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259 B Bluff, Yokohama, Japan, August 24th, 1900. Mr. John Muir, Dear sir: More than twenty years ago, when I was
at my mountain home in Siskiyou Co., California, I read a short sketch of your own, in which you pictured the sense delight
of listening to the wind with its many voices sweeping through the pines. That article made a life-long impression on me,
and shaped an inner perception for the wonders of Nature which has gladdened my entire life since -- a very busy life, with
many changes of scene. It has always seemed to me that I must some time thank you. Once, visiting at the home of governor
Bidwell in Chico, California, I saw the sketches and your autograph that told of your most interesting visit to the glaciers
of Mt. Shasta. Several times since I have read the story. This morning A read your Field Gardens of the Yosemite Park and
hence this intrusion upon your time and attention Often while wandering among the hills of Japan I have wished that John Muir
might see and listen here and say what this strange island scenery means. It has become the tramping ground of the tourist,
but no one sees or hears it aright yet, to my mind. Pardon this intrusion. My husband, a good American citizen is master
of one of the Japanese Govt. Mail Steamers. He enjoys your articles with me. With much gratitude for all you have thought,
felt, and written, I am, Yours very truly, Mrs. Richard Swain 02722