In the Sierra 



through the pine woods past the Soda 

 Springs Dome in the dark, where there is 

 much fallen timber, and when all the ex- 

 citement of seeing things was wanting, I 

 was tired. Arrived at the main camp at 

 nine o'clock, and soon was sleeping sound 

 as death. 



September 9. Weariness rested away and 

 I feel eager and ready for another excursion 

 a month or two long in the same wonderful 

 wilderness. Now, however, I must turn 

 toward the lowlands, praying and hoping 

 Heaven will shove me back again. 



The most telling thing learned in these 

 mountain excursions is the influence of cleav- 

 age joints on the features sculptured from the 

 general mass of the range. Evidently the de- 

 nudation has been enormous, while the in- 

 evitable outcome is subtle balanced beauty. 

 Comprehended in general views, the features 

 of the wildest landscape seem to be as har- 

 moniously related as the features of a human 

 face. Indeed, they look human and radiate 

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