Letters to a Friend 



Harry Edwards the butterflies I had lost. Did 

 he get them? Farewell, dear, dear spiritual 

 mother! Heaven repay your everlasting love. 



JOHN MUIR. 



April 1st, 1873. 



Yours containing Dr. Stebbins' was received 

 to-day. Some of our letters come in by Mari- 

 posa, some by Coulterville, and some by Oak 

 Flat, causing large delays. 



I expect to be able to send this out next 

 Sunday, and with it Hetch Hetchy, which is 

 about ready and from this time you will receive 

 about one article a month. 



This letter of yours is a very delightful one. 

 I shall look eagerly for the rural homes. 



When I know Dr. Stebbins' summer address 

 I will write to him. He is a dear young soul, 

 though an old man. 



I am "not to write" therefore. 



Farewell with love. 



I will some time send you "Big Tuolumne 

 Canon," Ascent of Mt. Ritter, Formation of 

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