January Friday 25 1895 Beautiful continuous sunshine. This is the third day of it & we are thankful. The children enjoy it with perfect enthusiasm. The papers bring plenty of storm news. The trains on the Sierra still held in the [drifts]: Went over to the old place. It begins to look strange, so long I have been away from it in mind as well as body - have been writing Alaska until I forget I’m in California [concentration] on a subject I like is easy. Saw a song sparrow feeding on the ground in old cherry orchard. It pushed its way through wet [Portulaeca] nibbling seeds. Sat. 26 Sent 3 pencil & India ink sketches of tributaries of the Muir Glacier & a photograph of the front from our [Hill] painting to Mr. Drake for the Century. I am sur...