Larkspur, California,March 8, 1903.Dear Mr. Muir:I don\u27t know whether I have yet informed you that in a journalistic sense I departed this life on the 7th of last December. On that day I gave up my position as Sunday Editor of the Examiner, retaining oily the literary editorship. My position was the most paradoxical one I ever heard of — my head full of Milton and Tennyson and my hands full of yellow manuscripts. But no more of that for yours truly.It was just about a year ago that I visited you; and I have been thinking every day [illegible] about another pilgrimage to the Muir Mecca. Would next Saturday be convenient for you to receive me? I feel a great delicacy about breaking in upon your quiet, as I always fear I can bring you very ...