Your affectionate son,
P.
P.S. I met Colonel Blough the other evening and he invited me to sit in at a poker game. Of course I refused. He was surprised, said he supposed it ran in the family, and related the details of a little business transaction he and some other gentlemen had with you when you were last in New York. I hope mother is well. I am very anxious to see her. I think you'd be in line for repute as a philanthropist if you would send me a check for a hundred.
LETTER NO. V.
LETTER No. V.
Pierrepont goes fishing and writes his father
some of his experiences, not all of which,
however, seem directly identified
with the piscatorial art.
Lake Moose, etc., Me., July 11, 189—