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I say again, come to Yosemite. I am making a log cabin where you can nestle in calm, when we go to the upper Yosemites I will
have a horse tent ready for you. We will drift about the blessed mtn's softly as winged seeds, every night I'll make you a
better bed than Milton made for Adam, you will not take cold for mtn trees are full of sunshine gums, we'll make a sunrise
of a fire, that will glow all through the night. You will learn how mountains are carved to this beauty, you will bathe in
bodily beamless light, Light that contains rays that no chemist, no colorist ever found. You will drink pure Mtn' winds those
glorious gul illegible streams of the sky, Come To you it matters little how many inches you are from Concord. You are angeled
safe, come a whole year if you can. Think How a whole Yo- Semite year would shine in the middle sky of a life like yours.
Perhaps too much has been written perhaps these sheets may have some impertinence, but I'll not take any blame for they illegible
themselves. I often looked down to my pen asked, what are you saying? The mtns themselves are calling you. I wish you were
here this night to be trotted dumpled on this mountain knee, Most cordially yrs John Muir -