some friends worried me into helplessness made me sit for a bust What they can want with me in clay iron or brass I can't
imagine. Setting here trying to write I often feel that I must escape to the wilderness once more. You have no idea how I'm
set upon. The severe weather you have had this winter I hope is now past for the year that you will all come through these
all other trials safely yet see many happy days on both sides the continent. With hearty thanks I am ever sincerely yours
John Muir