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Original letter returned to Mrs. J. B. McChesney To Alice McChesney Sisson Station, Foot of Mount Shasta, November 8th,
1874. My dear Highland lassie Alice; It is a stormy day here at the foot of the big snowy Shasta and so I am in Sisson's
house where it is cosy and warm. There are four lassies here - one is bonnie, one is bonnier, and one is far bonniest, but
I don't know them yet and I am a little lonesome and wish Alice McChesney were here. I can never help thinking that you were
a little unkind in sending me off to the mountains without a kiss and you must make that up when I get back. I was up on
the top of Mt. Shasta, and it is very high and all deep buried in snow, and I am tired with the hard climbing and wading and
wallowing. When I was coming up here on purpose to climb Mt. Shasta people would often say to me, 'Where are you going?' and
I would say, ' To Shasta,' and they would say, 'Shasta City?' And I would say, 'Oh, no, I mean Mt. Shasta ' Then they would
laugh and say, ' Mt. Shasta Why man, you can't go on Mt. Shasta now. You're two months too late. The snow is ten feet deep
on it, and you would be all buried up in the snow, and freeze to death.' And then I would say, 'But I like snow, and I like
frost and ice, and I'm used to climbing and wallowing in it.' And they would say, 'Oh, that's all right enough to talk about
or sing about, but I'm a mountaineer myself, and know all about that Shasta Butte and you just can't go noway and nohow.'
But I did go, because I loved snow and mountains better than they did. Some places I had to creep, and some places to slide,
and some places to scramble, but most places I had to climb, climb, climb deep in the frosty snow. I started at half past
two in the morning, all alone, and it stormed wildly and beautifully before I got back here and they thought, that poor, crazy
mountain climber must be frozen solid and lost below the drifts, but I found a place at the foot of a low bunch of trees and
made a hollow and gathered wood and built a cheery fire and soon was warm; and though the wind and the snow swept wildly past,
I was snug, bug, rug, and in three days I came down here. But I liked the storm and wanted to stay longer. The weather is
stormy yet, and most of the robins are getting ready to go away to a warmer place, and so they are gathering into big flocks.
I saw them getting their breakfast this morning on cherries. Some hunters are here and so we get plenty of wild venison to
eat, and they killed two bears and nailed their skins on the side of the barn to dry. There are lots of both bears and deer
on Shasta, and three kinds of squirrels. Shasta snowflakes are very beautiful, and I saw them finely under my magnifying
glass. Here are some bonnie Crataegus leaves I gathered for you. Fare ye well, my lassie. I'm going tomorrow With some hunters
to see if I can find out something more about bears or wild sheep. Give my love to your mother and father and Carrie, and
tell your mother to keep my letters until I come back, for I don't want to know anything just now except mountains. But I
want your papa to write to me, for I will be up here hanging about the snowy skirts of Shasta for one or two or three weeks.
It is a dark wild night, and the Shasta squirrels are curled up cosily in their nests, and the grouse have feather pantlets
on and are all roosting under the broad shaggy branches of the fir trees. Goodnight, my lassie, and may you nest well and
sleep well as the Shasta squirrels and grouse. John Muir Address J. Muir, Berryvale, Siskiyou Co., Cala.