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Stanford University, 25 June, 1895 My dear Mr. Muir: I have thought and spoken of you often since my delightful visit
with you, and am now somewhat ashamed that I should have delayed my intended letter until after the receipt of your polite
acknowledgement of my article. I have all along desired to tell you how much pleasure the visit gave me, and to say a word
or two about the remainder of our outing. My excuse is--too many business and other unpostponable letters to write. We reached
Napa at noon that Sunday, after a warm run. Green returned toward San Francisco the same afternoon. Monday morning 01998
2 Farman and I ran up to Calistoga, where we took the stage as far as the famous Toll-house, which is a manner of summer
hotel. Leaving our wheels there, and each taking a fifteen-cent lunch in a paper and a bottle of water, we started up Mt.
St. Helena. An old miner, part owner of the Silverado Mine, who is waiting for free coinage before reopening the mine, accompanied
us as far as Silverado and showed us the haunts of Robert Louis Stevenson, who, I found, under the name of Stevens or under
the guarded description a noted Eastern writer, is one of the traditions of the neighborhood. Unfortunately, our old miner
came here a year or so after Stevenson, and, so far as I could learn from him, the several characters 01998