6 n ^ I Letters to a Friend Letters to a Friend Written to Mrs. Ezra S. Carr 1866— 1879 By BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 191S COPYRIGHT, I915, BV WANDA MUIR HANNA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED THIS EDITION CONSISTS OF 3OO COPIES Prefatory Note TT 7HEN John Muir was a student in the ^ ^ University of Wisconsin he was a fre- quent caller at the house of Dr. Ezra S. Carr. The kindness shown him there, and especially the sympathy which Mrs. Carr, as a botanist and a lover of nature, felt in the young man's in- terests and aims, led to the formation of a lasting friendship. He regarded Mrs. Carr, indeed, as his "spiritual mother," and his letters to her in later years are the outpourings of a sensitive spirit to one who he felt thoroughly understood and sympathized with him. These letters are therefore peculiarly revealing of their writer's personality. Most of them were written from the Yosemite Valley, and they give a good no- tion of the life Muir led there, sheep-herding, guiding, and tending a sawmill at intervals to earn his daily bread, but devoting his real self to an ardent scientific study of glacial geology and a joyous and reverent communion with Nature. u J LETTERS TO A FRIEND " The Hollow," January 21, 1866. Your last, written in the delicious quiet of a Sabbath in the country, has been received and read a good many times. I was interested with the description you draw of your sermon. You speak of such services like one who appreciated and relished them. But although the page of Nature is so replete with divine truth, it is silent concerning the fall of man and the won- ders of Redeeming Love. Might she not have been made to speak as clearly and eloquently of these things as she now does of the character and attributes of God ^ It may be a bad symp- tom, but I will confess that I take more intense delight from reading the power and goodness of God from " the things which are made " than from the Bible. The two books, however, har- monize beautifully, and contain enough of di- vine truth for the study of all eternity. It is so [ I ] ^ Letters to a Friend much easier for us to employ our faculties upon these beautiful tangible forms than to exercise a simple, humble living faith such as you so well describe as enabling us to reach out joyfully into the future to expect what is promised as a thing of to-morrow. I wish, Mrs. Carr, that I could see your mosses and ferns and lichens. I am sure that you must be happier than anybody else. You have so much less of winter than others ; your parlor garden is verdant and in bloom all the year. I took your hint and procured ten or twelve species of moss all in fruit, also a club-moss, a fern, and some liverworts and lichens. I have also a box of thyme. I would go a long way to see your herbarium, more especially your ferns and mosses. These two are by far the most interesting of all the natural orders to me. The shaded hills and glens of Canada are richly or- namented with these lovely plants. Aspidium spinulosum is common everywhere, so also is A, marginale, A. aculeatum^ A. Lonchitis, and [2] Letters to a Friend A, acrostichoides are also abundant in many places. I found specimens of most of the other aspidiums, but those I have mentioned are more common. Cystopteris bulhifera grows in every arbor-vitae shade in company with the beau- tiful and fragrant Linncea borealis. Botrychium lunarioides is a common fern in many parts of Canada. Osmunda regalis is far less common here than in Wisconsin. I found it in only two localities. Six Claytoniana only in one place near the Niagara Falls. The delicate Adiantum trembles upon every hillside. Struthiopteris Ger- manica grows to a great height in open places in arbor-vitae and black ash swamps. Campto- sorus rhizophyllus and Scolopendrium officina- rum I found in but one place, amid the wet limestone rocks of Owen Sound. There are many species of sedge common here which I do not remember having seen in Wisconsin. Ca- lypso borealis is a lovely plant found in a few places in dark hemlock woods. But this is an endless thing; I may as well stop here. I have been very busy of late making prac- [ 3] Letters to a Friend tical machinery. I like my work exceedingly well, but would prefer inventions which would require some artistic as well as mechanical skill. I invented and put in operation a few days ago an attachment for a self-acting lathe, which has increased its capacity at least one third. We are now using it to turn broom-handles, and as these useful articles may now be made cheaper, and as cleanliness is one of the cardinal virtues, I congratulate myself in having done something like a true philanthropist for the real good of mankind in general. What say you.f* I have also invented a machine for making rake-teeth, and another for boring for them and driving them, and still another for making the bows, still another used in making the handles, still another for bending them, so that rakes may now be made nearly as fast again. Farmers will be able to produce grain at a lower rate, the poor get more bread to eat. Here is more phil- anthropy; is it not ? I sometimes feel as though I was losing time here, but I am at least receiv- ing my first lessons in practical mechanics, and [4] Letters to a Friend as one of the firm here is a millwright, and as I am permitted to make as many machines as I please and to remodel those now in use, the school is a pretty good one. I wish that Allie and Henry B. could come to see me every day, there are no children in our family here, and I miss them very much. They