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00895 4 So can not see how you can be happy so far away from human care sympathy, except the little fellow must always
be singing Are ye not of more value than many sparrows? All you say of him is a sermon on that text. I must tell you, if only
to make you smile, how much sympathy I wasted on you. Somehow I thought you had no friends nor companions but glaciers icebergs
birds bears ever-greens, that you had no mother to wear out her anxious heart about you, all that, Well, one day my sympathies
were all 1 Indianapolis, March 28th 80. Dear Mr. Muir For a fact I was glad to get your letter, see that you had not
forgotten me. You are in an open letter, I could not tell all truth of the reading of that piece on the ouzel. It was this.
One morning Prof. Jordan greatly offended us by announcing in class that instead of the regular lesson he would read an article
from Scribner, this intimating we were too stupid to appreciate such a piece if left to ourselves, Lo retaliate, when he told
who wrote the article, I made him