Portsmouth Sept 28. 1842
My Dear Cousin Martha.
You were the last one
left; wh. is one reason why you occupy a full
share of my thoughts. I am well aware that you
will give me a little or no credit for being
honest; when I say this; but be that as it may
I know my own heart; & that heart usually
dictates my letter writing. I am very tired
to night, more so than when[ crossed out]ever before Since
I left home. I have one of the best of homes;
could not ask or wish for better. My school
thus far has been very pleasant; it seems
more so to me than the last term. I find
but little time to think of home, tho my
thoughts do occasionally fly away & mingle
with loved scenes "awa." That gloomy night
of leaving home I never shall forget.
I as yet find no reason to regret my re
turn here; or to think I was not doing right.
I find but one amazance; this th'o
you may think it trivial; is a serious one
I assure you; & that is musquetoes, I have
been literally poisoned almost to death
by them. One night I chanced to sleep
without bars; & my feet were one swollen
block wh. lasted with all of its fire two
weeks. O Martha I wish I could see you
this night; four weeks to day since I said
good bye to you. Time flies more rapidly