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is to meet me at Albuquerque ; and thence I con- 

 tinue the journey on my own animals. My road 

 will take me down the Del Norte, about one hundred 

 and sixty miles below Albuquerque, and then passes 

 between this river and the heads of the Gila, to a 

 little Mexican town called, I think, Tusson ; thence 

 to the mouth of the Gila and across the Colorado, 

 direct to Agua Caliente, into California. I intend 

 to make the journey rapidly, and about the middle 

 of March : hope for the great pleasure of hearing 

 from home. I look for a large supply of news- 

 papers and documents, more perhaps because these 

 things have a home-look about them than on their 

 own account. When I think of you all, 1 feel a 

 warm glow at my heart, which renovates it like a 

 good medicine, and I forget painful feelings in 

 strong hope for the future. We shall yet, dearest 

 wife, enjoy quiet and happiness together: these are 

 nearly one and the same to me now. I make fre- 

 quently pleasant pictures of the happy home we are 

 to have, and oftenest, and among the pleasautest of 

 all, I see our library with its bright fire in the rainy 

 stormy days, and the large windows looking out 

 upon the sea in the bright weather. I have it all 

 planned in my own mind. It is getting late now. 

 La Harpe says that there are two gods which are 



