A Thousand-Mile Walk 
sometime I should be able to return and en- 
joy and study this most glorious of forests to 
my heart’s content. We reached San Francisco 
about the first of April, and I remained there 
only one day, before starting for Yosemite 
Valley. 
I followed the Diablo foothills along the San 
José Valley to Gilroy, thence over the Diablo 
Mountains to the valley of the San Joaquin 
by the Pacheco Pass, thence down the valley 
opposite the mouth of the Merced River, thence 
across the San Joaquin, and up into the Sierra 
Nevada to the mammoth trees of Mariposa, 
and the glorious Yosemite, and thence down the 
Merced to this place.? The goodness of the 
weather as I journeyed toward Pacheco was be- 
yond all praise and description — fragrant, mel- 
low, and bright. The sky was perfectly deli- 
cious, sweet enough for the breath of angels; 
every draught of it gave a separate and distinct 
1 At this point the journal ends. The remainder of this 
chapter is taken from a letter written to Mrs. Ezra S. Carr 
from the neighborhood of Twenty Hill Hollow in July, 1868. 
2 Near Snelling, Merced County, California. 
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