The most influential of the grasses composing the sod is a delicate calamagrostis with fine filiform leaves, and loose, airy panicles that seem to float above the flowery lawn like a purple mist.  But, write as I may, I cannot give anything like an adequate idea of the exquisite beauty of these mountain carpets as they lie smoothly outspread in the savage wilderness.  What words are fine enough to picture them I to what shall we liken them?  The flowery levels of the prairies of the old West, the luxuriant savannahs of the South, and the finest of cultivated meadows are coarse in comparison.  One may at first sight compare them with the carefully tended lawns of pleasure-grounds; for they are as free from weeds as they, and as smooth, but here the likeness ends; for these wild lawns, with all their exquisite fineness, have no trace of that painful, licked, snipped, repressed appearance that pleasure-ground lawns are apt to have even when viewed at a distance.  And, not to mention the flowers with which they are brightened, their grasses are very much finer both in color and texture, and instead of lying flat and motionless, matted together like a dead green cloth, they respond to the touches of every breeze, rejoicing in pure wildness, blooming and fruiting in the vital light.

Glacier meadows abound throughout all the alpine and subalpine regions of the Sierra in still greater numbers than the lakes.  Probably from 2500 to 3000 exist between latitude 36 deg. 30’ and 39 deg., distributed, of course, like the lakes, in concordance with all the other glacial features of the landscape.

On the head waters of the rivers there are what are called “Big Meadows,” usually about from five to ten miles long.  These occupy the basins of the ancient ice-seas, where many tributary glaciers came together to form the grand trunks.  Most, however, are quite small, averaging perhaps but little more than three fourths of a mile in length.

One of the very finest of the thousands I have enjoyed lies hidden in an extensive forest of the Two-leaved Pine, on the edge of the basin of the ancient Tuolumne Mer de Glace, about eight miles to the west of Mount Dana.

Imagine yourself at the Tuolumne Soda Springs on the bank of the river, a day’s journey above Yosemite Valley.  You set off northward through a forest that stretches away indefinitely before you, seemingly unbroken by openings of any kind.  As soon as you are fairly into the woods, the gray mountain-peaks, with their snowy gorges and hollows, are lost to view.  The ground is littered with fallen trunks that lie crossed and recrossed like storm-lodged wheat; and besides this close forest of pines, the rich moraine soil supports a luxuriant growth of ribbon-leaved grasses—­bromus, triticum, calamagrostis, agrostis, etc., which rear their handsome spikes and panicles above your waist.  Making your way through the fertile wilderness,—­finding lively bits of interest now and then in the squirrels