Saturday night — 8:40

It was cool when I came into my room and I was cold —
The room was warm from the fire in the bathroom that heats the hot
water — I lit the fire so it is warmer — I mean the fire in
the fire place. —

Brett's red blanket is on the bed — that
makes it look warm — Outside is a bright moonlight night — I
think they are dancing over at the main house —
I am very tired
and I'm going to bed as soon as I say a word to you. —

I awakened this morning at dawn — 5:30 — got up and
by six or a little after had eaten my breakfast in the dining
room and was on my way to town — That early morning light —
hitting everything hard with bright light and sharp dark shadows
is wonderful — It was so fine that I felt I ought to be up every
morning at dawn —

I was down in Santa Fe a little after eight —
quite cold and blown with the eighty miles early driving in the
open car — It was good. —

I wondered what you were doing — how
you are —

Spent the day till after three with the Walkers — lunch
— sitting in their back yard in the sun — looking at his paint-
ing — He has certainly improved — and has all his things in
very neat boxes or portfolios — read me a few stories — it
was good to see them — also his painting — which I think quite
beautiful —

quite lovely —
talking with them is always good too.

Had the car washed and worked on while I was there —
Then went to see about my tin frame — am having two samples of
moulding made from my paper patterns — got some paint — white

paint, and started back up here at 5 — Ida Rauh was the only person I saw to talk with besides the Walkers and the Ford folks — saw her on the street. — The sun left me about 32 miles out of Santa Fe —

The last 25 miles was dark enough to have the lights on — I was 21/2 hours coming back — 2 going down — Stopped to leave Paul Jones a leather coat he had loaned me weeks ago — He wasn't home.

And always I wondered what the Saturday was like for you.

Last night I had your last letters from the lake and your first from town — four in all—

I am so sorry about that trunk business — sorry you had so much worry over it — if I understand correctly you have taken my trunk to town — it is alright, but I am sorry I didn't get that wire off to you sooner — so you wouldn't have had all that time worrying about it —

I am sleepy and tired — not too tired — just sleepy tired —
That girl talked again last night till after 12 —
lovely — and healthy — but —

Yesterday was Mrs. Seward Johnson's birthday. —
Tea at
Mrs. Bob Johnsons — very gay supper with champaign — They
asked me to join them —

I did for dessert — then talked with
Seward Johnson till after 9 — while the others were singing —
They are a nice family — seem to have their funny Aunts and
what not like everyone else. —

It seemed so different to talk for hours with the Walkers
after being with people like these —

They are so different.

I must go to bed.

Part Omitted.

Sunday morning — and I've been awake since before daylight —
got up and came over to the kitchen for a cup of coffee — went
back and sewed on buttons — and brushed my hair and fussed about
then came again for breakfast —

There are clouds in the sky and a haze over everything —
quite different from the clear morning yesterday. —

Wonder what you are doing — I hope your kidney stone
doesn't bother you — Do you drink your water regularly? —
Why don't you take that water Lee had you take long ago before you
get a bad attack.

Friday -- 8:15 P. M.

And your friend is almost too sleepy to see -- I have
your wire and a letter with the mail tonight.

I painted this morning on a drawing I had made long ago
-- The Chama River from high above it -- looks rather nice --
I was up early -- had breakfast in the kitchen with Orvall and
Pete and the carpenter and the girl that fixes my room -- They
are a great lot -- Was ten miles down the road ready for work
at a quarter to eight -- a lovely place high over the river --
a lovely day.

Mrs. Stanley came up after lunch and I talked with her
a long time -- didn't want to work this afternoon -- Have the
curse and knew I'd get too tired for it to be any use to try --

All the folks are back from Pack trips -- The Pack
children up for the weekend from school in Santa Fe --
The place
is full -- So different from the past four or five quiet days.

I sat with the Seward Johnsons after I finished supper
-- they leave tomorrow --

The Pack children are a riot when they get here Friday
nights -- they always bring other children along -- a wild lot,
but very healthy and nice.

I had the mail at supper -- Thanks for the wire --
and the letter too -- I couldn't do much of anything about your
cold if I were there -- I do hope you are eating properly and
drinking water during the day -- You shouldn't forget that --
The kids just made me one of their mad visits -- it is a lovely
moonlight night and they are tearing about. --

The cotton wood trees along all the river beds and low
washes are turning yellow — it is very handsome as there is so
much red earth up here —

This is by far the loveliest time of year
here — autumn with lovely summer days. The sunsets are wonderful — the color so hot with the yellow cotton wood.

