James D. Hague 



present you this. He is salt which 

 hath not lost its savour. Verb. sap. 

 " Yours ever, 



" Clarence King." 



" San Francisco. 

 " My dear John, 



" My friend Mr. Horace F. Cutter 

 in the next geological period will go 

 east. It would be a catastrophy if 

 he did not know you. You will 

 ' swarm in,' as the Germans say, when 

 you meet. Lest I should not be 

 there to expose Mr. Cutter's alias I 

 take this opportunity to divulge to 

 you that the police are divided in 

 opinion as to whether he is Socrates 

 or Don Quixote. I know better — he 

 is both. 



" Ever yours, 



" Clarence King." 



It was for love of this Quixotic 

 friend that King went, in 1882, to 



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