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letterhead Sep. 22 1898 My dear Wanda I sent you a p illegible ed leaf? from my notebook yesterday from the train.
here is an appendix for it in ink. We arrived at this charming inn after dark in the rain tired out more than half sick with
bad food overabundance of fine scenery. New flowers new trees etc. Just this moment Sargent who was out on the porch looking
at the rain magnolias, liquid ambers, sassafras, rhododendron, liriodendron, chestnut oak scarlet hemlock etc. came in said
Muir what are you writing? a romance ? I said No. I am writing the truth That said he is a very hard thing to do. Yes I said
I know it is for some I slept well last night feel better 02473