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GEO. HANSEN LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT 2705 HEARST AVENUE, BERKELEY, CAL. ADVISORY ARCHITECT TO PARK COMMISSIONS, MUNICIPALITIES
AND CEMETERY ASSOCIATIONS May 2d., 1904. Dear and good man, Cent (reposing in his private car): who are you making for
today? Shack or upstairs? Wells-Fargo driver: It is for you today. Gent (as before); Oh, I guess not. Driver, as he passes:
Yes it is. Voice of gent's soul: John Muir, sure; but what can he send? Some hammering went on in the backyard, and then
the triumphant hurrah of Young Roland told the story: Papa, Oranges, big ones. Now he is at my side with a golden orb under
each armpit. Shall we eat 'em , me in Junge? Asks the father - Shall we? replies the boy (who has never yet used the words
no and yes ).- Here comes the mother, too. Mama, tumbles out the choking voice, people are good to us - Too good, I think
says thinly the voice the sender of which surveys the silvery x-pand of the Bay before our eyes.- Let us thank' god for it
. Meanwhile the little chap has busied himself. He knows the value of gold,-he passes it on. Every one in the home (and are
nt we all of one Mine? to be in-the-family?) has been provided by him with the biggest he can get his fingers -around and
the good Mother peals one for the generous giver himself. Two days later a lady Calls on an errand, and finding my wife's
hair down in a switch, and her face haggard and worn , she guesses the tale, and her daughter comes around sometime Hater,
and has a loaf of fresh-baked bread in a napkin. She got it filled with four oranges, oranges from John Muir's growing when
she went back, one for each in their home - Later in the same' day (it is Sunday now) a former neighbor, now of Mill Valley,
calls with the sweetness of the canyon all in one bouquet . The two woman were closeted for a short 03354