Title:
Letter from Geo[rge] Hansen to [John Muir], 1906 Apr.
Creator:
Geo[rge] Hansen
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:
1906 Apr
2008
Type:
Text
Format:
Image/jpeg2000
Identifier:
muir16_0204-md-1
Source:
Original letter dimensions: 28 x 21.5 cm.
Language:
eng
Coverage:
Berkeley, Calif.
Rights:
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Transcription:
GEO. HANSEN LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT 2705 HEARST AVENUE, BERKELEY, CAL. ADVISORY ARCHITECT TO PARK COMMISSIONS, MUNICIPALITIES
AND CEMETERY ASSOCIATIONS Easter-tide 1906. Dear Friend and Father, No plague same near our dwelling . For it in the
shadows of his wings made we our refuge, until these calamities were overpast. It le quiet as in His courts around this Holy
Hill, and if it was not for the reports that human tongue spread like flames of greedy fire at the base of our abode, .mtruly,
I would not know what is sold to have taken place. The world has died for me, and I am comforted . There never was an Easter
like this Easter, and there is a in every thought thatUplifts. Mother and babe were away, comforting the last days (or are
they nighter) of a mother that has seen enough of this turmoil. They now have returned and Roland is well satisfied with the
way I have fed his little chicks. He says that he likes the burn best up at uncle's . You can make all the noise you want.
Down here in Berkeley they only study, study all the time. - O, child of God that leads me , I feel like you the weariness
of the fleeh. Our love to the sister, and let them put spray of wild flowers of the desert into a cup of cold water for us.
It is said to be better offering than a candle on alter. You, good father, look up into the stars for us. illegible 03707