Letters to a Friend 



and spiry mountain peaks we were again in the 

 third alpine heaven and saw and heard things 

 equal in glory to the purest and best of Yosem- 

 ite itself. Our next camp was beneath a big 

 gray rock at the foot of Mt. Dana. Here we had 

 another rainstorm, which drove us beneath our 

 rock, where we lay in complicated confusion, 

 our forty limbs woven into a knotty piece of 

 tissue compact as felt. 



Next day we worshiped upon high places on 

 the brown cone of Dana and returned to our 

 rock. Next day walked among the flowers and 

 cascades of Bloody Canon and camped at the 

 lake. Rode next day to the volcanic cone near 

 est to the lake, and bade farewell to the party 

 and climbed to the highest crater in the whole 

 range south of the Mono Lake. Well, I shall not 

 try to tell you anything, as it is unnecessary. 

 Prof. Le Conte, whose company I enjoyed ex 

 ceedingly, will tell you all. Ask him in particu 

 lar to tell you about our camp-meeting on the 

 Tenaya rock. I will send you a few choice moun 

 tain plant children by Mrs. Yelverton. If there 

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