warmer, I feel better, for I dislike the cold. . . . How nice it 1q^ 

 would be if you could go to Europe next summer. I think it 

 would be nicer if you could come on to India to see us, and the 

 sights here, but — it takes a lot of money I know. There is still 

 a good deal of plague here — not in Ludhiana but in India. One 

 morning the dakwalla delivered our mail & by the next 

 morning he had died of plague. 



Father was no less realistic (May 25, 1911) : 



... I add a short letter to thank you for the pamphlets. I 

 am greatly interested in all such study. The only wonder is, 

 that such minute organisms as the filaria loa should occupy the 

 study of so many great men for such long series of years. [In 

 his printed paper, Wherry had traced scientific discussion of 

 the subject back to Guyot, 1777.] It is also most interesting 

 that your specimen should have been carried all the way from 

 Africa to Cincinnati. What wonders Biology brings to light! 

 By the way, I am most interested in reading a book, written 

 by your old friend Dr Snowden [professor out of W and J] 

 entitled The world a spiritual system. 



August 30, 1911, marked a third report of his personal 

 activities: 



I have just finished carrying through the Press, Vol III 

 of Lucknow Conference on Islam, entitled Lucknow 1911. As 

 soon as I get bound copies I shall send you one. I am carrying 

 two other vols through the press ( 1 ) my Church History in 

 Roman Urdu — it is only about one quarter way as yet — & 

 ( 2 ) Vedic Civilization in Roman Urdu by Rev B B Roy, . . . 

 I am trying to unload & have sent in my resignation of the 

 Hon'y Sec'yship of the C L S (Pupil Branch) . 



Mother's life with him in the country (Lai Tibba, Septem- 

 ber 7, 1911) was less hectic: "It is nearly tiffin time, and as I 

 am housekeeper, I'll have to stop writing and attend to it." A 

 month later, in a letter carefully marked "keep" by Wherry, 

 the father told his life's story (October 12, 1911): 



It is just 44 years since your mother and I left Honey Brook 

 for India, via Boston & Calcutta. Many changes have occurred 

 since then. We have grown old and gray. Our children (ex- 

 cepting two whom you never saw) are still in the land of the 



