BUT THERE IS ONE TREE THAT FOR THE FOOTER OF THE MOUNTAIN TRAILS IS VOICELESS; IT SPEAKS, NO DOUBT, BUT IT SPEAKS ONLY TO THE AUSTERE MOUNTAIN HEADS, TO THE MINDFUL WIND AND THE WATCHING STARS. IT SPEAKS AS MEN SPEAK TO ONE ANOTHER AND ARE NOT HEARD BY THE LITTLE ANTS CRAWLING OVER THEIR BOOTS. THIS IS THE BIG TREE, THE SEQUOIA.