Letters to a Friend 



Yesterday we had our first midday shower. 

 The pines waved gloriously at its approach, the 

 woodpeckers beat about as if alarmed, but the 

 hummingbird moths thought the cloud shadows 

 belonged to evening and came down to eat 

 among the mints. All the fire and rocks of 

 Starr King were bathily dripped before. 



[1872.] 



[Beginning of letter missing.] 

 they will go on Monoward for Tahoe. I mean 

 to set some stakes in a dozen glaciers and gather 

 some arithmetic for clothing my thoughts. 



I hope you will not allow old H. or his picture 

 agent, Houseworth, to so gobble and bewool 

 poor Agassiz that I will not see him. 



Remember me always to the Doctor and the 

 boys and to Mrs. Moore, and I am ever yours, 



JOHN MUIR. 



I will return to the valley in about a week, if 

 I don't get over-deep in a crevass. 



Later. Yours of Monday evening has just 

 come. I am glad your boy is so soon to feel 

 [ 117] 