The sounds at night of people walking by are funny —
They all wear high heeled boots and it makes a very different sound
on the hard earth than ordinary shoes.

I must get into bed — am too sleepy for anything else —
Slept 7 or 8 hours — was up watching the moon set some time
around five this morning. —

Part Omitted.

Lee has a funny idea — Does he expect me to hunt up
those kids? I am seventy-five miles from Santa Fe and 90 miles
from Taos — and 40 miles of the road down from here is awful —
and Taos is about 75 or 80 miles from Santa Fe — I don't go to
town unless I have to — There are too many other things I'd
rather do. — It is 180 miles for me to go to Taos — and 150
for me to go to Santa Fe — and 80 miles over bad roads to either
place —

I may go to town next week to see about those frames
and other things, I have to attend to myself — I always put it
off as long as I can. —

I'll look for them if I go. —

Part Omitted.

It is 9:55 P. M. Saturday—

All evening I have been fussing about fixing things — cleaning up — It is lovely bright moonlight out.

Looking over my paintings — there are five that I must work a lot on and I don't see how I can get through with them in two weeks —

Well — I'll go along and see what happens to them — was out early again this morning working on the river — It was very windy — and what I see is so lovely —

It was two before

I was at lunch — About all I did this afternoon was to hunt for an insurance policy I had misplaced — I imagined I had it because I had the bill for it —

finally found it — and read them all — and wondered what some of it was about.

At about 5 went down to the corral to watch them feed the horses — it is quite a performance — walked around down there farther than I ever had and looked at the turkeys — sheep — goats — cows — ducks — chickens and pigs — Some of the men came in from the cattle camp — They looked warm and sunburned and tired around the eyes but they are all off to a dance forty miles away tonight — with their wives — They are driving cattle from up in the mountains down to market — about a sixty mile drive — slow going for the cattle and very hard on the horses — They are a sight from chasing about for the past few weeks hunting the cattle and driving them down — five of the men came past me this morning — all unshaven but one who had been here at the ranch the night before — You can see them riding so far over the distance — it is a very beautiful kind of balance and motion —

Several of the faces are wonderful —

— Most of them really —

I must go to bed —

There was no mail tonight — it will
probably be here in the morning — I opened the candy a couple
of days ago — it is very good — and very pretty

Part omitted.

Sunday morning

— — lovely and clear and still — I am starting off taking my
lunch so I won't have to come back at noon.

Part omitted.

Monday Night -- 8:25

Yesterday morning I stopped at the corrall on my way down the
road and Slim - the head man down there gave me your letter --

I
took it along and read it out where I am working way up on a hill
just above the river -- It was a perfect day yesterday -- clear
and warm and still -- very nice about your photographs -- and I
cant think of Ross spending his money any better way --

I wish you
would go and order your suits now -- Don't wait for me --
You will think you can't leave the Place later - go do it now --
I am saying that in my most positive tone of voice --

--- I stayed out there till nearly 3 -- drove back here then
Kay and I drove down to Abiquiu and explored the town rather
thoroughly -- there isn't much of it -- I thought the trees along
the river would all be yellow and they are only yellow in spots
--- Last year they were very yellow at this time --

Walter

Goodwin of the Tydall Press followed us back here -- Mr. Pack had invited him up for the night at my suggestion to do some printing for him -- He was here for the evening -- all of us over in Mr. Packs sitting room -- A pleasant evening --

I went off befor they were up this morning leaving
them to their business -- later in the morning Walter Goodwin came
along to where I was and we sat by the roadside over the river
talking for a couple of hours --

A very nice person -- He gets
his divorce within the next week or two then will probably go to
Buffalo for Mary to be married --- or she may come out here for it
---

2

It seems that Philip Goodwin -- through his closeness to his mother -- controls this young man's finances a bit -- and Philip Goodwin has disapproved of the divorce -- so they have had differences

-- It seems that he had practically broken with his wife a year and a half before he got interested in Mary --

Any way -- I think he and Mary a very good pair -- Mary ought to be good for him -- They were a very good sight when I saw them together --

It was funny to hear him talk about his relatives -- a bit like Little John had several years ago -- He sat there in the sun in overalls -- a bit faded -- rough shoes -- cheap stockings -- a very ordinary blue shirt -- his hair all dusty -- very beautiful --

