d quail and grouse and deer--the magnificent shaggy mule
deer as well as the common species.

As you sweep around so grand a center, the mountain itself seems to
turn, displaying its riches like the revolving pyramids in jewelers'
windows. One glacier after another comes into view, and the outlines of
the mountain are ever changing, though all the way around, from whatever
point of view, the form is maintained of a grand, simple cone with a
gently sloping base and rugged, crumbling ridges separating the glaciers
and the snowfields more or less completely. The play of colors, from the
first touches of the morning sun on the summit, down the snowfields and
the ice and lava until the forests are aglow, is a never-ending delight,
the rosy lava and the fine flushings of the snow being ineffably lovely.
Thus one saunters on and on in the glorious radiance in utter peace and
forgetfulness of time.

Yet, strange to say, there are days even here somewhat dull-looking,
when the mountain seems uncommunicative, sending out no appreciable
invitation, as if not at home. At such time its height seems much less,
as if, crouching and weary, it were taking rest. But Shasta is always
at home to those who love her, and is ever in a thrill of enthusiastic
activity--burning fires within, grinding glaciers without, and fountains
ever flowing. Every crystal dances responsive to the touches of the sun,
and currents of sap in the growing cells of all the vegetation are ever
in a vital whirl and rush, and though many feet and wings are folded,
how many are astir! And the wandering winds, how busy they are, and what
a breadth of sound and motion they make, glinting and bubbling about the
crags of the summit, sifting through the woods, feeling their way from
grove to grove, ruffling the loose hair on the shoulders of the bears,
fanning and rocking young birds in their cradles, making a trumpet of
every corolla, and carrying their fragrance around the world.

In unsettled weather, when storms are growing, the mountain looms
immensely higher, and its miles of height become apparent to all,
especially in the gloom of the gathering clouds, or when the storm is
done and they are rolling away, torn on the edges and melting while in
the sunshine. Slight rainstorms are likely to be encountered in a
trip round the mountain, but one may easily find shelter beneath
well-thatched trees that shed the rain like a roof. Then the shining of
the wet leaves is del