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2 I read yesterday your delightful picture of Bloody Canon, and thought it cruel that I could not go there, too. Your description
is so fresh, vivid, and poetic withal, that it made me homesick again for all those glorious surprises hid away among the
Upper Sierras. No scenery seems to me worth exploring but that. I am sure, if God is good, that I shall some day do what I
have always longed to do since I saw the Yosemite, - wander up and away into that world of solemn whiteness which we sighted
afar off from Glacier Point, and which, as you told us, held such splendors of snowy crest and waterfall, and such wonderful
lilies growing under the shadow of the Hoffman Mts. I want all the lilies and the sharp rocky paths, the grizzlies and the
waddling furred Monos to be there when I see them. If I could have my 3 way, I would sell all my belongings, and depart
to spend all the year in the Yosemite and its neighboring Sierras for the winter; and in that I would go about the country
lecturing to simple folk, so as to get money to keep me alive. I wonder how you are content to stay away so long, but I suppose
you can do your writing vent much better where books and authorities are to be had for consultation. It delights me to hear
that you propose to wander to Boston one of these days. If to Boston, then to Concord; and here we will do our best to make
you feel at home, and will show you all the sorry little sights we have by way of illegible . Perhaps I shall be in Boston
again by the time you get there; and then I could act as your Cicerone about my old haunts there. Wouldn t I have my revenge
in taking you up the steps of Bunker Hill Monument, and round about through