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2 wind and the sea, and the bonnie wild roses were sweet as the first in Eden s garden. But other days brought only the
shadow of dim pathless woods, with treacherous swamps and low- lurking Indians, stealthy and cruel O Beloved, I could not
bear it save for the thought that God loves you. Surely He will lead you ever in blessed ways, and His angels will guard you
with- out ceasing, that no evil may befall you. Yet sometimes I lose faith, and then Alaska, though infinitely better than
that Wilderness of shadows , seems so far, so far away, and become a part of the awful Silence of the North beyond reach of
voice or prayer. And now, there is another thing that I must tell you, dear, even 3 though I tremble with fear of your
Scotch pride, but it would be underlined: wicked of you to be angry with me when you know so well how sorely it would hurt
me to think of your suffering for need of anything that I could give. From what the Bulletin has mentioned several times about
the Clayst Bank, we have all felt worried for fear that you have not received so much money as you expected, and as may be
necessary in that country where good care and comfort can not be neglected without great danger. So I beg you to write that
I can send you whatever may be desired, because, you must dinna forget that I am indebted to you for seven hundred, full value
received in lessons, lectures, etc., and it s e en? a most time that I begin repayment.