The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

What more can we require? Nothing but time.

In old times, the settlers used to be astounded by the inroads of the northern Indians, coming down upon them from this mountain rampart, through some defile k…

An afternoon drive from Los Angeles will take you up into the high mountains, where eagles circle above the forests and the cold blue lakes, or out over the Mo…