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Yosemite July 29th 1870 My dear friend Mrs Carr I am very very blessed The valley is full of people but they do not annoy
me I resolve in pathless places in higher rocks than the world his ribbony wife can reach, Had I not been blunted by hard
work in the mill crazed by Sabbath raids among the high places of this heaven I would have written you long since I have spent
every Sabbath for the last two months in the spirit world screaming among the peaks outside meadows like a negro Methodist
in revival time, every intervening clump of week days in trying to fix down assimilate my shapeless harvests of revealed glory
into the spirit into the common earth of my existence, I am rich rich beyond measure. not in rectangular blocks of sifted
knowledge or in their sheets of beauty hung picture like about the walls of memory - but in unselected atmospheres in margin:
shortening my life, but I had a whole lifetime of enjoyment I care but little for the arithmetical length of my days I can
hardly realize that I have not yet seen you here. I thank you for sending me so many friends but I am wanting for you. I am
going up the mountain soon to see your Lily garden at the top of Indian Canon. Let the pacific islands lie. My love to Allie?
all your boys to the illegible Tell him that I have been tracing glaciers in all the illegible canons towards the summit.
Ever illegible J Muir