Letters to a Friend 



landscapes I am not always sensible of its pres 

 ence. 



My love to Allie and Henry Butler and all 

 my friends, please tell the Butlers when we are 

 coming. Their invitation is prior to yours, but 

 your houses are not widely separated. I mean 

 to write again before leaving home. You will 

 then have all my news and I will have only to 

 listen. Most cordially, 



JOHN MUIR. 



Indianapolis, August 3Oth, 1867. 



We are safely in Indianapolis., I am not go 

 ing to write a letter, I only want to thank you 

 and the Doctor and all of the boys for the en 

 joyments of the pleasant botanical week we 

 spent with you. 



We saw, as the steam hurried us on, that 

 the grand harvest of Composite would be no 

 failure this year. It is rapidly receiving its 

 purple and gold, in generous measure from the 

 precious light of these days. 



I could not but notice how well appearances 

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