I can imagine his uncle would think his clothes and general getup a bit rought --

He was driving a station wagon -- the windows all out of it -- I had mine with windows still in it -- They looked so big and cumbersome drawn up against the river -- Then I came in for lunch

It has been a cloudy day -- cool enough so that I kept my sweater on all day for the first time -- The light was bad -- but I poked along any way till almost dark --

Mr. Pack gave Goodwin his printing to do -- It probably isn't much but there will probably be other little things and it is good for them to meet -- good for both of them

My fire is getting low -- a goodnight kiss to you

I hope your cold is nearly gone by now --

Finally the sun is shining again -- such a lovely day
-- warm and still -- such a live feeling in the air -- I painted
till five -- and Oh -- my painting is queer -- strange -- I'll
have to try to bring it down to the earth tomorrow.

At 5 I went riding with Pete — He took me through the
madest land I've seen yet — steep winding trails — the earth all
such a wonderful color after the rain.

I went to Abiquin a few days ago to get some long drawers
for riding — you will laugh when I tell you I could only get mens
drawers and that I have them on right this minuet — I wish you
could get just one look with one eye at almost anything I passed
this afternoon — Mostly crazy piles of rock — red and yellow
rising up into the sky —

Then when you come to an edge and have to
creep down into it — you go down into purple and green earth —
It is very good.

As I see myself in the mirror once in a while — I must
say that I look surprisingly well —

Part Omitted.

Ate supper with the Johnsons — like them — so much
— they go next week — will miss them —

10-19-35

Wednesday night,

There are strange big clouds in the sky — the
moon looks a bit faded — ducks quacking down on the
duck pond — little frog noises far away — the smell
of burning cedar —

The ground looks white from the moon —
almost like snow —

Yesterday was a cloudy day so I drove to Santa Fe
in my station wagon to have something fixed on it that
I wanted to attend to myself — the wind was blowing
pretty hard — lots of sand in the air — not a nice day.
— Kay Peabody went with me. She is very quiet and nice
to be with — we took turns driving — 25 miles turns —
it makes it easy — I had decided that if it didn't look
like rain to go up to Taos to see Frieda.—

I called at La Fonda for the Hoffs — and they
were gone Thank God.

When the car was fixed the sky looked pretty fair
up toward Taos so up we went — It was almost dark
when we got there — we drove out to the Pueblo and just
sat there till it was quite dark —
The drive up the canyon
— yellow trees along the Rio Grande was lovely — then
again yellow against the Taos mountains.

Loren came out to the Hotel after supper — He
talked trip — date, Route — etc. — I had rather planned
to start on the 31st but it is still so lovely and warm
and I have things I want to work on so that I am rather
inclined to put it off till the 11th of November. Would
you wire me what you think of it? I can get away on the

31st of October, but think I would like to stay the ten days longer

—Brett had asked some time ago if she could ride along and since I plan to go in the station wagon, I might as well take her — I saw her this morning and told her so. — There will be lots of room for her and she offers to pay half the gas and oil — which I hadn't planned on.

I saw her this morning. She came out while we were at breakfast, then drove with us up to the Lawrence Ranch and to the house. Frieda and Angelino were not there — I knew that after I arrived in Taos, but I wanted to go up there — it is so lovely — the mountains a bit red with the scrub oak coloring — and I wanted to see the place Angelino had built for the ashes that he had told me about and they have all been fighting about all winter and summer. Well — I wouldn't want my ashes there but it isn't really as bad as the fuss they have all made, and it has all certainly meant a lot of work on Angelino's part — The drive was lovely and it is really wonderful up there — I wanted to stay —

When we came down we went out to the Pueblo again and sat for half an hour — there out to the hotel for lunch — I had asked Mabel out for lunch — she was there 15 minutes ahead of time when I got there — she was much pleased that you liked her book — Everything went very well — was very pleasant — We started down here soon after — at about 3:30 — and were here for supper. —

I had three letters from you — Am glad your sinus is a little better — before it doesn't get into your larynx —

I've had driving that car to Santa Fe on my mind for about six weeks — now that is finally done — I left word with Loren to tell Frieda and Angelino to come up here and see me when they get

back to Taos — I don't plan to go up there again — It is lovely
but it is a long way —

Goodnight Sir

My fire is flickering — cedar wood — smells so good
— and I am tired.

Part omitted.

