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3 with Mr. Koonce sleeping, I got sententious? evolved? the written so-called poem. It is poor, but you will read beyond
the expression to the feeling that prompted it. I am to winter at Cape Nome. That is bound to be next summer, the greatest
ruining? camp of the North. It is now the largest town in Alaska, and is only beginning. I have sent outside for materials
for church dwelling, and hope to organize a prosperous mission. We founded two promising ones this summer at Eagle illegible
. The conditions of life will be pretty severe at bleak Cape Nome this winter. You have seen this coast know it. But I hope
to do some good, that is the only comfort happiness after all. I am learning more more to be independent of physical circumstance
for my enjoyment. If you answer this immediately, addressing me at Cape Nome, Alaska, either by str. direct from San Francisco,
or care of Rev. A.E. Hutchison, D.D. first Pres. Ch. Seattle, Wash, your letter will probably reach me before the ice pack
closes? in. Write Send me what you can about the trip of the Elder. Pity a lonely, bookless fellow - long, winter nights,
eight months without possible communication, mind-hunger, soul-hunger Yours as always, S. Hall Young 02615