J M this weighty affair was consumated that terrible snow storm night when I saw Mrs Pelton Pure and John of course had to
drive some of those home I could not but think while facing the tremendous drifts of those storys of burried travelers and
also of those poor wormy widows How many of them might have been blest by what chased sleep from those ---------- For a week
or two after leaving you all I often felt rather lonely perhaps gloomy though I am always happy in the centre - I was plunged
through the ice but those just shocks are gone and now I almost feel first rate The dear folk at home wanted me to come home
awhile I felt like pushing everything away and complying Joanna looked down Hickory hill many times The dear sweet little
lady, she wrote one another long letter I sent her some Pr du cedar which I suppose she places beyond price