Edward R. Taylor
on the glacier with the little dog, and other great perils of yours from all of which you were so fortunately delivered. The result of it all was a sonnet composed last evening, a copy of which I send.Keith was ill for ten days; but last Saturday was all right. I have not seen him since.[Yrs?]Edward R. TaylorJohn Muir[in margin: I have just seen Keith. He is nearly quite himself again.]
Original letter dimensions: 23 x 27.5 cm.
Reel 09, Image 1192
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