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I was interested in your corrections, and gladly accept them with but onesmall exception: You have cut down the time it took
you to get to me fromwhere you first saw me lying on the precipice from twenty minutes to twentyseconds. Yet you allow the
sentence in which I speak of hearing you whistling and calling as you scrambled around the top of the slide and then down
to my level. It certainly took minutes, and I thought I had your own computation of the time as we talked it over. I have
compromised on ten minutes. I am deep in another story of the trail. I am counting the time till the shackles are off my
hands and I can spend my whole time on this work. I am now taking care of three preaching places besides Cordova and am travelling
almost half my time. By the way, have you read the poems of Robert W. Service? They are published in two volumes, under the
titles The Spell of the Yukon and other Verses and Ballads of a Cheechako by Edward Stern and Co., Philadelphia. I consider
Service the only real Poet of the North. Please write soon, and if you change your mind and come it will be all the better.
Yours from the bottom of my heart, illegible