Title:
Letter from Louie [Strentzel] to [John Muir], 1879 Jun 27.
Creator:
Louie [Strentzel]
Publisher:
University of the Pacific Library Holt-Atherton Special Collections. Please contact this institution directly to obtain copies
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Contributor:
[John Muir]
Date:
1879 Jun 27
2008
Type:
Text
Format:
Image/jpeg2000
Identifier:
muir03_1097-md-1
Source:
Original letter dimensions: 20 x 25 cm.
Language:
eng
Coverage:
Alhambra [Calif.]
Rights:
Copyright status unknown
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Transcription:
2 sight must be always everything that is yours. So I persuaded Papa to go with me to San Francisco, Monday morning, and
Mr. Upham said he was very glad of our coming for those plants on account of the mice being trouble- some in that closet He
also sent out a large box for keeping the books and magazines that were left. While moving the pamphlets from the bureau,
the first thing I found was that veritable Sequoia letter, which I promptly confiscated; and deeming it undesirable for strangers
to read them, I made search for all letters and scraps of writing about the room and locked them away in the trunk. Your Wooden
Clock I wanted that so, but could not carry it off then without danger of breaking, 3 When I go to see Mrs. Upham, and
return directly to the boat, I will wrap it up carefully and bring it home with me-unless you wish otherwise. Mary said that
Clara Dalaelle had been quite sick, and the family would all return in a few days. While at the store, Mr. Swett came in,
said all were well, Little Helen dancing and singing like a bird, and telling everybody that she intends to visit up at Dr.
Strentzel s in peach-time this summer. I keep all your note-books, papers, plants, and pictures in a centennial trunk by the
door of my little room opening out on the veranda, so in case of fire the whole could be easily drawn out beyond reach of
the flames. Father sent this afternoon per 5 and forgive me that I was so weak and foolish the last day. You would if
only you could see and understand how hard I strive to learn patience. This has been a hurried week and I have had little
time for looking over either Yosemite notes or flowers, but yesterday. I found for help and for remembrance, These stormy
days are instruments by which work of cheerful hopeful immortal beauty is accomplished. For this I am thankful. Faithfully
Yours, Louie. 00856