I want to spend the greater portion of the season up the Coast, observing ice, and may possibly find my way home in the fall to see my mother. I wonder if you will really go quietly away South when your office term expires, and rest in the afternoon of your life among your kin and orange leaves, or, unable to get full absolution from official woman’s rights’ unrest, you will fight and squirm till sundown. I’ve seen nothing of you all these fighting years. I suppose nothing less than an _Exhaustive_ miniature of all the leafy creatures of the globe will satisfy your Pasadena aspirations. You know how little real sympathy I can give in such play-garden schemes. Still, if so inappreciative and unavailable a man as I may be of use at all, let me know. Ever cordially yours, JOHN MUIR. San Francisco, June 19th, 1879. Good-bye. I am going home, going to my summer in the snow and ice and forests of the north coast. Will sail to-morrow at noon on the Dakota for Victoria and Olympia. Will then push inland and along land. May visit Alaska. I hope you and the Doctor may not suffer yourselves to be drawn away into the stream of politics again. You will be far happier on your land. I was at the valley. How beautiful it was! fresh and full of cool crystal streams and blooms. Was not scared in my lectures after the first one. With kind regards to the Doctor and the boys. Farewell. JOHN MUIR. THE END The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE · MASSACHUSETTS U · S · A