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7. Sept, 1874 Yosemite Valley Dear Mrs Carr. Here again are pine trees the wind living rock water. Ive met two of my ousels
on one of the peelbe ripples of the river where I used to be with them. Most of the meadow gardens are disenchanted dead,
yet I found a few mint spikes asters brave sunful golden rods a patch of the tiny mimalas that has two spots on each lip The
fragrance the color o the form, the whole spiritual expression of golden rods are hopeful strength giving beyond dug? other
flowers that I know a single spike is sufficient to heal unbelief melancholy On leaving Oakland I was so excited over my escape
that of course I forgot left all the accounts I was to collect, No wonder no matter. I m beneath that grand old pine that
I have heard so often in storms both in the night day It sings grandly