Peaks playmates of winds lasting every storm now [bathed] with alpenglow now in the dark [robes] of night. Thin crystals reflecting the stars & [lake] yrs. standing staunch against every onset of the [storm] decked with snow [barrens] JM the wild sheep entrenched in [ ] fastnesses. A little sparkling beauty of [a] fall. A region abounding in clear crystal Lake Minnesota—sky colored water nothing left of the Red Men save those sounding names. The sun began his work of gilding the forests. No smoke of camp in [bliss] the silent landscape No sound than the squirrel call of the grouse [snort] of deer & roar of the [tourist]
The lonely silent empty places of the wilderness are well peopled. Many a night I lay down by the [torrent] edge. The lonely meadow the silent [shade] of the firs. JM The roar of a great fall sounded thro the twilight” “It was a wild picture. The pine trees standing in inky blackness the rushing water white with foam etc. Every turn in the river brought some fresh surprise new falls new water combinations of rocks & [ ] reedy shallows in meads [meadows] Some lake basin filled etc. JM The whispering pine the [song] of water silent slipping JM
Original journal dimensions: 10 x 16.5 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
John Muir, journals, drawings, writings, travel, journaling, naturalist