would like to see the machinery, and I could turn wooden balls and tops, rake-bows before being bent would make excellent canes, and if they should need crutches broom-handles and rake-handles would answer. I have not heard from Henry for a long time. I suppose that this evening finds you in your pleasant library amid books and plants and butterflies. Are you really successful in keeping happy, spor- tive "winged blossoms" in such weather as this.? One of the finest snowstorms is raging now; the roaring wind thick with snow rushes cruelly through the desolate trees. Our rapid stream that so short a time ago shone and twinkled in the hazy air bearing away the nuts and painted [5] Letters to a Friend leaves of autumn is now making a doleful noise as it gropes its way doubtfully and sulkily amid heaps of snow and broken ice. The weather here is unusually cold. How do matters stand at the University? Can it be that the Doctor is really going to become prac- tical farmer? He will have time to compose excellent lectures while following the plow and harrow or when shearing his sheep. I thank you for your long, good letter. Those who are in a lonely place and far from home know how to appreciate a friendly letter. Re- member me to the Doctor and to all my friends and believe me Yours with gratitude, John Muir. [1866 or 1867.] [Beginning of letter missing.] I have not before sent these feelings and thoughts to anybody, but I know that I am speaking to one who by long and deep com- munion with Nature understands them, and [6] Letters to a Friend can tell me what is true or false and unworthy in my experiences. The ease with which you have read my mind from hints taken from letters to my child friends gives me confidence to write. Thank you for the compliment of the great picture-frame. That is at least one invention that I should not have discovered, — but the picture is but an insect, an animalcule. I have stood by a majestic pine, witnessing its high branches waving "in sign of worship" or in con- verse with the spirit of the storms of autumn, till I forgot my very existence, and thought my- self unworthy to be made a leaf of such a tree. What work do you use in the study of the Fungi? and where can I get a copy.? I think of your description of these " Kttle children of the vegetable kingdom" whenever I meet any of them. I am busy with the mosses and liver- worts, but find difficulty in procuring a suitable lens. Here is a specimen of Climacium Amer- icanum, a common moss here but seldom in fruit. I was sorry to hear of your loss at the Uni- [7] Letters to a Friend versity of so valuable a man from such a cause. I hope that the wheels of your institution are again in motion. I have not yet, I am sorry to say, found "The Stone Mason of Saint Point," though I have sought for it a great deal. By whom is it pub- lished ? Please remember me to my friends. I often wish myself near the Doctor with my difficul- ties in science. Tell Allie Mr. Muir does not forget him. Trout's Mills, near Meaford, September 13th, [1866.] Your precious letter with its burden of cheer and good wishes has come to our hollow, and has done for me that work of sympathy and encouragement which I know you kindly wished it to do. It came at a time when much needed, for I am subject to lonesomeness at times. Ac- cept, then, my heartfelt gratitude — would that I could make better return ! I am sorry over the loss of Professor Stirling's letter, for I waited and wearied for it a long [8] Letters to a Friend time. I have been keeping up an irregular course of study since leaving Madison, but with no great success. I do not believe that study, especially of the Natural Sciences, is incom- patible with ordinary attention to business; still I seem to be able to do but one thing at a time. Since undertaking a month or two ago to invent new machinery for our mill, my mind seems to so bury itself in the work that I am fit for but little else; and then a lifetime is so little a time that we die ere we get ready to live. I would like to go to college, but then I have to say to myself, "You will die ere you can do anything else." I should like to invent useful machinery, but it comes, "You do not wish to spend your lifetime among machines and you will die ere you can do anything else." I should like to study medicine that I might do my part in helping human misery, but again it comes, "You will die ere you are ready or able to do so." How intensely I desire to be a Humboldt ! but again the chilling answer is reiterated ; but could we but live a million of years, then how [9] Letters to a Friend delightful to spend in perfect contentment so many thousand years in quiet study in college, as many amid the grateful din of machines, as many among human pain, so many thousand in the sweet study of Nature among the dingles and dells of Scotland^ and all the other less im- portant parts of our world ! Then perhaps might we, with at least a show of reason, " shuffle off this mortal coir' and look back upon our star with something of satisfaction ; I should be ashamed — if shame might be in the other world — if any of the powers, virtues, essences, etc., should ask me for common knowledge concerning our world which I could not bestow. But away with this aged structure and we are back to our handful of hasty years half gone, all of course for the best did we but know all of the Crea- tor's plan concerning us. In our higher state of existence we shall have time and intellect for study. Eternity, with perhaps the whole un- limited creation of God as our field, should satisfy us, and make us patient