Letter from S. Hall Young to John Muir, 1890 Apr 17.
014144New York Evangelist - more as an advertisement than for any other purpose. I am staying with Father at present, & his house will be my headquarters for some time. He is 84 years of age, & is strong & well, preaching nearly every Sunday, & working at his Commentary on Proverbs -...
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| Summary: | 014144New York Evangelist - more as an advertisement than for any other purpose. I am staying with Father at present, & his house will be my headquarters for some time. He is 84 years of age, & is strong & well, preaching nearly every Sunday, & working at his Commentary on Proverbs - a happy, green old age. I have a brother in Alaska at [Howean?] - married to a Scotch woman we took out there to teach in our school. The Wrangel mission, I am sorry to say, has greatly declined, so I am informed. The man who took my place doesn't seem to be the man for the place. Of your Tlinkit friends I do not know that there are any left whom you would recognize but Lot, who is as outwardly correct & as avariciously incorrect as ever. Dr. Jackson is still (in his own notion) monarch of all he doesn't 5survey in Alaska, & is still engaged principally in blowing his own horn, which has, however, become somewhat thin by constant use, & has lost its power to thrill the public as of yore, though it is as brassy as ever. Jackson Islands, & Sheldon Bays, & Sheldon Jackson Points, & Mount Jacksons, & Dr. Jackson Glaciers thickly bestride the [illegible]. How many children have you, my friend? Have all been spared you, & does Mrs. Muir keep well? Are her father & mother still alive? You sent me the account of your father's death, which I have in my scrapbook. No children have been born to us since the sweet but, whose fading you witnessed in Oakland. The spirit of Mother Nature stirs within my mightily at times & it is hard to stay within the prosaic bounds of civilization. My whole body tingles to be gone to the mountains & https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/jmcl/38145/thumbnail.jpg |
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