Letters to a Friend 



I will show your letters to Mr. Swett when 

 he comes in, who will doubtless be able to deci 

 pher the meaning of heads and tails of your 

 bodyless sentences. 



I J m sorry most of all for the destruction of 

 the "Teachers/' thus cutting off the only ade 

 quate outlet for your own thought; but hang 

 it ! let them decapitate and hang, they cannot 

 hang Cassiope. 



Ever yours cordially, 



JOHN MUIR. 



1419 Taylor St., San Francisco, 

 January I2th, [1877.] 



John Swett told me how heavy a burden you 

 were carrying of work and sickness. I hope ere 

 this that the Doctor has recovered from his 

 severe attack of rheumatism and that you have 

 had sleep and rest. 



Your description of the orange lands makes 

 me more than ever eager to see them, in par 

 ticular the phenomenon of a real lover of Na 

 ture such as you mention, for one does feel so 

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