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I am at home3 again with my family, and we are all having a very happy visit together. My mother4 had to go to Omaha5 for a surgical operation two months ago, but she recovered very rapidly and is now in splendid health. And so am I! Tomorrow I am going up into the Bohemian country for a week to see the wheat-harvest. That is always a splendid sight, and there is much merry-making among the people. They are a wild, fierce people, but very energetic and intelligent. I have known but one really dull Bohemian, and I have known a great many clever ones. You know Wagner6 said that whenever he got dull he went to Prague7. "There I renew my youth," he wrote8, "in that magical and volcanic soil of Bohemia9."
You can scarcely imagine, in the cool shade of the home10 at Manchester11, looking across the tree-tops at the ocean, what torrid weather I am tasting here. The whole great wheat country fairly glows, and you can smell the ripe wheat as if it were bread baking12. But the nights are cool, and just now the full moon makes an enchantment over everything. I have been motoring about the country with my father13 almost every day, but when I go up into the Bohemian township I shall drive, and saunter about from farm to farm in the old-fashioned way.
Please send a card to me here and tell me how the summer has gone with you so far. I long to tell you about wonderful Arizona14. I really learned there what Balzac15 meant when he
said16 "In the desert there is
everything and nothing—God without mankind."