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8 Believe me ever truly your friend John Muir in margin: 691? 01257 5 I only meant to tell you that you were not
forgotten. You think I may not know you at first sight; nor will you be likely to recognize me, every experience is readied
on our fears, in character of some sort - I suppose and if at all telling my face should be quite picturesque, and marked
enough to be readily known by anybody looking for me, but when I look in the glass, I see but little more than the marks of
rough weather fasting. Most people would see only a lot of hair and two eyes, or one one half in the middle of it; like a
hillside with small open spots; mostly overgrown with shaggy stricken word chaparral as this portrait will show. Wanda peeping
past my elbow asks, Is that you Papa ? and then