[At Yosemite, in 1903] For the next forty-eight hours, the boy in Roosevelt, never quite supressed, reveled in his wild surroundings. “This is bully!” he yelled, when Muir burned a dead tree for him and the sparks hurtled skyward. After another night our, he awoke at Glacier Point, and was intrigued to find himself buried under four inches of snow. “This is bullier!”
E. Morris, Theodore Rex (2001), 238
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