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1419 Taylor St. S.F. April 17th 1876 Dear Sister Sarah I was glad the other day to have the hard continuous toil of book
writing interrupted by the postman handing in your letter. It is full of news, but I can think of little to put in the letter
you ask for. My life these days is like the life of a glacier one eternal grind, the top of my head suffers a weariness at
times that you know nothing about. Im glad to see by the hills across the bay, all yellow purple with buttercups gilias, that
spring is blending fast into summer, soon Ill throw down my pen, take up my heels go mountaineering once more. My first book
is taking shape now, is mostly written, but still far from complete. I hope to see it in print, rubbed, scrubbed, elaborated,
some time next year. Among the unlooked for burdens fate is loading upon my toil-doomed shoulders, is this literature in
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