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That memorable day died in purple and gold, and just as the last traces of the sunset faded in the west and the star-lilies filled the sky, the full moon looked down over the rim of the valley, and the great rocks, catching the silvery glow, came forth out of the dusky shadows like very spirits.
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"A Rival of the Yosemite: The Ca?on of the South Fork of King's River, California" The Century Magazine, volume XLIII, number 1 (November 1891) pages 77-97 (at page 86)

 

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