In the Sierra 



always. It is so calm and withdrawn while 

 open to the universe in full communion with 

 everything good. To the north of this glori- 

 ous meadow I discovered the camp of some 

 Indian hunters. Their fire was still burn- 

 ing, but they had not yet returned from the 

 chase. 



From meadow to meadow, every one 

 beautiful beyond telling, and from lake to 

 lake through groves and belts of arrowy trees, 

 I held my way northward toward Mt. Con- 

 ness, finding telling beauty everywhere, 

 while the encompassing mountains were 

 calling " Come." Hope I may climb them 

 all. 



August 1 2 . The sky-scenery has changed 

 but little so far with the change in elevation. 

 Clouds about .05. Glorious pearly cumuli 

 tinted with purple of ineffable fineness of 

 tone. Moved camp to the side of the glacier 

 meadow mentioned above. To let sheep 

 trample so divinely fine a place seems bar- 

 barous. Fortunately they prefer the succu- 

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