and trustful, while we pray with the Psalmist, "Teach us to Letters to a Friend number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom/' I was struck with your remarks about our real home of stillness and peace. How little does the outer and noisy world in general know of that "real home" and real inner life ! Happy indeed they who have a friend to whom they can unmask the workings of their real life, sure of sympathy and forbearance ! I sent for the book which you recommend ; I have just been reading a short sketch of the life of the mother of Lamartine. You say about the humble life of our Sav- iour and about the trees gathering in the sun- shine. These are beautiful things. What you say respecting the littleness of the number who are called to "the pure and deep communion of the beautiful, all-loving Nature," is particularly true of the hardworking, hard- drinking, stolid Canadians. In vain is the glo- rious chart of God in Nature spread out for them. So many acres chopped is their motto, as they grub away amid the smoke of the mag- [ II ] Letters to a Friend nificent forest trees, black as demons and mate- rial as the soil they move upon. I often think of the Doctor's lecture upon the condition of the different races of men as controlled by physical agencies. Canada, though abounding in the ele- ments of wealth, is too difficult to subdue to permit the first few generations to arrive at any great intellectual development. In my long rambles last summer I did not find a single person who knew anything of botany and but a few who knew the meaning of the word ; and wherein lay the charm that could conduct a man who might as well be gathering mammon so many miles through these fastnesses to suffer hunger and exhaustion was with them never to be discovered. Do not these answer well to the person described by the poet in these lines ? " A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." I thank Dr. Carr for his kind remembrance of me, but still more for the good patience he had with so inept a scholar. [ 12] Letters to a Friend We remember in a peculiar way those who first gave us the story of Redeeming Love from the great book of Revelation, and I shall not forget the Doctor, who first laid before me the great book of Nature, and though I have taken so little from his hand he has at least shown me where those mines of priceless knowledge lie and how to reach them. O how frequently, Mrs. Carr, when lonely and wearied, have I wished that like some hungry worm I could creep into that delightful kernel of your house, your library, with its portraits of scientific men, and so bountiful a store of their sheaves amid the blossom and verdure of your little kingdom of plants, luxuriant and happy as though hold- ing their leaves to the open sky of the most flower-loving zone in the world ! That "sweet day" did as you wished reach our hollow, and another is with us now. The sky has the haze of autumn, and excepting the aspen not a tree has motion. Upon our enclos- ing wall of verdure new tints appear, the gor- geous dyes of autumn are to be plainly seen, and [ 13] Letters to a Friend the forest seems to have found out that again its leaf must fade. Our stream, too, has a less cheerful sound, and as it bears its foam-bells pensively away from the shallow rapids it seems to feel that summer is past. You propose, Mrs. Carr, an exchange of thoughts, for which I thank you very sincerely. This will be a means of pleasure and improve- ment which I could not have hoped ever to have been possessed of, but then here is the difficulty: I feel I am altogether incapable of properly conducting a correspondence with one so much above me. We are, indeed, as you say, students in the same life school, but in very different classes. I am but an alpha novice in those sciences which you have studied and loved so long. If, however, you are willing in this to adopt the plan that our Saviour endeav- ored to beat into the stingy Israelites, viz., to *'give, hoping for nothing again,'' all will be well; and as long as your letters resemble this one before me, which you have just written, in genus, order, cohort, class, province, or king- [ 14 ] Letters to a Friend dom, be assured that by way of reply you shall at least receive an honest "Thank you." Tell Allie that Mr. Muir thanks him for his pretty flowers and would like to see him, also that I have a story for him which I shall tell some other time. Please remember me to my friends, and now, hoping to receive a letter from you at least semi-occasionally, I remain Yours with gratitude, John Muir. Address: — Meaford P. O., County Grey, Canada West. April 3rd, [1867.] You have, of course, heard of my calamity. The sunshine and the winds are working in all the gardens of God, but / — I am lost. I am shut in darkness. My hard, toil-tem- pered muscles have disappeared, and I am fee- ble and tremulous as an ever-sick woman. Please tell the Butlers that their precious sympathy has reached me. [ 15] Letters to a Friend I have read your "Stone Mason" with a great deal of pleasure. I send it with this and will write ray thoughts upon it when I can. My friends here are kind beyond what I can tell and do much to shorten my immense blank days. I send no apology for so doleful a note be- cause I feel, Mrs. Carr, that you will appreciate my feelings. Most cordially, J. MuiR. Sunday, April 6th, [1867.] Your precious letter of the 15 th reached me last night. By accident it was nearly lost. I cannot tell you, Mrs. Carr, how much I ap- preciate your sympathy and all of these kind thoughts of cheer and substantial consolation