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calm Boston temper? Judging by your letters you are as stinging prickly as a cockspur crataigus. As to this quitting business,
how can a fellow quit what he has never joined? To explain this would require the airy wisdom of a Jamaica Plain transcendentalist
Who did the quitting when a poor Scotchman was left alone among the Palmettoes of Florida? who had to be dragged to Alaska
like a sinner to Paradise to prevent the rankest wickedest quitting? Ask you conscience or Canby. Verily in the last summers
of the Century you seem to have quit everything except your hawthorns sins - I have no plans as yet for the summer Perhaps
you had better join me in a trip through the Sierra parks brnig a good photographer. May the balmy south woods sweeten you.
Love to Canby. Ever Yours, John Muir