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10 found a little bunchy field mouse at once suspected him of being embroiderer number three. After an exciting chase through
stubble heaps? weed thickets I wearied captured him without being bitten, turned him free to make his mark in a favorable
sand bed. He also embroidered better than he knew at once claimed the authorship of the new track work. I soon learned to
distinguish the pretty sparrow track from that of the Magpie lark with their three delicate trenches the straight scratch
behind made by the back curving claw dragged loosely like the spur of a Mexican Vacqaer the cushioned elastic feet of the
hare frequently were seen mixed with the pattering scratchy prints of the squirrel. I was now wholly trackful I fancied I
could see the air whirling in dimpled like from sparrow lark wings. Earthquake bowlders descending in a song of curves snowflakes
glinting songfully luther Thither 00691 11 The water in music the oar forsakes The air in music the wing forsakes All
things move in music write it The mouse lizard grasshopper sing together on the Turlock sands, sing with the morning stars
Scarce had I began to catch the eternal harmonies of nature when I heard the hearty god daming din of the mule drive, dust
whirled in the sun gold I could see the deleted: illegible sweltering mules leaning forward dragging the heavily piled wheat
wagons deep sunk in the sand, my embroidery perished by the mile but grasshoppers never wearied nor the gray lizards nor the
larks the coarse confusion of man was speedily healed About noon I found a family of grangers feeding remembering your ad
illegible tians anent my health requested leave to join them. My head ached with fever sunshine I could not? dare the ancient
brown bacon nor the bean cakes but water splendid buttermilk came