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Rose leaf in top left corner And now here comes the third big sheet nothing said. The most ex tensive letters are capable
of containing but little more than mere compliments. Here Mrs Bidwell is a rose leaf from a wild briar on Mt Diablo whose
leaves are more flowers than its petals. Is nt? it beautiful? That New Yosemite Valley is located in the heart of the Middle
Fork Canon, the most remote inaccessible, one of the very grandest of all the mountain temples of the range. It is still sacred
to Nature its gardens untrodden every nook rejoicing cataract wears the bloom glad sun beauty of primeral wildness. Ferns
lilies grasses over ones head. I saw a flock of five deer in one of its open meadows, a grizzly bear quietly munching acorns
under a tree within a few steps. The cold was keen searching the night I spent on the summit by the edge of a glacier lake
22 degrees below the freezing point, a storm wind blowing in fine hearty surges among the shattered cliffs overhead, to crown
all, snow flowers began to fly a few minutes after midnight causing me to fold that quilt of yours fly to avoid a serious
snowbound. By daylight I was down in the Main Middle Fork in a milder climate safer position at an elevation of only 7500
feet. All the summit