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3rd In all my lonely journeys among the most distant and difficult pathless, passless mountains, I never wander, am never
lost. Providence guides through every danger and takes me to all the truths which I need to learn, and some day I hope to
show you my sheaves, my big bound pages of mountain gospel. I have just been busy moving my few chattels from Hutchings to
Blacks, about half a mile down the valley and I sense feel at home. Tidings of the great far sweeping fires have reached our
hidden home and I am thankful that your section of towns and farms has been spared I heard a few weeks ago from David and
Joanna and learn that all is well 00631 copy 1 1871 a copy of mothers letter Yosemite Valley November 16th Dear Mother
Our highwalled home is quiet now, travel has ceased for the season, and I have returned from my last hard exploratory ramble
in the summit mountains. I will remain during the winter at Blacks hotel taking care of the premises and working up the data
which I have ga illegible during these last months and years concerning the ancient glacial system of this wonderful region.
For the last two or three months I have worked incessantly among the most remote and undiscoverable of the deep Canons of
this Merced basin, finding many a mountain page glorious with the writing of God and in characters that any earnest eye could
read. The few Scientific men who have written upon this region tell is that Yosemite Valley is unlike anything else, an exceptional