Letters to a Friend 



Emily and the rocks there and Yuba. Then, 

 perhaps, a few days among auriferous drifts 

 on the Tuolumne, and then to Oakland and 

 that book, walking across the Coast Range on 

 the way, either through one of the passes or 

 over Mt. Diablo. I feel a sort of nervous fear 

 of another period of town dark, but I don't 

 want to be silly about it. The sun glow will all 

 fade out of me and I will be deathly as Shasta 

 in the dark, but mornings will come, dawnings 

 of some kind, and if not, I have lived more than 

 a common eternity already. 



Farewell, don't overwork; that is not the work 

 your Father wants. I wish you could come 

 a-beeing in the Shasta honey lands. Love to the 

 boys. 



Brownsville, Yuba Co., [Cal.,] 

 January I9th, 1875. 



My dear Mrs. Mother Carr, here are some 



of the dearest and bonniest of our Father's 



bairns, the little ones that so few care to see. 



I never saw such enthusiasm in the care and 



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