[1] Squirrelville [Autumn, 1870] Sequoia Co Nut time
Dear Mrs Carr Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! seems all I can say Sometime ago I left all for Sequoia & have been & am at his feet fasting & praying for light, for is he not the greatest light in the woods ; in the world. Where is such columns of sunshine, tangible, accessible, terrestrialized. Well may I fast, not from bread but from business, bookmaking, duty doing & other trifles, & great is my reward already for the manly treely sacrifice. What giant truths since coming to gigantean, What magnificent clusters of Sequoic becauses From here I cannot recite you one, for you are down a thousand fathoms deep in dark political quagg, not a burr length less. But I'm in the woods woods woods, & they are in me-ee-ee. The King tree & me have sworn eternal love - sworn it without swearing & Ive taken the sacrament with Douglass Squirrell drank Sequoia wine, Sequoia blood, & with
