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ness of the rather hateful present in sleep. My friends the B s here 



have been very kind. They have an elegant house and are very hospitable. 

 This endless running around makes one's life a thing of shreds and 

 patches. I feel sick of it. ... Eighteen hours since I sent you a despatch. 

 No answer. . . . 



June 1. 



. . . Our nooning, tea-drinking, bug-fighting hour comes and gives me 

 time to write. All goes well, and we are getting along speedily towards 

 our camp, which we hope to reach on Thursday night. . . . Our nooning 

 reminds me quite forcibly of our Alleghany Camps the sun, the shade, 

 the flies, the agreeable discomforts, all help the likeness. . . . 



GRAYSON SPRINGS, June 3rd, 1875. 



. . . We have just arrived jaded and hungry, ever so much leaner in body 

 and wearier in soul : thirty-six hours to rest, then I go south to look up my 

 camp. If it were in my power I should give up all wandering that took me 

 away from my belongings. . . . 



June 4, 1875. 



. . . We were very tired, so the day has been given to rest and writing. 

 ... I have written my Lexington address; it is rather scrappy, but the 

 manuscript has the dust of forty counties on it and will need your copying 

 hand if it is to be read at all. This summer heat is training me down in 

 weight, but I seem to recover easily, though at times much worn. There is 

 nothing to do but to peg away hoping for the best. 



Train, June 16th. 



. . . Arrived in Louisville tired, but most of the fatigue was due to read- 

 ing on the train Victor Hugo's raving nonsense; it has a certain fascination 

 for one ; it is railway literature. They made me comfortable at the hotel. 

 Some of the rooms look as homelike as an English inn. The boys at table 

 know my leanings away from hot bread and towards milk, so I do not grow 

 less thin. It won't be so this coming week " Farewell, a long farewell to 

 all my greatness," I can sing with Wolsey. There is one satisfaction, there 

 is less to carry and less for the ticks. One is willing to be lean to starve the 

 scoundrels. You had better bring a bottle of pennyroyal and train your nose 

 a little. I expect to adopt it as the perfume of the camp. . . . Please look 

 over my letters, answer those you can, and write the contents of the others. 

 Take the auditor's check to bank this is important during 's sick- 

 ness. I wish you could show some kindness to the poor man. I fear the 



