August 23, 1869
Sunset pink and crimson, followed shortly by the appearance stars, the moon rose with the most imposing majesty, just above the Mount Dana. I strolled through the meadow in its white light. The shadows of trees, black as jet, were so wonderfully distinct and seemed so strong that on several occasions I have raised high the foot to step over them, taking them to the branches burned and blackened.
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