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MUIR, John. Works. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1916-24.
10 volumes, 8o. Blue morocco gilt. Provenance: Edward Laurence Doheny (bookplates) -- Estelle Doheny (bookplates).
LIMITED EDITION, number 244 of 750 copies of the Manuscript Edition, with a manuscript fragment by Muir tipped in. ALSO WITH A VERY FINE 4-PAGE ALS BY MUIR, Yosemite Valley, 2 April 1872, to Emily Pelton, an intimate friend from his university days with whom he maintained a long correspondence. Muir describes his life in one of America's greatest scenic wonders: "In dependence is nowhere sweeter than in Yosemite. People who come to Yosemite ought to abandon & forget all that is called business and duty, etc., they should forget their individual existences, should forget they are born. They should nearly as possible live the life od a particle of dust in the wind, or of a withered leaf in a whirlpool... As for the rough vertical animals called men, who occur in & on these mountains like sticks of condensed filth, I am not in contact with them, I do not live with them. I live alone, or rather with the rocks & flowers & snows & blessed storms..." (10)
10 volumes, 8o. Blue morocco gilt. Provenance: Edward Laurence Doheny (bookplates) -- Estelle Doheny (bookplates).
LIMITED EDITION, number 244 of 750 copies of the Manuscript Edition, with a manuscript fragment by Muir tipped in. ALSO WITH A VERY FINE 4-PAGE ALS BY MUIR, Yosemite Valley, 2 April 1872, to Emily Pelton, an intimate friend from his university days with whom he maintained a long correspondence. Muir describes his life in one of America's greatest scenic wonders: "In dependence is nowhere sweeter than in Yosemite. People who come to Yosemite ought to abandon & forget all that is called business and duty, etc., they should forget their individual existences, should forget they are born. They should nearly as possible live the life od a particle of dust in the wind, or of a withered leaf in a whirlpool... As for the rough vertical animals called men, who occur in & on these mountains like sticks of condensed filth, I am not in contact with them, I do not live with them. I live alone, or rather with the rocks & flowers & snows & blessed storms..." (10)