which you have stored for me in this letter. I am much better than when I wrote you; can now sit up about all day and in a room partly lighted. [ 16] Letters to a Friend Your Doctor says, "The aqueous humor may be restored." How? By nature or by art ? The position of my wound will be seen in this figure. The eye is pierced just where V ^"^^^ /^T/ "^« J r J \^ y right eye. the cornea meets the sclerotic coating. I do not know the depth of the wound or its exact direction. Sight was completely gone from the injured eye for the first few days, and my physician said it would be ever gone, but I was surprised to find that on the fourth or fifth day I could see a little with it. Sight continued to increase for a few days, but for the last three weeks it has not perceptibly in- creased or diminished. I called in a Dr. Parvin lately, said to be a very skillful oculist and of large experience both here and in Europe. He said that he thought the iris permanently injured ; that the crystalline lens was not injured ; that, of course, my two eyes would not work together; and that on the whole my chances of distinct vision were not good. But the bare possibility of any- [ 17] Letters to a Friend thing like full sight is now my outstanding hope. When the wound was made about one third of a teaspoonful of fluid like the white of an egg flowed out upon my fingers, — aqueous fluid, I suppose. The eye has not yet lost its natural appearance. I can see sufficiently well with it to avoid the furniture, etc., in walking through a room. Can almost, in full light, recognize some of my friends but cannot distinguish one letter from another of common type. I would like to hear Dr. Carr's opinion of my case. When I received my blow I could not feel any pain or faintness because the tremendous thought glared full on me that my right eye was lost. I could gladly have died on the spot, be- cause I did not feel that I could have heart to look at any flower again. But this is not so, for I wish to try some cloudy day to walk to the woods, where I am sure some of spring's sweet fresh-born are waiting. I believe with you that "nothing is with- out meaning and purpose that comes from a [ 18] Letters to a Friend Father's hand/' but during these dark weeks I could not feel this, and, as for courage and for- titude, scarce the shadows of these virtues were left me. The shock upon my nervous system made me weak in mind as a child. But enough of woe. When I can walk to where fruited specimens of Climacium are, I will send you as many as you wish. I must close. I thank you all again for your kindness. I cannot make sentences that will tell how much I feel indebted to you. Please remember me to all my friends. You will write soon. I can read my letters now. Please send them in care of Osgood & Smith. Cordially, MuiR. [April, 1867.] [Beginning of letter missing.] I have been groping among the flowers a good deal lately. Our trees are now in leaf, but the [ 19 ] Letters to a Friend leaves, as Mrs. Browning would say, are "scarce long enough for waving/' The dear little conservative spring mosses have elevated their capsules on their smooth shining shafts, and stand side by side in full stature, and full fashion, every ornament and covering carefully numbered and painted and sculptured as were those of their Adams and Eves, every cowl prop- erly plaited, and drawn far enough down, every hood with the proper dainty slant, their fash- ions never changing because ever best. Tell Allie that I would be very glad to have him send me an Anemone nemorosa [?] and A, Nuttalliana. They do not grow here. I wish he and Henry could visit me on Saturdays as they used to do. The poor eye is much better. I could read a letter with it. I believe that sight is increas- ing. I have nearly an eye and a half left. I feel, if possible, more anxious to travel than ever. I read a description of the Yosemite Valley last year and thought of it most every day [20] Letters to a Friend since. You know my tastes better than any one else. I am, most gratefully, John Muir. Indianapolis, May 2nd, 1867. I am sorry and surprised to hear of the cruel fate of your plants, I have never seen so happy flowers in any other home. They lived with you so cheerfully and confidingly, and felt so sure of receiving from you sympathy and tenderness in all their sorrows. How could they grow cold and colder and die without your knowing.^ They must have called you. Could any bedroom be so remote you could not hear.? I am very sorry, Mrs. Carr, for you and them. Can your loss be re- paired ? Will not other flowers lose confidence in you and live like those of other people, sickly and mute, half in, half out of, the body \ No snow fell here Easter evening, but a few wet flakes are falling here and there to-day. Thank you for sending the prophecy of that [21 ] Letters to a Friend loving naturalist of yours. It is indeed a pleas- ant one, but my faith concerning its complete fulfillment is weak. I do not know who your other doctor is, but I am sure that when in the Yosemite Valley and following the Pacific coast I would obtain a great deal of geology from Dr. Carr, and from yourself and that I should win the secret of many a weed's plain heart. I am overestimated by your friend. He places me in company far too honorable, but if we meet in the fields of the sunny South I shall certainly speak to him. Tell him, Mrs. Carr, in your next how thank- ful I am for his sympathy. He is one who can sympathize in full. I feel sorry for his like mis- fortune and am indebted to him through you for so many good and noble thoughts. A little messenger