In the Sierra 



the lowlander never dreams of, watching 

 the circling seasons, listening to the songs 

 of the waters and winds and birds, would be 

 endless pleasure. And what glorious cloud- 

 lands I should see, storms and calms, - - a new 

 heaven and a new earth every day, aye and 

 new inhabitants. And how many visitors I 

 should have. I feel sure I should not have 

 one dull moment. And why should this ap- 

 pear extravagant? It is only common sense, 

 a sign of health, genuine, natural, all-awake 

 health. One would be at an endless God- 

 ful play, and what speeches and music and 

 acting and scenery and lights ! sun, moon, 

 stars, auroras. Creation just beginning, the 

 morning stars " still singing together and all 

 the sons of God shouting for joy.' 3 



August 21. Have just returned from a 

 fine wild excursion across the range to Mono 

 Lake, by way of the Mono or Bloody Canon 

 Pass. Mr. Delaney has been good to me all 

 summer, lending a helping, sympathizing 



hand at every opportunity, as if my wild 



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