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4 This is about the limit of what I feel capable of doing for the public - the moiling squirming fog breathing public.
But for my few friends I can do more because they already know the mtn harmonies can catch the tones I gather for them though
written in a few harsh gravelly sentences. Here you demand an account of work accomplished for either friends or public, well
this is all. Next morning after reaching Turlock I sped afoot over the stubble fields through miles of brown hemzon? purple
Eriognum? to Hopeton conscious of but little more than that the great town was behind beneath me, the mtns above before me.
Next day pushed on through the oaks chaparral of the foothills - Next passed Coulterville ascended the first great mtn step
upon wh grows the Sugar Pine. Here I slackened my pace for I drank the spicy rosing wind was at home, Never did pine trees
seem so dear, How sweet was their breath their song, how grandly they illegible . 1 Yosemite Valley Dec 25th 72 Dear
Mrs Carr, My memories of that far off country of Oakland are already dim as if worn by the waves of a hundred winters, but
your self- sacrificing everlasting love burns clear to my eye as a naked sun For you my friend I could sing thanks praise
on a thousand pages but you know my gratitude better than any song can tell I need not sound a single note The light of our
friendship requires no adjustment -, like a planet, it will burn along its own path without our care, for all of the clean
love that the world contains is divine, circles around God as stars around their sun. You told me I ought to abandon letter
writing, I see plainly enough that you 00639