In the Sierra 



July, at our first camp in the Hollow, writ- 

 ten in May, in which he said that he might 

 possibly visit California some time this sum- 

 mer, and therefore hoped to meet me. But 

 inasmuch as he named no meeting-place, 

 and gave no directions as to the course he 

 would probably follow, and as I should be 

 in the wilderness all summer, I had not the 

 slightest hope of seeing him, and all thought 

 of the matter had vanished from my mind 

 until this afternoon, when he seemed to be 

 wafted bodily almost against my face. Well, 

 to-morrow I shall see ; for, reasonable or 

 unreasonable, I feel I must go. 



August^. Had a wonderful day. Found 

 Professor Butler as the compass-needle finds 

 the pole. So last evening's telepathy, tran- 

 scendental revelation, or whatever else it 

 may be called, was true ; for, strange to 

 say, he had just entered the valley by way 

 of the Coulterville Trail and was coming 

 up the valley past El Capitan when his 

 presence struck me. Had he then looked 

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