William B. Knop
and rooster, they eat out of my hand every day. I like out-door life very much. Mother, father, sister, and myself had a good laugh over the dead doctors ghost.
My father was born in Ireland, in a little town named Strabane, and later moved to Armagh. He came to this Country when he was nine years old.
Yours very truly
William B. Knop.
Jan 16th 1913.
32 Woodland Ave.
Dear Mr. Muir-.
We all have enjoyed reading the story of your boy-hood, in the Atlantic Monthley. What you would call a scoocher I would call a great deed.
Sister almost cried when
mother read about Nob. It must have been awful when poor Nob died. I can swing only twenty two strokes, and I am ten years old. So I think I shall try what you said.
It is an almost unheard of thing not to have a fist fight every day. I am not whipped very often for being a bad boy. Sometimes when there is nothing else to do we have running
matches around a track in one of the fellow's back yard. Sometimes we run for ten or twelve miles without stopping to rest, But we never let father or mother catch us if we can help it. We dont very often do it though. We generaly do one fourth or one half mile.
I love to box and run and jump. I read about the prize-fights every day except Sundays.
I have a bantum hen
New Rochelle, N. Y.
1913 Jan 16
Original letter dimensions: 12.5 x 19 cm.
Knop, William B., "Letter from William B. Knop to John Muir, 1913 Jan 16." (1913). John Muir Correspondence (PDFs). 3889.
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