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126 overjoyed to see John Muir on deck, in that same old, long, gray ulster and Scotch cap. He waved and shouted at me before the boat touched the wharf. Springing ashore he said, "When can you be ready?" "Aren't you a little fast?" I replied. "What does this mean? Where's your wife?" "Man," he exclaimed, "have you forgotten? Don't you know we lost a glacier last fall? Do you think I could sleep soundly in my bed this winter with that hanging on my conscience? My wife could not come, so I have come alone and you've got to go with me to find the lost. Get your canoe and crew and let us be off." The ten months since Muir had left me had not been spent in idleness at Wrangell. I had made two long voyages of discovery and missionary