My First Summer 



day. I 'm glad I 'm not great enough to be 

 missed in the busy world. 



August 4. It seemed strange to sleep 

 in a paltry hotel chamber after the spacious 

 magnificence and luxury of the starry sky 

 and silver fir grove. Bade farewell to my 

 friend and the General. The old soldier 

 was very kind, and an interesting talker. 

 He told me long stories of the Florida 

 Seminole war, in which he took part, and 

 invited me to visit him in Omaha. Calling 

 Carlo, I scrambled home through the In- 

 dian Canon gate, rejoicing, pitying the poor 

 Professor and General, bound by clocks, 

 almanacs, orders, duties, etc., and compelled 

 to dwell with lowland care and dust and 

 din, where Nature is covered and her voice 

 smothered, while the poor, insignificant 

 wanderer enjoys the freedom and glory of 

 God's wilderness. 



Apart from the human interest of my 

 visit to-day, I greatly enjoyed Yosemite, 

 which I had visited only once before, 



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