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Sisson's, Shasta, July 14th, 1888. Dear Louie and all: We have been here two days resting and gazing and meeting old
friends of my mountaineering days. We arrived about ten A.M. and leave for the North to-day about eleven A.M. and will probably
go direct to Portland. The old mountain is, and has been since we came, glorious with crown and drapery of clouds -- now
cloudy, now clear -- bits of points and bosses showing out weirdly through the satiny, gauzy, sun-filled clouds, the whole
summit at times looming to a fearful height in the keen upper heavens with rock-ribs and snow, strange, yet familiar and awful
looking. This morning I felt like attempting to climb. The season has been very stormy and thus far only one man made out
to reach the summit. I suppose I could hardly reach the old ground, but am feeling a little better. Tell Wanda and Helen
I have some nice stories to tell them and I expect to find and gather up many more in the far north woods. Sisson is failing
fast, and so is Mr. Lanfier who anointed my poor toes that freezing time. Have thought of writing the Bulletin, but no success
this way so far. Love to all. Make Anna as comfortable as you can. Ever yours truly, J.M.