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  Dear Walt:

I was reading in your Nov. Boughs the other night & was for a long time thinking of you intently. I seemed to realize you very vividly & of all you have been to me, & of all you still are. I have had no word directly from you in a long time. I thought I should see you   before this, but here I am in the old ruts. I must get down your way this winter. I keep pretty well & lead an eventless life: read a few books, write a little now & then, & work on my place. I saw by the paper you were not as well as usual which makes me grieve. I hope you are able to send me a card: if you are not have Horace do it—I long to have some word from you   Not much winter here yet. No snow at all. Julian has just had his first skate. He grows finely & is getting to be an omnivorous reader. Wife is well except rheumatism. I go to Roxbury to-morrow on business. Hoping you will be able to eat your Christmas turkey with relish

I am with much love John Burroughs     see notes Dec 21 1891