met me with your letter of April 8th when I was on my way to the woods for the first time. I read it upon a moss-clad fallen tree. You only of my friends congratu- lated me on my happiness in having avoided the misery and mud of March, but for the seri- [22] Letters to a Friend ous part of your letter, the kind of life which our plant friends have, and their relation to us, I do not know what to think of it. I must write of this some other time. In this first walk I found Erigenia, which here is ever first, and sweet little violets, and Sanguinaria, and Isopyrum too, and Thalic^ trum anemonoides were almost ready to venture their faces to the sky. The red maple was in full flower glory; the leaves below and the mosses were bright with its fallen scarlet blos- soms. And the elm too was in flower and the earliest willows. All this when your fields had scarce the memory of a flower left in them. I will not try to tell you how much I enjoyed in this walk after four weeks in bed. You can feel it. Indianapolis, June 9th, 1867. I have been looking over your letters and am sorry that so many of them are unanswered. My debt to you has been increasing very rap- idly of late, and I don't think it can ever be paid. [23] Letters to a Friend I am not well enough to work, and I cannot sit still; I have been reading and botanizing for some weeks, and I find that for such work I am very much disabled. I leave this city for home to-morrow accompanied by Merrill Moores, a little friend of mine eleven years of age. We will go to Decatur, 111., thence north- ward through the wide prairies, botanizing a few weeks by the way. We hope to spend a few days in Madison, and I promise myself a great deal of pleasure. I hope to go South towards the end of sum- mer, and as this will be a journey that I know very little about, I hope to profit by your counsel before setting out. I am very happy with the thought of so soon seeing my Madison friends, and Madison, and the plants of Madison, and yours. I am thankful that this affliction has drawn me to the sweet fields rather than from them. Give my love to Allie and Henry and all my friends. Yours most cordially, John Muir. [24] Letters to a Friend Roses with us are now in their grandest splen- dor. My address for five or six weeks from this date will be Portage City, Wis. " ' [1867.] I am now with the loved of home. I received your kind letter on my arrival in Portage four weeks ago. I have delayed writing that I might be able to state when I could be in Madison. I have never seen Arethusa nor Aspidium fragrans, but I know many a meadow where Calopogon finds home. With us it is now in the plenitude of glory. Camptosorus is not here, but I can easily procure you a specimen from the rocks of Owen Sound, Canada. It is there very abundant, so also is Scolopendrium, Have you a living specimen of this last fern r Please tell me particularly about the sending or bring- ing Calopogon or any other of our plants you wish for. I have no skill whatever in the matter. I am enjoying myself exceedingly. The dear flowers of Wisconsin are incomparably more [25] Letters to a Friend numerous than those of Canada or Indiana. With what fervid, unspeakable joy did I wel- come those flowers that I have loved so long! Hundreds grow in the full light of our opening that I have not seen since leaving home. In company with my little friend I visited Muir's Lake. We approached it by a ravine in the principal hills that belong to it. We emerged from the low leafy oaks, and it came in full view all unchanged, sparkling and clear, with its edging of rushes and lilies. And there, too, was the meadow, with its brook and willows, and all the well - known nooks of its winding border where many a moss and fern find home. I held these poor eyes to the dear scene and it reached me once more in its fullest glory. We visited my millpond, a very Lilliputian affair upon a branch creek from springs in the meadow. After leaving the dam my stream flows underground a few yards. The opening of this dark way is extremely beautiful. I wish you could see it. It is hung with a slender mea- dow sedge whose flowing tapered leaves have [ 26 ] Letters to a Friend just sufficient stiffness to make them arch with inimitable beauty as they reach down to wel- come the water to the Hght. This, I think, is one of Nature's finest pieces most dehcately finished and composed of just this quiet flowing water, sedge, and summer light. I wish you could see the ferns of this neigh- borhood. We have some of the finest assem- blies imaginable. There is a little grassy lake- let about half a mile from here, shaded and sheltered by a dense growth of small oaks. Just where those oaks meet the marginal sedges of the lake is a circle of ferns, a perfect brother- hood of the three osmundas, — regalis, Clayto- niana, and Cinnamomea. Of the three. Clay to- niana is the most stately and luxuriant. I never saw such lordly, magnificent clumps before. Their average height is not less than 3! or 4 feet. I measured several fronds that exceeded 5, — one, s feet 9 inches. Their palace home gave no evidence of having ever been trampled upon. I do wish you could meet them. This is my favorite fern. I 'm sorry it does not grow in [27] Letters to a Friend Scotland. Had Hugh Miller seen it there, he would not have called re galls the prince of Ba- lich ferns. I think that I have seen specimens of the ostrich fern in some places of Canada which might rival my Osmunda in height, but not in beauty and sublimity. I was anxious to see Illinois prairies on my way home ; so we went to Decatur, or near the centre