Letter from John Muir to Louie [Strentzel Muir], 1893 Jul 6.

• Main Author: Muir, John
• Format: Text
• Language: English
• Published: Scholarly Commons 1893
• Subjects: Environmentalist; naturalist; travel; conservation; national parks; John Muir; history; correspondence; letters; Castle Hill; Dunbar; glaciers; Alaska
• Online Access: https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/muir-correspondence/952; https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/context/muir-correspondence/article/1951/viewcontent/muir07_1183_md_1.pdf

[4][town?]. They were very cordial & are determined to get me away from the hotel I spent the evening there talking family affairs, [auld lang syne?] glaciers wild gardens adventures etc till after 11, then returned to the hotel. Here are a few flowers that I picked on the Castle Hill on my walk with Douglas for Helen & Wanda. I pray Heaven in the midst of my pleasure that you are all well Edinburgh is apart from its glorious historical associations far the most beautiful town I ever saw I can not conceive how it could be more beautiful. In the very heart of it rises the great castle hills glacial sculptured & wild like a bit of Alaska in the midst of the most beautiful architecture to be found in the world. I wish you could see it, & you will when the babies grow up. I think you had better send your letters hereafter to the care of the London, Paris, & American Bank Limited London, England, & I shall have them forwarded from there.[in margin: Love to all. Hello Midge, How do you feel,[illegible] Wanda. Goodbye. J.M.][1]Dunbar ScotlandJuly 6, 1893.Dear Louie I left Liverpool Monday morning, reached Edinburgh early the same day, went to a hotel, & then went to the old book publisher David Douglas to whom Johnson had given me a letter. He is a very solemn looking dignified old Scotchman of the old school, an intimate friend & crony of John Brown who wrote "Rab & his friends", knew Hugh Millar Walter Scot & indeed all the literary men was the publisher of Dean Ramsays R[illegible] of Scothst life & character etc, He had heard of me through my writings & after he knew who I was burst forth into the warmest cordiality & became a perfect gushing fountain of fun, humor, & stories of the old Scotch writers, Tuesday morning he took me in hand, & led me over Edinburgh, took me to all the famous places celebrated in Scots novels went around the [Cotton?] Hill & the castle, into the old churches so full of[in margin: 696] 01699[2][illegible], to Queen Marys ...