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01024 letterhead Point Barrow, Aug 16th, 1881. 10.45 P.M. My beloved wife. Heaven only knows my joy this night in hearing
that you were well. Old as the letter is great as the number of the days nights that have passed since your love was written,
it yet seems as if I had once more been up stairs hold you Wanda in my arms. Ah you little know the long icy days so strangly
nightless that I have longed longed for one word from you. The dangers great as they were while groping grinding among the
vast immeasurable ice fields about that mysterious Wrangel Land would have seemed as nothing before I knew you. But most of
the special dangers are past I have good news for you my love for we have succeeded in landing on that strange re illegible
country our work is nearly all done I am coming home by the middle of October No thought of wintering now attempting to cross
the frozen ocean from Siberia. We will take no more risks. All is well with our staunch? little ship, she is in margin: seems
already in my arms. Not in dreams this time. From father husband lover John Muir. Point Barrow Aug 18th We are still here,
will leave today for the southward Have written two Bulletin letters to go down by the Legal Tender. These will give you particulars
of our ice battles.