We are again out on the verge of overhanging, lichen-stained and weather-worn slabs. Immediately below us is void space. A stone dislodged here would find no rest for two thousand feet. On our right, is one of the farthest outlying spurs of Mt. Starr King, up whose front from the valley, foot by foot, the pines and other conifers have fought their way. The seed has fallen in rocky places, but it has thrived in this, its rugged home. Wherever the space of a hand's breadth, or a pocket of disintegrated granite, though but a bushel, has given the seed opportunity to sprout, there the hardy nurseling has thrust in its tiny toes, and clutched the hillside, though in the after-fight only one side of it could grow to normal proportion. […]
From: Charles Quincy Turner, Yosemite Valley Through the Stereoscope, Underwood & Underwood, New York, 1902, pp. 62-63.
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