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West Walker River Near Wellingtons Station, July 11th 1878 Dear Strentzels. We are now fairly free in the sunny basin of
the grand old sea that stretched from the Wasatch to the Sierra. There is something perfectly enchanting to me in this young
desert with its stranded island ranges. How in margin: 665 bravely they rejoice in the flooding sunshine endure the heat illegible
All goes well in camp. We have ridden our first 200 miles. All the Indians we meet are harmless as Sage bushes though perhaps
about as bitter at heart The rim here goes brawling out into the plain after breaking through a range of basaltic lava. In
three days we shall be on top of Mt Grant, the highest peak of 00801