Thursday Morning,

I've been awake since dawn — made my fire — thought to
myself and have decided to start back Monday November 4th —
It is best to start on Monday — so that is settled — I'll try
Loren today — It is a lovely clear morning — and I'm getting
off to my River painting early.

Good Morning Mr. Stieglitz ---

Friday morning ---

Lovely and warm and clear and still ---
Smoke across the
way going right up straight into the air ---
I was too tired to
write last night --- was out working all day --- had lots of
brushes to wash --- then my underwear --- brush my hair --- and that
was all I could manage. Didn't wake till 7:30 and I'm usually
through breakfast by then. Usually eat with a funny pair of small
twin boys --- about 5 years old --- We usually have a great time
--- They are very bright and bad and funny. --- They were gone
this morning and I had to eat with the grown ups.

It is a good day ---

I must get started.

Part Omitted.

I slept between 8 and 9 hours ---
not bad.
Was out all day in the car working --- then took a walk
when it began to be dark.

I hope your sinus is clearing up ---

Will you send me Dove's address?

Sunday morning ____

It is gray — a little sun in and out but dark clouds
all about — a little rain at supper time last night —

I was out climbing about in the bad lands yesterday
morning — couldn't settle to work — the weather looked so
doubtful — rain all about in the distance — sun here —
thunder all about —

In the afternoon I stayed in bed — was
tired — it seemed the thing to do — I must have done too much
of something — I don't know what — Am alright this morning. —
I went out in the garden and picked all the last flowers left from
the frost — They are lovely — My room quite gay — The bot-
tom book shelf and lower table shelf full of rocks I have picked
up — there is a bunch of peacock feathers — two lovely yel-
low turkey feathers and two lovely white swan feathers — three
queer faced Indian dolls — two cows heads — two rams heads —
one sheeps head — and one porcupine head with quills still on
the back of it — and a piece of a sheeps back bone with an oak
leaf stuck in the top of it —

Lying in bed yesterday, I had time to look at all my funny things and to wonder why I pick up such things and so much dislike throwing any of them away. —

They are all pretty fine —

It is very difficult to paint anything as good as the things I pick up and bring in.

— The Indians make things that can live with the bones
and rocks and sticks and flowers and feathers, but I suppose it
is because they have a religion out of all the things around
them. —

So they have something different to put into their doll
or pot —

--- The painting world seems very far removed from the kind of
places I go to here — where the hills are red and purple —
my foot touches dry earth — I pick up a handful of it and won-
der couldn't I just mix it with a little water and glue and paint
with it —

and I know places where it is white and green and yel-
low —

The painters have not connected rightly with this world
as the Indians have —

We are too new — we never really get
here —

We never get away from the world that the little watch
snapped on the wrist comes from —

We never know and accept
the sun. —

You think of cowboys as healthy — maybe it is that
they are tough and as they say "able to take it" — They all
get colds — splinters in their hands that pester — sticks in
their eyes — they fall from their horses and when they become
conscious if they are alone — the horse is apt to be waiting
for them. They get up and ride to the nearest house — one of
them fell lately and never even knew what happened — he was
scratched and scraped — didn't even know how long he lay in the
bushes. Had to be sent to the hospital. They all have a few
broken ribs that makes them wince once in a while — And when
they are stiff for more than a day or two after riding bucking
animals they think they are getting old. — Most of them don't
like being around a place like this — they get soft. I guess
they all have their little ailments like anyone else. —

Mabel and Tony and Brett were coming up for lunch today
if it had been a good day ---

Mabel sent up word with Orvall ---
It looks so stormy, I don't expect them.

I'll go out and look about and get some more wood for
my fire ---

The smell of the wood burning is wonderful.

Later --- They did come --- Mabel --- Tony --- Brett
and Spud Johnson --- lunch --- walked about a bit --- talked ---
all sort of keyed up --- and they are gone --- and I like
being alone --- ! Brett is driving East with us.

Monday - 8:15 P. M.

