At Smoky Jack’s Sheep Camp January 1st, 1869. Since coming to this Pacific land of flowers I have walked with Nature on the sheeted plains, along the broidered foothills of the great Sierra Nevada, and up in the higher piney balsam scented forests of the cool mountains. In these walks there has been no human method – no law – no rule. A strong butterfly full of sunshine settles not long at any place. It goes by crooked unanticipated paths from flower to flower. Sometimes leaving blossoms of every taste it alights in the mud of a stream, or glances up into the shadows of high trees, or settles on loose sand
Original journal dimensions: 14 x 18 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
John Muir, journals, drawings, writings, travel, journaling, naturalist