Letter from Louie Strentzel to [John Muir], 1879 Oct 24.
[4]to visit her next week, and attend the Authors’ Carnival and a fine concert, which I intend to do. A note from Emily came to day. I wrote you before a pleasant visit with Mrs. Upham, the time of the Grand receptions. I suppose the Cal. newspapers are sometimes seen in Alaska, so you probably know...
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| Summary: | [4]to visit her next week, and attend the Authors’ Carnival and a fine concert, which I intend to do. A note from Emily came to day. I wrote you before a pleasant visit with Mrs. Upham, the time of the Grand receptions. I suppose the Cal. newspapers are sometimes seen in Alaska, so you probably know all you care for of the ways and interests of Californians. Papa says to tell you that our “Alhambra grapes are just now, most delicious but also, they are ripening and departing a la ‘tempus fugit’!” That is only too true,- though I fear I haven’t spelled it according to Latin rule. The little translucent Corinths are dainty and delicious enough for fairies, or, other good people! And if you are very good, some of them will stay and wait for you even until Thanksgiving day. [in margin: 420] Ah me! what a blessed Thanksgiving if only you come home. Louie Strentzel. [1] Alhambra, Oct. 24, 1879.Beloved Friend, So far, so far away, and still another month of wandering in that wild Northland! When I said, “Alaska seems good to me.” did I quite understand the marvelous charm of those white mysterious glacier heights? Yet it reaches even to me, here two thousand miles away, and it is beautiful — so I am sure there is no jealousy of this weird power, that makes me long so for your coming to the south. But I shiver with every thought of the dark cruel winter drifting down, down- and never a beam of sunshine on all that wide land of mists.00870 https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/jmcl/35350/thumbnail.jpg |
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