I'm through with supper — was the first one to eat —
made my fire and lay on the bed watching it —
write you and get into bed and go to sleep — am tired.
decided to

Yesterday after writing you — I went to put the let-
ter in the mail —
met Mr. Pack and went with him to see
his children and their guests get away — Orvall with the
Nurse and six kids between 9 and 12 — it was a lively
car full —

then I heard they had sold the wild mules —
all they could catch and were going to load them on a
truck so I went to watch — only two had ever had a
halter on — the man who bought them had a long whip
about 15 feet long that he cracked with an awful yell
as he rushed at the mules to frighten them down the nar-
row run with the open truck at the end of it — the
back wheels of the truck driven into two deep holes to
make the truck low enough so the mules could jump into
it — All the cowboys were rushing about one way or a-
nother — on horse or on foot or up on the high fence
kicking at the mules — and dropping the gate behind
them after they got them into the last little space where
the mules would have to jump — they were the bucking
mules used for the rodeo and everyone was ordered not
to get their feet through the fence for fear of being
bitten or kicked —

The truck finally rolled slowly —
very slowly — down the road and I could hear the mules
kicking even after it was out of sight —

It was a very

lively half hour — a mule running loose in the open is
a very free beautiful sight — the gait seems smoother than
a horse —

The cowboys had tried to ride those mules and
were always thrown —

They looked so funny rushing about
in their high heels — always being very careful to keep
away from the heels of the mules.

Here I am writing pages on mules. Well — a mule
is a funny animal — they were fat and sleek and free
looking —

Buying and selling animals like that seems
a hard way to make a living, but the man looked as if
he were having a wonderful time.

This morning I was up and out early — and I have
a painting that tonight seems to me to stand right up
and hold its own with my bones and stones and other
trash. Again — it may not be the painting, but it
also holds its own on my adobe wall and I know of noth-
ing that can make a painting look feebler than than
these adobe houses — It may not look so good to me
tomorrow but I like it today.

Kay and I drove about a mile toward the South —
then walked in the hills from sunset till dark —
you could see it — such fantastic earth shapes and
colors you couldn't imagine it.

I have your telegram — I have been quite satisfied with my decision to start East November 4th —
Thank you for the wire but I think I stick to that date.

My work isn't anything to brag about — Another
month here might be better for work, but I think I

would not be quite easy in my mind —
I think I'd better
be going.

I wish you would go and order your suits while you
have time —

When the Marins are up, you will think you
haven't time.

I just went over to see if mail had come — a
letter with blue and yellow papers about an Artists Con-
gress —

Goodnight —

I'm absurdly sleepy —

Tuesday - A. M.

I've been awake since dawn — got up and walked out
doors — a small moon high and clear — light just com-
ing in the East —

My bathroom is always warm, so after
a while I got up and went over to breakfast — sat by
the fire there a while as the sun crept across the wide
plains then over the cliff, and rows of hills into this
corner — came back here — lighted my fire — lighted
my fire and lay on the bed a while watching the fire and
looking at a couple of paintings hanging on the wall. —
Not feeling quite equal to getting up and starting to
do things.

My room is sunny — the day is lovely — I feel
like being still and there are so many things I want
to do, it annoys me that I feel I should be quiet.

Well — that's the way it is — No — there
is nothing wrong — I will probably be off when I mail
this.

Part omitted

Well, I am surprised — I had your letter late last
night about Mr. Stern getting the paintings — such things always
surprise me — and it always seems to surprise me that anyone
buys or is interested in what I do — and surprise number two
is that it is snowing a fine snow and blowing hard — The snow
doesn't even make the ground white — has been in the air for
over an hour — a gray cold windy day — Yesterday morning
I was out painting without stockings on — lying in the sun on
the ground was hot — and today like winter — It will be warm
again — They were all going turkey hunting — but it is too
cold to go today so the wild turkeys have a few more days to go.

Orvall came in last night and told me there will be a
sand painting ceremony about a hundred miles east of here next
week — If I decide to go I will be a day later starting East.
— I haven't decided yet — will talk with him about it
again tonight — and then must talk with Mr. Pack — and it
would also depend on the weather.

I must put this with the mail so it will go today —
and write more later —

With all your excitements I wonder if you ever remember
to drink your water in between meals — Do you?

7:45 P. M. and I am undressed and ready for bed — had
a lovely day — after a bad night last night — so cold I couldn't
sleep —

very heavy frost this morning — everything white — I'll
have more cover tonight — didn't get up this morning till the sun
shining on the foot of my bed warmed my feet —

It was a still sunny morning — one of the boys drove my
station wagon to Santa Fe to have it serviced for me so not having
it to go out in I went horseback — it was wonderful — cool enough
for a thin sweater — we rode up the canyon following the stream
and ditch that irrigate the garden here till we came to the spring
— cotton wood trees still very yellow — beginning to be a soft
silvery gray with their bare branches — scrub oak a rich golden
brown — much red and yellow in the canyon walls — then we rode
up and up till we came out up on the top of the cliffs — the plains
way far below — Pete was with me — we sat up on the top in the
sun — looking about — warm and still and golden — the air just
a bit sharp — The sort of day one felt one should ride all day —
slowly — easily — and then sit still — all for nothing — I
loved it — It was 12:30 when we got back —

All afternoon I worked on a big painting 30 X 40 that I
can probably never do anything with — I started it long ago — it
moves along but will probably never move to much.

