Letters to a Friend 



saying " What ?" like a child half awake. Fare 

 well. My love to the Doctor and the boys. I 

 hope the Doctor will run away from his enor 

 mous bundles of duty and rest a summer with 

 the mountains. I have a great deal to ask him. 

 I have begun to build my cabin. You will have 

 a home in Yosemite. 



Ever thine, 



J. MUIR. 



[1873-] 



My horse and bread, etc., are ready for up 

 ward. I returned three days ago from Mts. 

 Lyell, McClure, and Hoffman. I spent three 

 days on a glacier up there, planting stakes, etc. 

 This time I go to the Merced group, one of 

 whose mountains shelters a glacier. I will go 

 over all the lakes and moraines, etc., there. 

 Will be gone a week or two or so. 



Hutchings wants to go with me to "help me," 

 but I will, etc., etc. 



Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this 

 moment in turning to the mountains. I feel 



