Letters to a Friend 



About a week ago at daybreak I started up 

 the mountain near Glacier Point to see Pohono 

 in its upper woods and to study the kind of life 

 it lived up there. I had a glorious day and 

 reached my cabin at daylight by walking all 

 night. Oh, what a night among those moon 

 shadows! It was seven o'clock A.M., when I 

 reached the top of the Cathedral Rocks, a 

 most glorious twenty-two hours of life amid 

 nameless peaks and meadows and the upper 

 cataracts of Pohono. 



Mr. Hutchings told me next morning that 

 I had done two or three days' climbing in one 

 and that I was shortening my life, but I had a 

 whole lifetime of enjoyment and I care but lit 

 tle for the arithmetical length of days. I can 

 hardly realize that I have not yet seen you 

 here. 



I thank you for sending me so many friends, 

 but I am waiting for you. I am going up the 

 mountain soon to see your lily garden at the top 

 of Indian Canon. 



"Let the Pacific islands lie." 

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