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2 one summer so long ago. The remembrance on my part was wonderfully quickened one morning nearly two years ago, when Prof.
Jordan read to our class the sweetest, brightest, most musical article on the Water Ouzel from Scribner. The writer, he said,
was John Muir. The way my acquaintance of long ago developed into friendship, the way I proudly said I knew you, would have
made you laugh. What shall I say of your articles? They are as refreshing as I imagine a sea breeze or the mountain air to
be. We have all read re-read them, have 3 wished to see you. underlined: Do come back, come soon. Can t you come next
summer? Why, we have all grown out of your knowledge. The three children you knew best the ones who long ago in the dark room
delighted to read to bring you flowers are now men women. Merrill is a young lawyer, with all sorts of aspirations. Janet
is at home, a young lady of leisure. Your little friend Katie is teacher in a fashionable boarding school, which, I know is
not much of recommendation to a man who turns his eyes away from all flowers but the wild rose the sweet brier. Prof. Jordan
anticipates pleasure in your acquaintance, I am sure each will enjoy the other.