I return Sloot's letter. It gave me a bit of a shock to have him say that he would probably never see me again. Of course that is true, but I had not thought of it just that way--had not permitted myself to, I suppose. And, after all, if things go as I'm hoping they will, Montesano will take me in again some day before he seems likely to leave it. We four may see the Grand Canyon together yet. I'd like to lay my bones thereabout. The garments that you persuaded me were mine are not. They are probably Sterling's, and he has probably damned me for stealing them. I don't care; he has no right to dress like the "filthy rich." Hasn't he any "class consciousness"? However, I am going to send them back to you by express. I'll mail you the paid receipt; so don't pay the charge that the company is sure to make. They charged me again for the two packages that you paid for, and got away with the money from the Secretary of my club, where they were delivered. I had to get it back from the delivery man at the cannon's mouth--34 calibre. With love to Carlt and Sloots, Affectionately yours, AMBROSE. [The Army and Navy Club, Washington, D. C., November 14, 1910.] DEAR LORA, * * * * * You asked me about the relative interest of Yosemite and the Grand Canyon. It is not easy to compare them, they are so different. In Yosemite only the magnitudes are unfamiliar; in the Canyon nothing is familiar--at least, nothing would be familiar to you, though I have seen something like it on the upper Yellowstone. The "color scheme" is astounding--almost incredible, as is the "architecture." As to magnitudes, Yosemite is nowhere. From points on the rim of the Canyon you can see fifty, maybe a hundred, miles of it. And it is never twice alike. Nobody can describe it. Of course you must see it sometime. I wish our Yosemite party could meet there, but probably we never will; it is a long way from here, and not quite next door to Berkeley and Carmel. I've just got settled in my same old tenement house, the Olympia, but the club is my best address. * * * * * Affectionately, AMBROSE. [Washington, D. C., November 29, 1910.] DEAR LORA, Thank you very much for the work that you are doing for me in photography and china. I know it is great work. But take your time about it. I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving at Upshack. (That is my name for Sloots' place. It will be understood by anyone that has walked to it from Montesano, carrying a basket of grub on a hot day.)