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New York, Oct. 22, 1898. Dear Muir: I am very glad to hear that we are to see you at last, after Nature has got through
with your devotions. If I had known you were to be in the mountains of this region I should have been tempted to join you.
I was for a week at Stockbridge about that time, and should have asked you to come there if you had let me know your whereabouts.
But you have the advantage of me of being deevilish sly scotting through the city by night, no doubt, probably disguised as
John P. Irish, Let me know exactly when to expect you and I'll try to get a day or two off with you. The painters have our
house in their grip and Mrs. Johnson is trying to get rid of them, but I guess we'll get in some shape by the time you arrive.
Give me notice of the hour of your coming and I'll try to meet you. I have forwarded five letters to you to the care of Prof,
Sargent, With regards to his family, and when you write to yours also, I am, Faithfully yours, R. U. Johnson 02487