of the State, thence north by Rockford and Janesville. I botanized one week on the prairie about seven miles southwest of Peca- tonica. I gathered the most beautiful bouquet there that I ever saw. I seldom make bouquets. I never saw but very few that I thought were at all beautiful. I was anxious to know the grasses and sedges of the Illinois prairies and also their comparative abundance; so I walked one hundred yards in a straight line, gathering at each step that grass or sedge nearest my foot, placing them one by one in my left hand as I walked along, without looking at them or en- tertaining the remotest idea of making a bou- quet. At the end of this measured walk my [28 ] Letters to a Friend handful, of course, consisted of one hundred plants arranged in Nature s own way as regards kind, comparative numbers, and size. I looked at my grass bouquet by chance — was startled — held it at arms length in sight of its own near and distant scenery and companion flowers — my discovery was complete and I was delighted beyond measure with the new and extreme beauty. Here it is : — Of Kxleria cristata 55 Agrostis scahra 29 Panicum clandestinum 7 " depauperatum I Stipa spartea 7 Poa abodes . 7 " pratensis ' ' I Car ex panicea ' 4 " NovcB-Anglice I The extremely fine and diffuse purple Agros- tis contrasted most divinely with the taller, strict, taper-finished Koeleria. The long-awned single Stipa too and P. clandestinum^ with their broad ovate leaves and purple muffy pistils, played an important part ; so also did the cylin- drical spikes of the sedges. All were just in [ 29 ] Letters to a Friend place ; every leaf had its proper taper and tex- ture and exact measure of green. Only P. pra- tensis seemed out of place, and as might be ex- pected it proved to be an intruder, belonging to a field or bouquet in Europe. Can it be that a single flower or weed or grass in all these prairies occupies a chance position.? Can it be that the folding or curvature of a single leaf is wrong or undetermined in these gardens that God is keeping? The most microscopic portions of plants are beautiful in themselves, and these are beau- tiful combined into individuals, and undoubt- edly all are woven with equal care into one harmonious, beautiful whole. I have the analysis of two other handfuls of prairie plants which I will show you another time. We hope to be in Madison in about three weeks. To me all plants are more precious than be- fore. My poor eye is not better or worse. A cloud is over it, but in gazing over the widest [30] Letters to a Friend landscapes I am not always sensible of its pres- ence. My love to AUie and Henry Butler and all my friends, please tell the Butlers when we are coming. Their invitation is prior to yours, but your houses are not widely separated. I mean to write again before leaving home. You will then have all my news and I will have only to listen. Most cordially, John Muir. Indianapolis, August SOth, 1867. We are safely in Indianapolis. I am not go- ing to write a letter, I only want to thank you and the Doctor and all of the boys for the en- joyments of the pleasant botanical week we spent with you. We saw, as the steam hurried us on, that the grand harvest of Compositce would be no failure this year. It is rapidly receiving its purple and gold in generous measure from the precious light of these days. I could not but notice how well appearances [31 ] Letters to a Friend in the vicinity of Chicago agreed with Lesque- reux's theory of the formation of prairies. We spent about five hours in Chicago. I did not find many flowers in her tumultuous streets; only a few grassy plants of wheat and two or three species of weeds, — amaranth, purslane, carpet-weed, etc., — the weeds, I suppose, for man to walk upon, the wheat to feed him. I saw some new algae, but no mosses. I expected to see some of the latter on wet walls and in seams in the pavement, but I suppose that the manufacturers' smoke and the terrible noise is too great for the hardiest of them. I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be "carried of the spirit into the wilderness," I suppose. I wish I could be more moderate in my desires, but I cannot, and so there is no rest. Is not your experience the same as this \ I feel myself deeply indebted to you all for your great and varied kindness, — not any the less if from stupidity and sleepiness I forgot on leaving to express it. ' Farewell. J. MuiR. [32] Letters to a Friend Among the Hills of Bear Creek, seven miles southeast of Burkesville, Kentucky, September 9th, [1867.] I left Indianapolis last Monday and have reached this point by a long, weary, round- about walk. I walked from Louisville a dis- tance of 170 miles, and my feet are sore, but I am paid for all my toil a thousand times over. The sun has been among the treetops for more than an hour, and the dew is nearly all taken back, and the shade in these hill basins is creeping away into the unbroken strongholds of the grand old forests. I have enjoyed the trees and scenery of Kentucky exceedingly. How shall I ever tell of the miles and miles of beauty that have been flowing into me in such measure ? These lofty curving ranks of bobbing, swelling hills, these concealed valleys of fathomless verdure, and these lordly trees with the nursing sun- light glancing in their leaves upon the outlines of the magnificent masses of shade embosomed among their wide branches, — these are cut into my memory to go with me forever. [ 33] Letters to a Friend I often thought as I ^^•ent along how dearly Mrs. Carr would appreciate all this. I have thought of many things I