We arrived here this evening, having made the run, 1,017 miles, in thirteen days and this is our record:
| Mishawaka, Ind., | 110 | miles |
| Edgerton, Ohio, | 90 | " |
| Perrysburg, Ohio, | 68 | " |
| Wakeman, Ohio, | 70 | " |
| Willoughby, Ohio, | 69 | " |
| Erie, Pa., | 82 | " |
| Silver Creek, N. Y., | 61 | " |
| Batavia, N. Y., | 70 | " |
| Palmyra, N. Y., | 63 | " |
| Memphis, N. Y., | 50 | " |
| Little Falls, N. Y., | 89 | " |
| Nassau, N. Y., | 88 | " |
| Crystal Lake, Conn., | 107 | " |
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| 1,017 | miles |
Our last day was the most severe we experienced. There was a drizzling rain all day, in which we rode from Nassau, and, of course, you know we had to zigzag over the Green Mountains.
We stopped a few moments to see Uncle Epaphro and Aunt Adelia and she gave us the first free lunch we had had since we left Batavia. When we arrived here Uncle Lucius and Aunt Caroline were surprised to see us looking so well. Then to prove to them that we were well as we looked Walton and I turned hand-springs on the grass in the front yard, and now we are going to bed. Good-night, remember me to the boys, and kiss all the girls for me that are worth kissing.
Affectionately, your son,
Arthur.
P. S.—Uncle Collins says the mountains, wildwoods, brooks, lakes and meadows around your old home are still teeming with fruit, flowers, song birds, wild game, and shy fish. He says to tell you to come down and take a good rest.