Letters to a Friend 



920 Valencia St., 

 San Francisco, April 24th, 1869. 



I enclose at last the name of the big orange 

 book. Either Paqot & Co. or Gregoire & Co. 

 will import it for Mr. Carr at the price he named, 

 for less if intended for the library. 



I thought you would have been to make at 

 least one of your small businesslike calls to see 

 me ere this, but I suppose the office and con 

 ventions and your farm leave you precious little 

 time. Your days all go by in little beats and 

 bits, while you move so fast you are nearly 

 invisible. 



Had a moment's talk with the Doctor. Am 

 glad he is looking so much like himself again. 

 The summer is coming. Don't know how it 

 will be spent. 



Did you hear the Butlers the other day? 

 Glassy leaves tilted at all angles. 



Cordially yours, 



JOHN MUIR. 



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