In the Sierra 



and rocks, in the waves of the sun, a part 

 of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor 

 well, but immortal. Just now I can hardly 

 conceive of any bodily condition dependent 

 on food or breath any more than the ground 





ON SECOND BENCH. EDGE OF THE MAIN FOREST BELT, 

 ABOVE COULTERVILLE, NEAR GREELEY's MILL 



or the sky. How glorious a conversion, so 

 complete and wholesome it is, scarce mem- 

 ory enough of old bondage days left as a 

 standpoint to view it from ! In this newness 

 of life we seem to have been so always. 



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