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said that on those trips, when he was at a convenient dis- 

 tance from home in a neighborhood where he wished 

 to Hnger, he always shot a deer, and, after eating a consid- 

 erable part of it, loaded himself with the balance of the 

 meat on his way home. In this way his cabin was always 

 well supplied with venison, and occasionally with bear- 

 meat and grouse, and no weary traveler ever went away 

 from it hungry. 



The value of mountain air in prolonging life is well 

 exempHfied in the case of Mr. Clark, who, while working 

 in mines, had contracted a severe cold that settled on his 

 lungs and finally caused severe inflammation and bleed- 

 ing. None of his friends thought he would ever recover, 

 for the physicians told him he had but a short time to live. 

 It was then that he repaired to the beautiful sugar-pine 

 woods at Wawona and took up a claim, including the fine 

 meadows there, built his cabin and began his life of 

 wandering and exploring in the adjacent neighborhood, 

 usually going bareheaded. In a remarkably short time 

 his lungs were healed. 



He was one of the most sincere tree lovers I ever knew. 

 About twenty years before his death he made choice of 

 a plat in the Yosemite cemetery on the north side of the 

 valley, not far from the Yosemite Fall, and selecting a 

 dozen or so of seedling Sequoias in the Mariposa Grove 

 he brought them to the valley and planted them around 

 the ground he had chosen for his grave. The soil there 

 is gravelly and dry, but by careful watering he finally 

 nursed most of them into good, thrifty, hopeful saplings 

 that doubtless will long shade the grave of their friend 

 and lover. 



