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908 Nov. 1902 Dear Mr Biedenback Rest assured I shall be with you December 1st if I can possibly find a way through the
confounded tangle of obligations that holds me here. I see no opening however as yet, or anything that promises one. therefore,
much as it distresses me to seem wanting in appreciation of the kindness honor of your invitation, I must warn you not to
count on me. After escaping the common dangers of the wilderness these kind invitations honors of civilization are like to
be the death of me; for from some strange mysterious cause they come flying about me thick as snowflakes give no end of trouble
in trying to explain a poor wanderer's woeful inability 03088