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6 5 notebooks already Lots of sketches glacier Mtns, Indians, Indian towns etc So you may be sure I have been busy if I
could only hear a word now then from that home in the California hills I would be the happiest patientiest man in all Hyperborea.
I am alone in the cabin the engine is grinding away making the lamp that is never lighted now rattle, the joints creak everywhere
the good Corwin is glinding swiftly over smooth blue water about half way to St Laurence Island, now I must to bed, But before
I go I reach my arms towards you pray God to keep you all. Good night. 01016