it does not seem long since we were children. The lives of busy people pass so fast they seem neither long nor short. And
all lives are happy lives that are long enough to know God's love. I hope your fires keep bright enough to keep away rheumatism.
You should fairly toast yourself when the winds come from the sea cold fogladen. We are all well as usual here in Wisconsin.
Sarah was sick a week or so, but is better now. Remember me to all my friends. Love to Maggie Jane Mather whose letter I received
a day or two ago. While I must again say goodbye with best wishes. Ever your affectionate cousin John Muir 01923 in
margin: I wish You Maggie Your Mother would send me Your photographs