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1 Dear Mr Muir, Word has just come to me way off in the New Brunswick woods of the defeat of your cherished work for the
preservation of the Hetch Hetchy and my heart goes out to you in genuine sympathy. Ah, how short sighted San Francisco is
to have voted as it has and the pity of it is that those who make mistakes are not always the ones who suffer for them but
those who come after us. It cannot but be a real sorrow to you, the outcome of your hard work and faithful vigil for an ideal
playground, but your philosophy of life I know will not permit you to take it too seriously. I regret you could not have had
a little mountain play time in the summer perhaps you will now get away for a time. I came east the end of August and when
I reached Boston found a letter from Donald saying the camp here was much more comfortable than many years ago and asking
me to join him which I promptly did as I have always been eager to see these 2 Canadian woods. It is a night and day trip
by train from Boston. then a wild ride of thirty five miles in patchy blackness in a wagon with a strange livery man to reach
the fartherest settlement which I did at the witching hour of midnight. The next morning I began my two days canoe trip poling
up the Tobique? . It was a glorious trip to see the deer start to cover and partridges herons and all my old fern and flower
friends of the Wisconsin woods. How I longed for Ellie and Marian and my true nature-lover comrades I have a dear little
log cabin hanging over Nictan Lake surrounded by low wooded mountains and with the foliage turning most gloriously. I shall
remain until the middle of October before I go to New York to visit old friends but Donald stays until November, until snow
and cold drives him out as he is having wonderful luck with his pictures - both the Movie camera for moose and his other work.
He is trying to get a caribou this week on either camera. and is walking miles slowly and doing so well. 05553