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<h2 align="center">Preface</h2>
<p>Forty years ago John Muir wrote to a friend; “I am hopelessly
and forever a mountaineer. . . . Civilization and fever, and all the
morbidness that has been hooted at me, have not dimmed my glacial
eyes, and I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's
loveliness.” How gloriously he fulfilled the promise of his
early manhood! Fame, all unbidden, wore a path to his door, but he
always remained a modest, unspoiled mountaineer. Kindred spirits, the
greatest of his time, sought him out, even in his mountain cabin, and
felt honored by his friendship. Ralph Waldo Emerson urged him to visit
Concord and rest awhile from the strain of his solitary studies in the
Sierra Nevada. But nothing could dislodge him from the glacial
problems of the high Sierra; with passionate interest he kept at his
task. “The grandeur of these forces and their glorious
results,” he once wrote, “overpower me and inhabit my
whole being. Waking or sleeping, I have no rest. In dreams I read
blurred sheets of glacial writing, or follow lines of cleavage, or
struggle with the difficulties of some extraordinary
rock-form.”</p>
<p>There is a note of pathos, the echo of an unfulfilled hope, in the
record of his later visit to Concord. “It was seventeen years
after our parting on Wawona ridge that I stood beside his [Emerson's]
grave under <!-- Page vi --> a pine tree on the hill above Sleepy
Hollow. He had gone to higher Sierras, and, as I fancied, was again
waving his hand in friendly recognition.” And now John Muir has
followed his friend of other days to the “higher Sierras.”
His earthly remains lie among trees planted by his own hand. To the
pine tree of Sleepy Hollow answers a guardian sequoia in the sunny
Alhambra Valley.</p>
<p>In 1879 John Muir went to Alaska for the first time. Its stupendous
living glaciers aroused his unbounded interest, for they enabled him
to verify his theories of glacial action. Again and again he returned
to this continental laboratory of landscapes. The greatest of the
tide-water glaciers appropriately commemorates his name. Upon this
book of Alaska travels, all but finished before his unforeseen
departure, John Muir expended the last months of his life. It was
begun soon after his return from Africa in 1912. His eager leadership
of the ill-fated campaign to save his beloved Hetch-Hetchy Valley from
commercial destruction seriously interrupted his labors. Illness,
also, interposed some checks as he worked with characteristic care and
thoroughness through the great mass of Alaska notes that had
accumulated under his hands for more than thirty years.</p>
<p>The events recorded in this volume end in the middle of the trip of
1890. Muir's notes on the remainder of the journey have not been
found, and it is idle to speculate how he would have concluded the
volume if he had lived to complete it. But no one will read the
fascinating description of the Northern <!-- Page vii --> Lights
without feeling a poetical appropriateness in the fact that his last
work ends with a portrayal of the auroras--one of those phenomena
which elsewhere he described as “the most glorious of all the
terrestrial manifestations of God.”</p>
<p>Muir's manuscripts bear on every page impressive evidence of the
pains he took in his literary work, and the lofty standard he set
himself in his scientific studies. The counterfeiting of a fact or of
an experience was a thing unthinkable in connection with John Muir. He
was tireless in pursuing the meaning of a physiographical fact, and
his extraordinary physical endurance usually enabled him to trail it
to its last hiding-place. Often, when telling the tale of his
adventures in Alaska, his eyes would kindle with youthful enthusiasm,
and he would live over again the red-blooded years that yielded him
“shapeless harvests of revealed glory.”</p>
<p>For a number of months just prior to his death he had the friendly
assistance of Mrs. Marion Randall Parsons. Her familiarity with the
manuscript, and with Mr. Muir's expressed and penciled intentions of
revision and arrangement, made her the logical person to prepare it in
final form for publication. It was a task to which she brought
devotion as well as ability. The labor involved was the greater in
order that the finished work might exhibit the last touches of Muir's
master-hand, and yet contain nothing that did not flow from his pen.
All readers of this book will feel grateful for her labor of love.</p>
<p>I add these prefatory lines to the work of my departed
<!-- Page viii --> friend with pensive misgiving, knowing that he
would have deprecated any discharge of musketry over his grave. His
daughters, Mrs. Thomas Rea Hanna and Mrs. Buel Alvin Funk, have
honored me with the request to transmit the manuscript for
publication, and later to consider with them what salvage may be made
from among their father's unpublished writings. They also wish me to
express their grateful acknowledgments to Houghton Mifflin Company,
with whom John Muir has always maintained close and friendly
relations.</p>
<p align="right">William Frederic Badè.</p>
<p>Berkeley, California,<br/>
<i>May</i>, 1915.</p>
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