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1 2-15-'14 My Dear Mr Muir, That you are one of the Beloved of our household may mean very little to you. We were four
children of German Evangelical parents in Wisconsin, and we suffered much, and labored more. Your boyhood days took us back
to our own and in every line we lived again through the struggle until the final emergence into a strange and almost unknown
world. Your mountain books carry us up and over steep passes, through, canyons and forests, and we watch the little water
ouzels build their nests, but this Boyhood youth has brought from us the oft repeated word yes, he knows Truly, he understands
how we too worked and suffered in silence - with our Aladdin's lamp ever at hand, and fire enough in our brain. Two years
ago I went again to the 05708