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3 lovingly to His precious mtn pines. The brown meadows are nightly frosted browner the yellow aspens are losing their leaves
I wish I could write to you, but hard work near far presses heavily I cannot Nature makes huge demands yet pays a thousand
thousand fold. As in all the mtns I have seen about the head of Merced Tuolumne. This region is a song of God On my way home
yesterday afternoon I gathered you these orange leaves from a grove of one of the San Joaquin Yosemites, little thought I
that you would receive them so soon Remember me to the Doctor the boys to Mrs Mr Moore Keith Farewell Dr Kellogg wishes
to be kindly remembered