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3 illegible - partly though their own winning ways, and partly through their power to stir the imagination - into sympathy
with the vast Spirit of Nature. To love even these little things is not to waste one's life; for in losing one's life in this
way one often unexpectedly finds his human sympathies cleaner and keener through his nature-sympathies. I beg your pardon;
I ought not to see? the silence of the forest aisles with my suburban peeping voice; but I am sure you will understand the
spirit, if the voice can only peep. Geo. T. Elliot. 1 88 Dunbay? St. Brighton, Mass. 10/17/02 Dear John Muir:-
I am a boy of almost fifty, who, thanks to your pen, have played with you a great deal. I have been with you on the Alaskan
glacier; I have made friends with the rattlesnake in Yo-Semite; I have shared your tramp with Brownie? ; I have slept out
with you under the sky, until I think I ought to tell you the name of one more of those (and there are a great many of them,
all over the English-speaking world) who have the habit of saying Dear John Muir . And then I want you to play a minute with
me - this way. I love the woods and the hills, and though I 03078