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946 N. Penn St., Indianapolis, Aug. 31st, 1895. My dear Mr. Muir: Has it seemed strange to you that I have never written
a word to thank you for your sweet remembrance, that beautiful book - the book that we have all looked forward to for so long?
It must. But I could not write -- the more I think of those I love the harder it is for me to write, and so you will forgive
me, I know. I thank you for your sympathy. It has been a comfort that you may not know - only that I do not deserve it.
As for the Mountains of California, I am so proud of you - almost as proud as Annie Muir can be. And is there to be another
some day on Alaska? I hope so. Do go on. Kate seemed to think that your health was not at all what it should be. You must
live for all the friends who are proud of you, and who would not find this world half so fair a place without you. Charles
returns from his trip across the sea at this time. To-day he lands, and will be with us the early part of next week. He is
very well. Merrill is attending a Bar Association at Detroit. Aunt Kate and Mina are spending a few weeks near Sandusky on
an island in Lake Erie. And Mamma and I are keeping each other company at home, Give my love and hers to Mrs. Muir and the
children. I wish we could see them before they grow up. With love from us both, Always your friend, Janet D ouglass Moores
Your picture and the children's stand on my table -- thank you for them.