Across the Spectrum:The Interdisciplinary Life and Letters of John G. Neihardt (‘Flaming Rainbow’)

I am afraid you are having a hard time, and I am wondering how your father is.

You would not have to write me much of a letter — just a hello-I-still-like-you sort of thing.

I'm doing well with my chain of recollections. Those who have read it (the family, of course, and Mrs. Y.) seem much impressed. I like it too. Gail and Coralie and Hilda have been here, and the thing moved them greatly. It is so simple.

My doggie takes care of me all day and all night. He is afraid he may lose me again. What a people!!

The Youngs make everything too easy for me. It's really an excellent arrangement for my writing.

On the 22nd I gave a program for the big R. E. A. dinner. I recited 45 minutes without a book, and J. D. who was following me in the book, says I did not make one slip, and there were no hesitations. I am glad, because now I know that even if I should go blind, I could still do public work and manage to feel alive among human beings. The program was really the best, in various ways, that I ever gave.

I've worried about that installment bunch of MS we returned. It reminds me of the definition of a camel. A horse put together by a committee!