August 23 and 24, 1877
Our camping ground encircled by forest
trees and about a mile from the goal of our ambitions was left about
"Oh, that isn't much of a climb," exclaimed our leader, as we looked
together up the smooth granite slope before us, standing at an angle of
about
Taking off his boots and putting on some home-made moccasins, the soles of which he had previously covered with turpentine, thick in consistency, then winding the coil of rope over his shoulder and under his arm, he picked up a hammer (which he fastened in his belt) and some iron eye-bolts; [He] said "Well, here goes!"
Walking up the smooth granite as if it were a gravel hill, he arrived
at the first shingle. "Now," he said, "I'll put an eye-bolt here."
So an eye-bolt was driven in and the rope fastened to it, allowing the
lower end to reach the starting point. Here a huge block of shingle
was encountered. Fastening about twelve feet to his belt, so that if
he slipped he could not fall more than that distance, he proceeded,
taking hold of the edge of the shingle, and advancing inch by inch.
But he had made the rope too short to allow him to reach the next
point of safety. He said composedly, "Now
I tried, but the rope was small and my fingers long and I couldn't
get a good grip. "If you cannot get up I shall have to fall."— "Then
I'll come." Catching the small rope over-handed, I knelt upon the
rock and crept along aided by the rope, until I reached the eye-bolt
and could just reach to his foot. This I held until he got a grip that
enabled him to move his other foot. In a couple of minutes he was in
a place of safety. Obstacle after obstacle was overcome, and finally
we were standing firmly on the summit of
It is impossible to describe the glorious panorama! Mountain ridges and hollows, pine covered, like waves of the sea—with here and there white knolls, relieving the dark hollows! While away to the eastward lay the grand chain of the Sierras—lofty peaks in sunlight and deep canyons in shadow, passing clouds casting shadows on the peaks.
Deep in the gorge below slept Yosemite. The panorama—to the
north and east—the top of
Forest fires are on every hand making the landscape hazy and dull. I execrate the vandalism of the sheep-herders!
Aug. 23d: G. G. Anderson, J. G. Lambert
Aug. 24th: G. G. Anderson, Mrs. A. L. Sweetland,
The entire area of the summit is only about 100 ft. by 75 ft. Two
monuments erected gave evidence of someone having ascended this
peak before us. We erected a flag pole, put up a flag, painted by