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in margin: My heart aches not to go home ere I have done my work but to just know that you are well. Your affectionate husband
John Muir 4 We are drifting in the harbor among cakes of ice about the size of the orchard, but they can do us no harm,
the great mtns forming the walls are covered with snow yet except on a few bare spots near their bases there is not a single
tree scarce a hint of any spring or summer have I seen since leaving San Francisco the orchard I hope you will see Mr Millard,
you must keep Annie Hand at? down stairs or she may fall, now my wife child Doctor? mother I must bid goodbye Heaven bless
you all. Send copes of my Bulletin letters to my mother put this letter with my papers notebooks. You will get many other
letters now that the whalers are returning. in margin: in circle 17 1 Plover Bay, Siberia, June 16th, 1881. My beloved
wife, We leave this harbor tomorrow morning at 6 oclock for St Michael then northward. The Carwin is in perfect condition
since the season promises to be a favorable one we hope to find the Jeanette get home this fall. I have not yet seen the American
shore but hope to see it very thouroughly as everything seems to work towards my objects. That the Asiatic American continents
were one a very short geological time ago is already clear to me though I shall probably obtain much more available proof