Nic Moore who has one of Maries houses came up to see me
just before sunset. — We walked out toward the bright colored
cliffs — always bright in the reflected sunset night. — He is
a nice person — only stayed an hour or so — Then I had your
letter about the Lachaise funeral — it is very disturbing —
something real gone.

I went to supper early so I could eat alone — and am
going to bed early — My morning was so very lovely — sun and
light — and warm color and the still sharp air — and I feel
very good.

Your description of the funeral makes me feel that we
do something wrong with death.

I have a very large bunch of all colored Chrysanthemums
— russet and yellow and different pinks and reds — became
aware that I was staring at them — strange the way we associate
flowers with death —

and I find myself wondering would the dead
like to ride up that golden canyon out into the top of the world
as I went this morning.

A crazy head I have — I'll go to bed — Anyway —
LaChaise was one of the good ones. It seems too bad that he is
gone.

Part Omitted.

10-28-35

Saturday - 10 P. M.

I've been packing some of my trash since supper —
I miss it standing about — This has been another lovely
day — still and warm with a sweater on — a nice live
feeling in the air —

I rode again this morning — up
and up — such steep paths and such awful drops off at
the side — up to the top of another part of the cliffs
called the chimneys — going up I couldn't look at any-
thing but the trail — I hadn't expected it to be so
bad — You know how I am — if I am prepared for it in
my mind. it is alright — this was a surprise —
Pete rode on ahead pointing to this and that — and I
looked at nothing —

Upon the top it is a long narrow
space dropping off a straight drop so very far below
that it is almost like being in an airplane — You
can see for many miles in all directions —

We sat in
a sunny sheltered place where I couldn't see the far-
thest distances for a long time till I was accustomed
to feeling that I was really on the earth up there—
Then I went to the edges and sat a while —

I didn't
mind the ride down at all —

Pete laughed at me — he
goes up there often to look over the whole country when
horses are lost — I wouldn't mind it another time —
it was all such a surprise to me, because I knew the
children go up there — I hadn't expected anything like
that —

It was a trail and a high narrow strip of earth
that I'll not forget in a hurry. —

After lunch I sat in the sun a little while then
started to paint —

I was in the sitting-room of one of
the other houses and when I got up to look at my painting,
picked up a book of stories that was on a little table
and sat there by the fire reading — Glenway Westcott
and some others — first time a story all summer —
Later down to the corral — hunting for feathers — and
a box I needed for packing. — Orvall came in with a man
he had taken turkey hunting —

four of the handsomest

turkeys I ever saw —

It is nice down there — all the
boys busy about something —

The Pack children playing
about — the animals — the dusk — lots going on —
and still they all always have time to stop and talk.

You wrote me in one of the letters tonight that I
will hate to leave here. Yes, I do not like to leave—
the dawn star this morning was the brightest star I
ever saw —

I like to step out, my door, on to the bare
earth — I like the smell of my fire burning —
but I
am ready to go — I want to see you — see how you are —
be with you a little —

so much that I hesitated to send
Loren word today that I would not start till a day later
than I had planned —

I almost gave up the idea of going
to the Sand Painting —

I am going to it, if the weather
is good — start early next Thursday — get back here
early on the 4th and start East on the 5th.

Sunday 2:30 P. M.

How are you?

My face is all hot from lying in the
sun since lunch.

Had a long talk with Mr. Pack this morning — from
breakfast till well after eleven — He is going East
tonight — I gave him the Marin catalog you sent me —
he was much excited over it — asked to keep it — said
he'd like to get that man out here.

He said, "You know

I saw some of his paintings and they didn't mean much
to me, but there is real poetry in this that I can as a
writer understand" — I was surprised to see him get
so excited over it —

I told him to go in to see you —
he said he might after reading that, but you didn't get
on very well together last time —

He is a very nice
man. — I think an unusually nice person — Will you
send me two or three more of the catalogs?

