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pleasures of the world, buckle down wisely to real work. In the prime of your life unwavering unseduced you have tramped on
through Gods woods with the force steadiness of an intellectual mastadon, now nearing the end of your colossal job, you may
henceforth saunter beneath the arms of the trees listening to their blessings with a shining face round smooth tranquil as
the moon. I see nothing in the way of our Atlantic trip I thank you for planning it. If Canby goes the thing must be perfect.
A contimation? of last years. I sent a second box of flrs after learning that Miss Eastwood Mr Clark Soone had been unlucky.
Ever Yours John Muir