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Circa Date
1887
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93
Aroma of the mossy grove when the blast was broken into swirls & eddies & the trees gave out fresh smell like a stirred pot. Sweet mellow flute notes in the wind just as in waterfalls the gentlest notes are found beneath the heavy over-booming ones
Delirium of joy
To get a man or animal detached from this crowd & away into a pure wilderness is always an interesting experience however trying at times.
# We set forth in perfect abandonment to the storm letting its hearty tides roll over us. We shipped out & abandoned ourselves to the big gray roaring day. Never is the Creator more visible than in storms, a sublime vision
Nature I suppose had him at heart & helped him across the narrow way as I was helped, how I don’t know
All boundaries save those of our ice-island were blurred or blotted out
Wings would have been handy
Curled up in silent comfort a King in black, never tired never in a hurry, never importunately hungry & always seemingly with plenty of indefinite power to spare
It was some slight relief to the strain on my own nerves to try to calm his
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Always ready for adventure [for any] to work & dare in his own way & capable also of spacious [& sublime] idleness. Could sleep all day in the baggage or curl up at the foot of a tree as quietly as a seed in the ground
Waters above & beneath calling to each other in glad accord
Delirium of joy, vehemence of fear his poor tenement of clay [air]-informed & driven crazy with fear. Besides he had the disadvantages of being small.
The crystal drops shining on their way rushed forward through the gloomy sky each in its appointed course like a swarm of stars in space
No angel has ever told me a more useful story. Trouble made the opaque little fellow transparent like clock in glass case with its works exposed. By this rude touchstone all reserve was stripped off
We are one stuff, brothers, one in blood
No pleasure for you on this trip. No new joy.
(On Gl [Glacier])
Steady featureless as a frozen lake nonchalant
Such nerve & decision seemed too perfect to be genuine [good] rather it suggested the blindness of ignorance
Not sad or morose
Go to ant than sluggard. Go to d [dog]
He lived manlier life than most men.
How sturdy he was, never hilarious
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