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1 Squirrelville Autumn, 1870 Sequoia Co Nut time Dear Mrs Carr Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold Behold
seems all I can say Sometime ago I left all for Sequoia have been am at his feet fasting praying for light, for is he not
the greatest light in the woods ; in the world. Where is such columns of sunshine, tangible, accessible, terrestrialized.
Well may I fast, not from bread but from business, bookmaking, duty doing other trifles, great is my reward already for the
manly treely sacrifice. What giant truths since coming to gigantean, What magnificent clusters of Sequoic becauses From here
I cannot recite you one, for you are down a thousand fathoms deep in dark political quagg, not a burr length less. But I'm
in the woods woods woods, they are in me-ee-ee. The King tree me have sworn eternal love - sworn it without swearing Ive taken
the sacrament with Douglass Squirrell drank Sequoia wine, Sequoia blood, with