wished to ask you about when with you. I hope to see you all again some time \^hen my tongue and memory are in better order. I have much to ask the Doctor about the geology of Kentuck}^ I have seen many caves, Mammoth among the rest. I found x^\o [ ] ferns at the last. My love to AUie and all. Ver}' cordially yours, John Muir. I am in the woods on a hilltop with my back against a moss-clad log. I \^ish you could see my last evening's bedroom. My route will be through Kingston and Mad- isonville, Tenn., and through Blairs\'ille and Gainesville, Georgia. Please write me at Gaines- ville. I am terribly hungr\'. I hardly dare to think of home and friends. I was a few miles south of Louis\411e when I planned my journey. I spread out my map [ 34 ] Letters to a Friend under a tree and made up my mind to go through Kentucky, Tennessee, and Georgia to Florida, thence to Cuba, thence to some part of South America, but it will be only a hasty walk. I am thankful, however, for so much. I will be glad to receive any advice from you. I am very ignorant of all things pertaining to this journey. Again farewell. J. MuiR. My love to the Butlers. I am sorry I could not see John Spooner before leaving Madison. Cedar Keys, [Fla.] November 8th, [1867.] I am just creeping about getting plants and strength after my fever. I wrote you a long time ago, but retained the letter, hoping to be able soon to tell you where you might write. Your letter arrived in Gainesville just a few minutes before I did. Somehow your letters always come when most needed. I felt and en- joyed what you said of souls and solitudes, also that *^ All of Nature being yet found in man.'' [35 ] Letters to a Friend I shall long for a letter from you. Will you please write me a long letter? Perhaps it will be safer to send it to New Orleans, La. I shall have to go there for a boat to South America. I do not yet know which point in South Amer- ica I had better go to. What do you say t My means being limited, I cannot stay long any- where. I would gladly do anything I could for Mr. Warren, but I fear my time will be too short to effect much. I did not see Miss Brooks, because I found she was 130 miles from Savannah. I passed the Bostwich plantation and could not conveniently go back. I am very sorry about the mistake. I have written little, but you will excuse me. I am wearied. My most cordial love to all. Near Snelling, Merced Co., California, July 26th, [1868.] I have had the pleasure of but one letter since leaving home from you. That I received at Gainesville, Georgia. [36] Letters to a Friend I have not received a letter from any source since leaving Florida, and of course I am very lonesome and hunger terribly for the commun- ion of friends. I will remain here eight or nine months and hope to hear from all my friends. Fate and flowers have carried me to Califor- nia, and I have reveled and luxuriated amid its plants and mountains nearly four months. I am well again, I came to life in the cool winds and crystal waters of the mountains, and, were it not for a thought now and then of loneliness and isolation, the pleasure of my existence would be complete. I have forgotten whether I wrote you from Cuba or not. I spent four happy weeks there in January and February. I saw only a very little of the grandeur of Panama, for my health was still in wreck, and I did not venture to wait the arrival of another steamer. I had but half a day to collect speci- mens. The Isthmus train rushed on with camel speed through the gorgeous Eden of vines and palms, and I could only gaze from the car plat- [37] Letters to a Friend form and weep and pray that the Lord would some day give me strength to see it better. After a delightful sail among the scenery of the sea I arrived in San Francisco in April and struck out at once into the country. I followed the Diablo foothills along the San Jose Valley to Gilroy, thence over the Diablo Mountains to valley of San Joaquin by the Pacific pass, thence down the valley opposite the mouth of the Merced River, thence across the San Joa- quin, and up into the Sierra Nevada to the mammoth trees of Mariposa and the glorious Yosemite, thence down the Merced to this place. The goodness of the weather as I journeyed towards Pacheco was beyond all praise and de- scription, fragrant and mellow and bright. The air was perfectly delicious, sweet enough for the breath of angels ; every draught of it gave a separate and distinct piece of pleasure. I do not believe that Adam and Eve ever tasted better in their balmiest nook. The last of the Coast Range foothills were [38] Letters to a Friend in near view all the way to Gilroy . Their union with the valley is by curves and slopes of inimit- able beauty, and they were robed with the greenest grass and richest light I ever beheld, and colored and shaded with millions of flowers of every hue, chiefly of purple and golden yel- low; and hundreds of crystal rills joined songs with the larks, filling all the valley with music like a sea, making it an Eden from end to end. The scenery, too, and all of Nature in the pass is fairly enchanting, — strange and beau- tiful mountain ferns, low in the dark canons and high upon the rocky, sunlit peaks, banks of blooming shrubs, and sprinklings and gath- erings of [ ] flowers, precious and pure as ever enjoyed the sweets of a mountain home. And oh, what streams are there! beaming, glancing, each with music of its own, singing as they go in the shadow and light, onward upon their lovely changing pathways to the sea; and hills rise over hills, and mountains over moun- tains, heaving, waving, swelling, in