6 a week from the burning plains of San Joaquin Autumn I was lost in the blinding snows of mountain winter. Descending these
higher mts' towards the Yo Semite the snow gradually disappeared from the pines the sky, tender leaves unfolded less less
doubtfully lillies violets appeared again I once more found spring in the grand valley thus meet blind the seasons of these
mountains plains, beautiful in their joinings as those of lake land or of the bands of the rainbow. The room is full of talking
men. I cannot write I only attempt to scrawl this note to thank you for all the good news good thoughts friendly wishes ?
remembrances you send. My kindest wishes to the Dr I am sure you will be directed by illegible to the place where you will
best serve the end of in margin: existence illegible all your family. Ever yours most cordially JM 00461