in margin: stricken words that I cannot go to Springfield with love to all John Muir color from the blue white violets
among the grass on the meadows to the crimson pillars of the snowflower amont the brown needles beneath the firs, ferns mosses
in a thousand moist nooks among the rocks humming-birds among the flowers small zingers among the underbrush wide-winged hawks
eagles floating between the mighty walls; beautiful life light in every form types of stern enduring strength things frail
fleeting meeting together. as if into this grand mountain mansion nature had gathered her choicest treasures whether great
or small