Letter from John Muir to [Katharine Hooker], 1911 Dec 6.

• Main Author: Muir, John
• Format: Text
• Language: English
• Published: Scholarly Commons 1911
• Subjects: Environmentalist; naturalist; travel; conservation; national parks; John Muir; history; correspondence; letters; Glacier Bay; Marian; Hooker; Nunes; Osborn; Maude; Mountain Bay; glacier; Alaska
• Online Access: https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/muir-correspondence/6199; https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/context/muir-correspondence/article/7215/viewcontent/muir20_0733.pdf

[4]Im glad you are not going to sell the Los Angeles garret & garden. Why, I hardly know. Perhaps because Im weary & lonesome with a long hot journey ahead & I feel as if I was again bidding you all goodby. I think you may send me a word or two to Cape Town, c/o the American Consul. It would not be lost for it would follow me.Its perfectly marvelous how kind hundreds of people have been to this wanderer & the new beauty stored up is far beyond telling. Give my love to Marian Maude & Ellie & all who love you. I wish you would write a line now & then to darling Helen. She has a little bungalow of her own now at 233 Formosa Avenue. Hollywood Cal.It's growing late & I've miserable packing to do.GoodnightAnd once more, dear dear friend GoodbyJohn Muir[1][letterhead]Dec. 6 1911My dear friendYour letter of Oct. 4 from San Francisco was forwarded from Para to Buenos Aires & received there at the American Consulate. Your & Marian's letter dated Aug. 7th were received at Para, not having been quite in time to reach me before I sailed, but forwarded by Mrs. Osborn. I can't think how I could have failed to acknowledge them I have them & others with me & they have been read times numberless When I was feeling lonely on my strange wanderings in all sorts of places.But I'm now done with this glorious continent at least for the present, as far as [2]hard journeys along rivers across mtns & tablelands & through strange forests are concerned. I've seen all I sought for & far far far more. From Para I sailed to Rio de Janeiro & at the first eager gaze into its wonderful harbor saw that it was a glacier bay as unchanged by everything as any in Alaska, every rock in it & about it a glacial monument tho within 23º of the equator & feathered with palms instead of spruces. While every mountain & bay all the way down the coast to the Rio Grande do Sul corroberates the strange icy story . From Rio I sailed to Santos & Nunes struck inland & wandered most ...