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Madison, Jany 8 '95 John Muir My dear Friend. I should be writing you now even if you had not written me last Friday.
It was my resolve not to write till I had wound up your Californian Bible with its closing Revelation on bees. All is now
done. The book was in you an inspiration--and it inspires all who have any fraction of your communion with nature. Rocking
like a baby in the tree-top (252p) you recall my experience 53 years ago when I ran like a squirrel into the main-top and
higher, when the mast swung from side to side over the water--McCloud (p.259) rushes forth from the face of a cliff like the
Jordan at Baneas from a spur of Mt Hermon where I camped to gaze the more on the river born full-grown. You know that as I
daily circle the park and even in my study I have a taste of your squirrel studies. I see them baffling both dogs and even
cats who sometimes run up a tree only to creep down abashed and chapfallen. I doubt if you know the etymology of squirrel.
It is Greek skioupos? that is shadow-tail 01919