This world iz phull ov fun, but most pholks look too hi for it.
On one side ov this mountain they say thare iz rattlesnaix, on that side of the mountain, iz whare i dont go.
I am just az fraid ov a snaix as a woman iz, i had rather meet the devil, ennytime, on a bust, than a three foot snaik. A striped snaik in the morning spiles the rest ov that day for me.
I am coming home, dear Friends in two months, and then i will set down, in yure little sanktum, and whisper to you.
It iz so still here, that a whisper sounds loud; a still noize iz another name, i beleave, for happiness. The bible sez: “peace, be still.”
The fust thing i do in the morning, when i git up, iz tew go out and look at the mountain, and see if it iz thare, if this mountain should go away, how lonesum i should be.
Yesterday i picked one quart ov field strawberrys, kaught 27 trout, and gathered a whole parcell ov wintergreen leaves, a big daze work.
When i got home last night tired, no man kould hav bought them ov me for 700 dollars, but i suppoze, after all, that it waz the tired that waz wuth the munny.
Thare is a grate deal ov raw bliss, in gitting tired.
Dear Mr. ——, good-bye, it iz now 9 clok, P. M., and every thing, in New Ashford, iz fast asleep, inkluding the krickets, I will just step out and see if the mountain iz thare, and then I will go to bed too.