Charlotte [H. Kellogg]
think that will haunt me that picture of the well.
What to send Jean? How absurd! You've sent her a beautiful little white bed to sleep in all through the years in her little room. It is all set aside in the city ready to be shipped as soon as the room is finished. And besides that she has a nice lttle sum put in the bank with "Christmas from "Uncle John" Muir" written at the side of it - so she will know how it came when she grows up. I wrote you how she asked for you on the train. Well, when we got inside the cabin, she looked around and then said, "Now, Where's Uncle John?" You are very often in her baby thoughts.
[in margin: and in ours believe that! We wish you the fullest richest year yet. We [would?] see you as soon as possible Let us [illegible] if you Can Give us [illegible]
1057 Rap[illegible] Street
Palo Alto, 7th January
Dont ever dread of building anything! You said something about a bungalow in the South. Perhaps the South's different from the North. but if it isn't be a coward!
The [daily?] letters I've thought to you since getting that lovely one of yours at Carmel couln't get written, first because of the wretched house we were to move
[in margin: he is cheered by Huxley's [illegible] trials is building. You remember them.]
into this week, and which we shall probably inhabit some time late in March! Can you believe it?
Vernon has a more determined spirit than I have and can throw off all worry about these lesser things. I almost get swamped in the wretched business. This was a bad morning to write because with the cold and rain everything has quite stopped.
But I am Christian enough to be thankful for this rain.
What a sad time the poor South has had - all its lovely golden fruit quite killed. Am so glad Helen's land wasn't there, and in oranges.
Have you suffered from the cold? Have you had a big fire, as I told you to? Jean and I climb the hill to try to build the house every day, except it rains.
I have just read too hurriedly but with great pleasure your article in this month's Atlantic. Your experience in the well almost finished me. How could you go down day after day after day, chipping, and chipping and chipping? I
Palo Alto [Calif.]
Original letter dimensions: 16.5 x 24.5 cm.
Kellogg, Charlotte H., "Letter from Charlotte [H. Kellogg] to [John Muir], [1913 ?] Jan 7." (1913). John Muir Correspondence (PDFs). 3883.
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