Near camp the gold-cup oak forms sheets of chaparral on top of which we may make our beds. Descending four thousand feet in a few hours, we enter a new world climate, plants, sounds, inhabitants, and scenery all new or changed. Wherever we go in the mountains, or indeed in any of God’s wild fields, we find more than we seek. Calling Carlo, I scrambled home through the Indian Cañon gate, rejoicing, pitying the poor Professor and General bound by clocks, almanacs, orders, duties, etc., and compelled to dwell with lowland care and dust and din where Nature is covered and her voice smothered, while the poor insignificant wanderer enjoys the freedom and glory of God’s wilderness.Īpart from the human interest of my visit to-day, I greatly enjoyed Yosemite, which I had visited only once before, having spent eight days last spring in rambling amid its rocks and waters. He told me long stories of the Florida Seminole war in which he took part, and invited me to visit him in Omaha. The old soldier was very kind, and an interesting talker. Bade farewell to my friend and the General. It seemed strange to sleep in a paltry hotel chamber after the spacious magnificence and luxury of the starry sky and Silver Fir grove. Read part one here, part two here, and part three here.Īugust 4. This is the final part of a four-part series.
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