I thank you most heartily for the very kind invitation you send me. I
could enjoy a blink of rest in your new home with a relish that only those
can know who have suffered solitary banishment for so many years, but
I must return to the mountains, to Yosemite. I am told that the winter
storms there will not be easily borne, but I am bewitched, enchanted,
and to-morrow I must start for the great temple to listen to the winter
songs and sermons preached and sung only there.
The plains here are green already and the upper mountains have the pearly
whiteness of their first snows.
Farewell. I will bring you some cones in the spring. I hope that you
enjoy your labor in your new sphere.