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yesterday I began to try to cook a mess of bees, but have not yet succeeded in making the ink run sweet. The blessed brownies
illegible buzz in this temperature, what can a body do about it. Maybe Ignorance is the deil that is spoiling the-the-the
broth- the nectar, perhaps I ought to go out gather some more Melissa thyme white sage for the pot. The streets here are barren
beeless ineffably mudy mean looking. How people can keep hold of the conceptions of New Jerusalems immortality of souls with
so much mud gutter, is to me admirably strange. A E illegible bush on every other corner, standing tied to a painted stick,
a geranium sprout in a pot on every tenth window sill may help heavenward? a little, but how little amid so muckle down dragging
mud Thus much for despondency, per contra the grass grain is growing man will be fed, the nations will be glad etc, the
sun rises every day. Helen is well out of danger, is very nearly her own sweet amiable engaging little self again, I can see
her at least once a week I m living with Mr Upham am comfortable as possible. Summer will soon be again. When you come
to the city visit me, see how bravely I endure so touching a lesson of resignation to metropolitan evils goods should not
be lightly missed. Hoping all goes well with you I am cordially your friend. John Muir.