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beauty and not past mortal reach.

The note rises and falls in its melody telling of wild; wild things in remote forest depths and vine-[[?]] canon walls where all alone for time unimaginable has gone on the beauteous changes of the flowering seasons under a sky that is never harsh in its severest moods. 

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Guadl to Celaya

*Trapunto

On the 1st of July I left Guadalajara and travelled by rail to Celaya in Guanajuato. The road follows up the valley of the Rio Grande de Santiago all of this way and runs over a magnificently fertile region of rich black soil- The rains here made the country a mass of vivid green except where the farmers are working in the crops with their rude tools. About Irapuato are great strawberry fields where fine berries are raised and here at Celaya also. In the market here are now sold small apples, peaches, pomegranites pears, quinces, melons, mangos and