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turn her toward the Yellowstone, The Green Tuolumne or Hetch Hetchy, something of that kind anything except the red Arizona.
In that awful gulf she will gurgle gasp on conglomerate superlatives for a few days. Then pass away in a smothering choking
dry blur of sublimity... Truly I'm glad you're going to publish your collected poems Good luck to you Ive often thought of
the grand work you could do were you free from the dreary drudgery of doing or directing the work of others. Gilders new
volume of poems has lots of fine things in it I have greatly enjoyed reading it My kindest regards to him Ever faithfully
Yours John Muir10033