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4 the dark winding streets, for your drift dambering over wags? which discouraged my awkward feet The sidewalks of Boston
would be my nature heather. I am worrying here, as ever, about the human race, - that collection of miserable beings which
you so utterly ignore in your work. Just now, I am praching the divinity of the body, and striving to le illegible women to
respect their natural selves sufficiently to wear garments that do not pinch and burden and crucify their suffering frames.
In four weeks I shall have a book out on that theme; and I have devised such comfortable attic for myself that I think I could
now skip over your slanting mountain trails like a bounding doe. I wonder what Mrs. Carr is doing now-a- days. Please tell
her I count upon her to keep along all good causes in the far West; and remember me also to her husband. For your map and
letters and information I desire to under a most hearty, although tardy; thanks. With kindest regards, Believe me. Very truly
yr. friend. Abba G. Woolson. 00694 1 Concord. New Hampshire. Sept. 27. 1874. My dear Mr. Muir, It is a long while
since I have written to you, and I fear you think me an ungrateful recipient of all your favors, since I have never done so
much as thank you for them. But I have thought of you very often during the past year, and your name is a household word with
us. You know I have been illegible ming enough to attempt a description of Yosemite in a public lecture; and, of course, I
can never give it without vividly walking our golden days there spent under your guidance. But I am ashamed to be talking
about what I know so little of, compared with yourself, and I have never liked to write you concerning this lecture. You would
say, could you hear it, Pshaw what does underlined: she know about the Yosemite?