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letterhead 1 July 11 1896 My dear Helen Wanda. I began to write you a letter this morning but had to close it about
as soon as I commenced, for Sargent Gen. Abbott Hugue Brewer were watiing to start from the lake to the Falls. Well we had
a grand ride, it rained last night a little this mornig fine hearty big-dropped thunder showesr from big bossy cumulous clouds
so everything - woods meadows wild gardens are fresh shining of course the dust was laid. Only the geyers boiling springs
sputtering mushy paint pots were unchange, winter summer storms calms are all 02114 letterhead 2 alike to them Nature
seems desperately in earnest here in her big rocky mountain kitchen keeps her pots boiling no matter what happens. The ride
yesterday over the Continental Divide when the streams flow on one side to the Atlantic Ocean on the other to the Pacific
(look at your globe). was delightful so was the sail across the Yellowstone Lake ground forests mountains all around it the
blue pure water charms me. Get a map find this lake. It is about 22 miles long lies embosomed in dark close pine spruce woods
at a height of more than 8,000 feet above the sea The Yellowstone river flows out of it 02124