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4 I went out into the forest, by its light, away from the sound of the camp. There is but a shelf between the lake and the
cliffs and peaks, in this place and the trees are nobly tall and straight as they climb from the waters edge upward. But at
night they become grace, majestic pillars that support the silent, sparkling sky overhead. I lay a long time among the ferns
at the foot of one of these mighty columns 1 Emerald Bay, Lake Tahoe, Cal July 30th. My dear Mr Muir I wonder
if you are still in these mountains or whether you have left them to return home and brood those manuscripts that need to
be made ready for the printer. Marian and I are well, in a region that you must know, enjoying the loveliness of it, but
in a less 04551