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Title: The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Yard, Robert Sterling, 1861-1945
Subjects: National parks and reserves
Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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T But do you understand just how to do it? askedDoctor McKinley. No, said Margaret, but what do I care? Jackdoes. Dont you. Jack? Jack went over the plan carefully with DoctorMcKinley, and made notes and diagrams. Then henodded confidently to Margaret. All right, kid, he said, Ive got it. Well get thegirls and do it the minute we get home. I know justthe place. This was their first afternoon in the Sequoia NationalPark. They had come in by automobile stage from therailroad-station in the valley, and had settled at thecamp in the Giant Forest. They had found DoctorMcKinley awaiting them. Their first move, naturally,had been to visit the General Sherman Tree; theyspent the afternoon there. Why are all those sticks hanging to the bark?asked Margaret. Uncle Billy investigated. He threw bits of wood atthem, and finally succeeded in dislodging one, whichhe examined carefully. It has been pointed with a knife, he said, andhas somebodys name written on the side of it. Doctor McKinley laughed.
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Sunrise in the Giant Forest ^0^ THE TOP OF THP: CONTINENT Those people who have the craze for carving orwriting their names everywhere, he said, are stoppedhere by the rules. Government imposes fines uponthose who deface the big trees. So that is the waythey get around the rules. It is harmless enough. Itdoes not hurt the spongy bark to shoot a sharpenedstick into it. The bark is a foot and a half thick. Tm going to do it, too, cried Margaret. But Jack was already sharpening a stick, and aftermany tries he succeeded in so throwing it that thepointed end penetrated and held the bark ten feet ormore above their heads. **It is only polite, Margaret said, **to leave ourcards when calling. General Sherman wont forgetus, now. The next mornings walk through the tangled GiantForest was an experience full of pleasure. The ex-treme luxuriance of growth astonished them. Giganticsugar-pines here reached their limit of two hundredfeet, and the Douglas fir vied with them. Yellowpines, their bark fi

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