most glori- ous, overpowering, unreadable majesty; and [39] Letters to a Friend when at last, stricken with faint like a crushed insect, you hope to escape from all the terrible grandeur of these mountain powers, other foun- tains, other oceans break forth before you, for there, in clear view, over heaps and rows of foot- hills is laid a grand, smooth outspread plain, watered by a river, and another range of peaky snow-capped mountains a hundred miles in the distance. That plain is the valley of the San Joaquin, and those mountains are the great Sierra Nevadas. The valley of the San Joaquin is the floweriest piece of world I ever walked, one vast level, even flower-bed, a sheet of flow- ers, a smooth sea ruffled a little by the tree fringing of the river and here and there of small- er cross streams from the mountains. Florida is indeed a land of flowers, but for every flower creature that dwells in its most delightsome places more than a hundred are living here. Here, here is Florida. Here they are not sprin- kled apart with grass between, as in our prai- ries, but grasses are sprinkled in the flowers ; not, as in Cuba, flowers piled upon flowers heaped [40 ] Letters to a Friend and gathered into deep, glowing masses, but side by side, flower to flower, petal to petal, touching but not entwined, branches weaving past and past each other, but free and separate, one smooth garment, mosses next the ground, grasses above, petaled flowers between. Before studying the flowers of this valley, and their sky and all of the furniture and sounds and adornments of their home, one can scarce believe that their vast assemblies are perma- nent, but rather that, actuated by some plant purpose, they had convened from every plain, and mountain, and meadow of their kingdom, and that the different coloring of patches, acres, and miles marked the bounds of the various tribe and family encampments. And now just stop and see what I gathered from a square yard opposite the Merced. I have no books and cannot give specific names : — Orders Ofen flowers Species Compositae 132*125 2 yellow, 3305 heads Leguminosse 2620 2 purple and white Scrophulariacese 169 I purple Umbellacese 620 I yellow Geraniacese 22 I purple [41 ] Letters to a Friend Orders Open flowers Species Rubiaceas 40 I white 85 Natural order unknown 60 Plants unflowered Polemoniacese 407 2 purple Gramlnese 29,830 3 ; stems about 700; spikelets 10,700 Musci 10,000,000 2 purples, Dicranum, Tunar Total of open flowers, 165,912 " " flowers in L bud, 100,000 " " withered. 40,000 " " natural orders, 9-1 1 " " species, i 6-17 The yellow of these Composites is extremely deep and rich and bossy, as though the sun had filled their petals with a portion of his very self. It exceeds the purple of all the others in super- ficial quantity forty or fifty times their whole amount, but to an observer who first looks downward and then takes a more distant view, the yellow gradually fades and purple predomi- nates because nearly all of the purple flowers are higher. In depth the purple stratum is about ten or twelve inches, the yellow seven or eight, and second purple of mosses one. I'm sorry my page is done. I have not told anything. I thought of you, Mrs. Carr, when I was in the glorious Yosemite and of the proph- [42] Letters to a Friend ecy of "the Priests" that you would see it and worship there with your Doctor and Priest and I. It is by far the grandest of all of the special temples of Nature I was ever permitted to en- ter. .It must be the sanctum sanctorum of the Sierras, and I trust that you will all be led to it. Remember me to the Doctor. I hope he has the pleasure of sowing in good and honest hearts the glorious truth of science to which he has devoted his life. Give my love to all your boys and my little Butler. Adieu. J. MuiR. Address: Hopeton, Merced Co., Cala. At a sheep ranch between the Tuolumne and Stanislaus rivers, November ist, [1868.] I was extremely glad to receive yet one more of your ever welcome letters. It found me two weeks ago. I rode over to Hopeton to seek for letters. I had to pass through a bed of Compos- itcB two or three miles in diameter. They were in the glow of full prime, forming a lake of the [ 43 ] Letters to a Friend purest CompositcB gold I ever beheld. Some single plants had upwards of three thousand heads. Their petal-surface exceeded their leaf- surface thirty or forty times. Because of the constancy of the winds all these flowers faced in one direction (southeast), and I thought, as I gazed upon myriads of joyous plant beings clothed in rosy golden light. What would old Linnceus or Mrs. Carr say to this.f* I was sorry to think of the loss of your letters, but it is just what might be expected from the wretched mail arrangements of the South. I am not surprised to hear of your leaving Madison and am anxious to know where your lot will be cast. If you go to South America soon, I shall hope to meet you, and if you should decide to seek the shores of the Pacific in Cali- fornia before the end of the year, I shall find you and be glad to make another visit to the Yosemite with your Doctor and Priest, accord- ing to the old plan. I know the way up the rocks to the falls, and I know too the abode of many a precious mountain fern. I gathered [44] Letters to a Friend plenty for you, but you must see them at home. Not an angel could tell a tithe of these glories. If you make your home in California, I know from experience how keenly you will feel the absence of the special flowers you love. No others can fill their places ; Heaven itself would not answer without Calypso and Linn