In the Sierra 



I would build a cabin of pine logs, pile up 

 plenty of firewood about it and stay all winter 

 to see the grand fertile snow-storms, watch 

 the birds and animals that winter thus high, 

 how they live, how the forests look snow- 



ONE OF THE HIGHEST MT. RITTER FOUNTAINS 



laden or buried, and how the avalanches look 

 and sound on their way down the mountains. 

 But now I '11 have to go, for there is nothing 

 to spare in the way of provisions. I '11 surely 

 be back, however, surely I '11 be back. No 

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