Yosemite Valley Dec 17th, 71? 72 My dear Keith I hope that you still hunger thirst for the beauty wh is here, that the
landscapes you beheld from our clean mountain windows have not become dim. Human souls are possess ed of wonderful vitality
else they would die in the fearful choke damps of towns. I had to make two journeys to the upper temples ere I could rid myself
of the fearful smokes smells of your sunken region The sky of our illegible