Rachel Todd letter to Charity Rotch, Craftsbury, January 11, 1811

              B-311-17 
     
	                  Craftsbury  Jany 11th   1811
              I write you, my Dearly beloved friends, by
	the first mail, according to promise, it is however
	at a late period, as the mail goes from this to the
	South once in 2 weeks only, am in hopes my letter
	will reach you notwithstanding- we had a most dis-
			in
	agreeable time ^ getting to this place- we joged on toler
        =ably well 2 days after we parted with you, which brought
        us to the confines of the snow, & being told there was
        good sleighing on the Connecticut River Road, concluded
        to give up the idea of coming on the west side of the
        Mountains as we had calculated, but instead of that,
        to cross over the Mountains, rough & ragged as they
        are, on to the river road, which we accomplished in
        a little more than one day, after which we came
        on with a great deal of chearfulness about 2 days, being
        told the sleighing was good, quite on to this place-
        however the prospect was soon changed, the clouds began
        to thicken, & the rain fell plentyfully, so that in 24
        hours we were again left on bare ground, we dragged
        our sleigh about 20 miles, then hired a man to take
        us, sleigh & all, into a common wagon, in this way
        we came 50 miles further, which brought us within
        40 miles of Craftsbury we were then favour d with a little
        snow & ice, so as to get on comfortably- but my dear Charity
        what are the above mentioned difficultys indeed the
        most trifling imaginable, compared with what
        it has been our lot to suffer since our arrival here,
        our dear Sister Eunice has relaps d into her former state
        of melancholly dilirium, she had been in this situation
        about 20 days previous to our coming her appearant
        distress is beyond description, she can see the dark side only
        of every thing, but dwells mostly on the imaginary tro-
        =ubles of her family, she thinks every thing in doors & out,