Letters to a Friend 



brother is the necessary result of the delicately 

 balanced blows of well-directed and combined 

 glaciers against the parent rocks which con 

 tained them, only thinly carved and moulded 

 in some instances by the subsequent action of 

 water, etc. 



Libby sent me Tyndall's new book, and I 

 have looked hastily over it. It is an Alpine 

 mixture of very pleasant taste, and I wish I 

 could enjoy reading and talking it with you. 

 I expect Mrs. H. will accompany her husband 

 to the East this winter, and there will not be 

 one left with whom I can exchange a thought. 

 Mrs. H. is going to leave me out all the books 

 I want, and Runkle is going to send me Dar 

 win. These, with my notes and maps, will fill 

 my winter hours, if my eyes do not fail, and, 

 now that you see my whole position, I think 

 that you would not call me to the excitements 

 and distracting novelties of civilization. 



The bread question is very troublesome. I 

 will eat anything you think will suit me. Send 

 up either by express to Big Oak Flat or by any 

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