My First Summer 



spiritual beauty, divine thought, however 

 covered and concealed by rock and snow. 



Mr. Delaney has hardly had time to ask 

 me how I enjoyed my trip, though he has 

 facilitated and encouraged my plans all sum- 

 mer, and declares I '11 be famous some day, 

 a kind guess that seems strange and incredi- 

 ble to a wandering wilderness-lover with 

 never a thought or dream of fame while 

 humbly trying to trace and learn and enjoy 

 Nature's lessons. 



The camp stuff is now packed on the 

 horses, and the flock is headed for the home 

 ranch. Away we go, down through the pines, 

 leaving the lovely lawn where we have 

 camped so long. I wonder if I '11 ever see it 

 again. The sod is so tough and close it is 

 scarcely at all injured by the sheep. Fortu- 

 nately they are not fond of silky glacier 

 meadow grass. The day is perfectly clear, 

 not a cloud or the faintest hint of a cloud is 

 visible, and there is no wind. I wonder if in 

 all the world, at a height of nine thousand 

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