After that I drove a little way — maybe 8 or 10
miles — such a lovely sunny morning — will ride this
evening at 4 — over to the cattle camp for supper —
two or three miles away.

Orvall brought me two lovely wild turkey feathers
carefully folded in a piece of old yellow paper and pinned — they are beautiful.

There is something about the sound of people walking on the hard earth here that I like — leather chapp's rubbing and swinging — spurs clanking and the funny sound of a high heeled boot — I was weighed — 140 pounds

Monday Evening -- 6 P. M.

I was up late this morning -- then sat a long time after
breakfast talking -- a doctor and his family from Omaha -- then
I cam over here -- brushed my hair sitting on my front step --
a flat stone over the irrigation ditch. It is very much pleasanter
to sit out in the sun -- a lovely still sunny morning -- and feel
the sun on your head when you brush your hair --

Then I thought
I'd pack my paintings and started over to the main house to get
something I needed -- met Orvall coming to my house to tell me
that Mary Wheelwright was coming up for lunch with me today --
I came back into my room and packed up some other things and ad-
mired my turkey feathers yesterday --

They are lovely --
Before

I had my room in very good order Mary Wheelwright came driving up
with another Boston woman whose name I don't remember. We had a
very pleasant time -- and she wanted to see my paintings -- so
I trotted them out -- She liked them very much -- one that I still
want to paint on she asked me to keep till she sees it again after
I am through with it --

She expects to be in New York in January
-- also wants to see again that soft little hill we couldn't
find that day -- She is certainly a great person to be with for
a while -- I enjoy her very much -- She was probably here a
little over three hours -- Want particularly to be remembered
by you --

I got my things a bit more in order -- then started
to drive about a mile up to the highest point one can drive to
watch the sun set --

Met Rube coming from town with the mail
-- two letters from you --

another Marin circular that I am glad to have as Mr. Pack took the other one — Read the letters up on the high place —
Wish you could see it up there — Last night rode across it at sunset going over to the cow camp — it is just a high place
where you can see all around — The colorful cliffs — in another direction long straight lines of the high plains — another way
the blue flat topped mountains and in one little gap the Sangre de Cristo mountains — snow on them some sixty miles away —
The cattle camp was good — a real lesson in real economy —
not a thing about that wasn't necessary — four men — hard and lean and brown and worn looking — 2 tents to sleep in and
one for the food — a sleeping bag on the ground for each —
no chairs — nothing but a saddle on the ground to sit on — they stand or squat on their heels — outside the circle of the fire
and tents — small tents that you can't stand up straight in —
you could hear and vaguely see the horses eating their hay —
about 10 or 12 of them — and a truck was drawn up under a cedar
tree — I was offered the one saddle on the ground to sit on
and I had to laugh it was as comfortable as any chair only I got
cold if I sat on it too long — had to get up and stand by the
fire first one side of me and then the other — that is what
they all do — We stayed till about 8 — Lloyd who has bought
all the cattle from the ranch here is spending the fall with the
other men hunting the cattle over 90,000 acres that he has to
graze them on — it is a hard job but I guess they like it —
He is quite a person — then we rode back here in the dark.
can't go ther anytime but at night — they are off after cattle
all day — We put the horses in the corral — fed them — came
up here to bed — It was a good evening.

After supper —

When I went over to supper all the boys were still in
the dining room and Pete asked me to sit with them — They are
really lots of fun. Everyone left the dining room except Pete
and myself — We sat there talking for a couple of hours or
more —

He is half Indian — was talking about his brothers
— sisters — father — and mother — differences in the
different ones — Threw his head back in half embarrassed
fashion — and said, "But you know Miss O'Keeffe — I'm really
Indian all the way through and I'm proud of it" — a strange
— sweet — free — lonely sort of person — He brought me
over to my house — built my fire up good and hot for me —
sat on the floor talking for a while and finally went off into
the night — wants to take me to see his mother and one partic-
ular brother — a forest ranger that he thinks I would like —
I would like to see the mother particularly — an Indian woman
who had 8 children — six boys and two girls by a white man —
Pete is the oldest —

It is almost like something out of another world that
I do not quite grasp.

I must go to bed —

Part Omitted.

Tuesday -- 2:30 P. M.

The wind blows very hard today — Sat in my room all
morning doing my mending —

Sunny and clear, but so very windy.

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