impress it upon the minds of the others to be 
ready when their turn comes. Henry, may we 
all be ready to leave this world of sin and sor¬ 
row for that brighter realm where joy reigns 
for evermore. 
Write to me when you find time, and I will 
try to give you a better one in return (next 
time). 
You will excuse this, for I am so hurried— 
and believe me to be truly your friend, 
Charles H. Judd. 
Emmie sends her Aloha. 
Bakers Island, April 2nd, 1861. 
My dear Mother, 
Today is your birthday, and as I cannot see 
you to congratulate you and wish you many, 
many happy returns of the day, I must do it by 
letter. It is a surf day. The natives have got 
through their “stint” of work and are playing a 
game of ball. They are happy and contented. 
Allan is with them. He is of great help to me, 
and is fast becoming competent to take charge 
of the work of shipping Guano. If he was only 
a Christian. He does not love religion as he 
ought, although he does nothing really bad. 
Emmie sits near me assorting over some of 
my papers. She is very well, and it is a great 
comfort to have her down here with me. Little 
“Julie”* is with Polly. I wish you could see the 
darling baby. She is so fat, and cunning. She 
is a real good baby, never cries. She has been 
fretting a little for two or three days past, and 
her head has been quite hot. I think she must 
be teething. Emmie takes real good care of 
her, and is very patient with her, as a good 
mother ought to be. I often feel how much I 
am indebted to you for your care of me in my 
infancy & youth. And even now, although I 
suppose I am considered a man, in years, I feel 
that I am but a boy in my feelings toward you 
My Mother. I know I have caused you many 
sleepless nights, and been disrespectful & un¬ 
kind, but I know you have forgiven me—for it 
all—long ago. 
May God forgive me, and enable me to live 
near him, and serve him faithfully, so that when 
I die I may meet my Parents, brothers & sisters, 
mv wife and child, and all in Heaven. Every 
v when I am tried and perplexed, I think of 
? h*pp\ mm when we shall meet around our 
Father's I’hroot*. Capt. and Mrs. Crowell are 
staying on shore with us. Mrs. Crowell was 
confined three days after leaving Honolulu, was 
in labor 60 hours, and Capt. Crowell was obliged 
to remove the child. It was a splendid baby, a 
little girl. Mrs. Crowell came very near dying. 
They feel their loss dreadfully. Mrs. Crowell 
has been on shore a month, and is quite well 
now. 
The Ocean Express sailed a week ago, with 
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