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Los Angeles. Cal. April 25th 1903. Dear John Muir: I hope the Glaciers have by this time made their way to the encyclopedic
sea, and broken off and drifted away, leaving you footloose. I have just this morning mailed my article on California to the
same office--and it has made me hump this week to put so much California into so small a pinhole as ten thousand words. I
am mighty glad you are going to the Yosemite with the President, part of my consolation being that he can't lose you as easily
as he did Brother Burroughs in the Yellowstone. Only look out that you bar horses. A challenged party has the right of 03224
2- Muir- weapons and don't you let Teddy get you to busting broncos with him. Just keep him afoot and guessing. This is
really a moral obligation on you for the honor of the West. I want him to find that even the Jeremiahs out here can stay with
him all day. I wish I could be a fly on a redwood stump, while the procession goes by. I am going over to the Grand Canon
about the 2nd and see if we can pull it up a little nearer the surface so that he can explore the whole business in nine hours
besides shaking hands with the whole population of Arizona. I hear that numerous suspicious looking boxes, whose contents
are not necessarily for publication but as a guarantee of good faith, are being sent to the Grand Canon Hotel in my name to
be presented to the President; but I am forming a dark plan to upon those boxes just before he gets there, and encourage the
assembled population of Arizona to take his health so heartily that 03224