Title:
Letter from C[harles] S[prague] S[argent] to John Muir, 1897 Oct 11.
Creator:
C[harles] S[prague] S[argent]
Publisher:
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Contributor:
John Muir
Date:
1897 Oct 11
2008
Type:
Text
Format:
Image/jpeg2000
Identifier:
muir09_1099-md-1
Source:
Original letter dimensions: 26.5 x 20 cm.
Language:
eng
Coverage:
Jamaica Plain, Mass.
Rights:
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Transcription:
ARNOLD ARBORETUM, HARVARD UNIVERSITY. Jamaica Plain, Mass., October 11, 1897. My dear Muir: Since I wrote you last
I have buried poor Stiles and seen my daughter very near death. This was a week ago when a third operation was performed.
She almost succumbed after it but rallied in thirty-six hours and is now doing as well as possible. The doctors feel that
she is quite out of danger, and I hope in ten days more that she will be sitting up. Stiles's death is a serious matter for
me and I shall never get another man to help me who combines so many good and great qualities. I saw Mr. Page the other day
and a long talk with him about you and the series of articles on Alaska which we are all anxious that you should contribute
to The Atlantic and then make into a book. You can do it better than anybody else, and, if I did not want to bore you with
platitudes, I would get off a lot of stuff about duty, etc., etc. You have the information and ability to make a good book,
however, and you ought to do it and do it now. Book-making is mighty hard work, but that is the sort of thing we seem to be
made for. I believe I have not had a word from you since we separated, and it occurs to me that it is about time that you
should send me a line and let me know if you are in the land of the living. Faithfully yours, illegible 02347