John Muir


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# Such a gush of canine hallelujahs burst forth on the safe side of the gulf of ice

How eloquent he became though so generally taciturn – a perfect poet of misery & triumphant joy

I never saw the dear queer little fellow creature again

Crevasses as unsearchable as the depths of sky

The swift rack of clouds

The springs of action hidden so we could never foretell what he would do. Now he was translucent as ice – no mistaking his meaning

Every hair of him up in alarm

Yet how wisely capable of fears

# In his eyes his strength lay suggestive of hidden power dull condensed smooth haired [lump] of humdrum as unlike those queer merry terriers as day & night

# wise hairy whisps of fun & affection

What charm could draw him out of his bed cold & breakfastless in so stormy a morning

# Twinkling of little clean shanks of black & tan lithe bounding of hounds etc.


General – results

# In all my wild walks seldom have I had a more definite & useful message to bring back

# Stick was the herald of a new gospel

His mental virtues & depth of character revealed – brought forth

Deliverance more like a [represented] a miracle than common providence

# His trial like white light laid him bare body & soul

# What an opening that little dog made for me through the dark that separates us from the vast multitudes of our animal fellow mortals. We are led a way we know not of. One experience hides or obscures another but that little dog in deathly peril hush & [braved/braced] walking that narrow bridge with [cautious] steps & the tumultuous joy of deliverance still stands out clear through the most of all after perils & the whole animal kingdom has been nearer to be from that day

At first we had to walk a mile or two over mudflat & I had on a rubber coat & boots, but left there in the woods fearing I could not [jump] well etc., balance might he endangered made up mind to take no heed of rain

# & it was in this dreadful crevasse that I tried so hard to avoid that saw through Stick down into the depths of our common nature

# Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own & makes it so much the larger & better every day. But this was more than a glimpse. I was a deep look “been in the heart” as the Scotch say & make all the animals friends & fellow mortals indeed.

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