.
Sheep, mountain, 64;
a flock descending a mountain, 23-28;
as acrobats, 24;
fable as to landing on horns, 28, 29;
shape and size of horns, 29, 30;
a wild leap, 30-32;
accidents, 32, 33;
an agile ram, 33-35;
hoofs, 35;
size, color, and other characteristics, 35, 36;
species and range, 36, 37;
in winter, 37;
excursions to the lowlands, 37, 38;
composition of flocks, 38;
craving for salt, 38;
lambs, 38, 39;
near approach to, 40;
a ram killed by a barbed-wire fence, 40, 41;
the flock on Battle Mountain, 41-46;
fights, 44-46;
threatened extermination, 46;
at high altitudes, 105-107;
watching a forest fire, 142;
clings to the heights in snowy times, 266, 267.
Shoshone Peak, 339.
Silver Lake, 157.
Silverton, 171.
Snow, on summits of the Rocky Mountains, 103;
and animal life, 259-275;
a great snow, 268;
and the Chinook wind, 269.
Snow-slides, started by dynamite, 79;
a prospector outwitted, 79-84;
habits, 81;
observation of, 84-86;
classification, 87-90;
coasting on a slide, 91-94;
a large slide, 94-97.
Solitaire, Townsend's, 64, 154, 241.
South Cheyenne Cañon, 298-300.
South Park, 229.
Sparrow, white-crowned, 64, 102, 115, 154.
Specimen Mountain, 38, 335, 337, 343, 344.
Sprague Glacier, 153, 337.
"Springfield Republican," quoted, 230, 231.
Spruce, Douglas, 140.
Spruce, Engelmann, 61.
Squirrel, Frémont, or pine, 64, 344.
Squirrels, and deep snow, 270, 271;
hibernation, 271.
Stone's Peak, 338, 341.
Storm Peak, 349.
Switzerland, conservation of scenery in, 313-315, 323, 327.
Telluride, 171, 172, 174-176, 183.
Thatch-Top Mountain, mountain sheep on, 23-28.
Thunder Lake, 157, 158.
Timber-line, characteristics of, 49-58;
altitude, 50, 59, 60, 101;
determining factors, 58, 59;
temperature, 60;
species of trees at, 60, 61;
age of trees at, 61, 62;
animal life at, 63, 64;
flowers at, 65;
impressions at, 65, 66;
animal life above, 101, 102, 105-115;
flowers above, 116-120.
Trapper's Lake, 157.
Trees, species at timber-line, 60;
age at timber-line, 61, 62;
resistance to fire, 128-130;
methods of reproduction, 214-216;
tolerance and intolerance, 216-218;
of Pike's Peak, 308.
_See_ also Timber-line.
Trout Lake, 157, 176.
Twin Lakes, 157.
Tyndall, John, 18.
Tyndall Glacier, 338.
Wasp, battle with a beetle, 111.
Weasels, above timber-line, 111, 112;
and chipmunk, 285.
Wild Basin, 338, 341;
description, 350.
Willow, arctic, 61.
Willow, propagation, 215.
Wolves, 266, 268.
Woodchuck, above timber-line, 109.
Woodpeckers, 273.
Yarding, 262-265.
Yellowstone National Park, establishment of, 329.
Zones, life, 305, 306.
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