A Thousand-Mile Walk 



sometime I should be able to return and en 

 joy and study this most glorious of forests to 

 my heart s content. We reached San Francisco 

 about the first of April, and I remained there 

 only one day, before starting for Yosemite 

 Valley. 1 



I followed the Diablo foothills along the San 

 Jose Valley to Gilroy, thence over the Diablo 

 Mountains to the valley of the San Joaquin 

 by the Pacheco Pass, thence down the valley 

 opposite the mouth of the Merced River, thence 

 across the San Joaquin, and up into the Sierra 

 Nevada to the mammoth trees of Mariposa, 

 and the glorious Yosemite, and thence down the 

 Merced to this place. 2 The goodness of the 

 weather as I journeyed toward Pacheco was be 

 yond all praise and description fragrant, mel 

 low, and bright. The sky was perfectly deli 

 cious, sweet enough for the breath of angels; 

 every draught of it gave a separate and distinct 



1 At this point the journal ends. The remainder of this 

 chapter is taken from a letter written to Mrs. Ezra S. Carr 

 from the neighborhood of Twenty Hill Hollow in July, 1868. 



2 Near Snelling, Me-rced County, California. 



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