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ever think that we had been civilized mortals only two days ago. I am writing this curled up between a big fire and a sand
bank on the side of the south fork of the Tuolumne Every once in a while some one throws a pine cone at me and a coolish wind
off the snow scatters leaves and sand over the paper so this letter will be both disc illegible ted and blurry. Everything
up here is just at its best and there is not so very much snow, the air is fine and I feel as if I could walk fifty or so
miles with out half trying, but I just lie here and feel happy and have only walked about two or three. The horses come tomorrow.
I havent heard anything from papa except that 09186