letterhead the sunset purple. This morning when I looked out I was in a big wheatfield. We were passing through the farmers
Palouse country - the most fertile I know of in all the interior of the continent The ride to along the Pend D Oreille River
was charming - such a fine deep blue flood of cool water flowing past rocks through the beautiful forests. I suppose Ill
be in Duluth next Monday. Tuesday start down the lakes to Buffalo. When I get to Duluth I'll telegraph if I get a chance.
I hope you your mamma Wanda are well. Give them my love. I hope too that Mesopotamia Tawny etc are well that the house is
not illegible by burned until the end of the world or near it. When you go over to Maggies give her my love. Goodbye dear
Ever Your loving Papa. John Muir