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Delhi July 6th 1865 My dear Mr Ruggles I should have made our parting more tender had I not been engaged in a little squabble with Hubs about a key. Hubs is an excellent man but is apt to be flurried at the moment of departure. We had a very hot ride to Albany but were repaid by a superb view of the Catskills undergoing a thunder storm which repaid us. We had a comfortable supper and
[tex perpendicular at top of letter] I am sure I had mislaid Isabella's letter. In the frenzy of coming away I couldn't find it. I hope you have written her.
of course thirty, by your impatience to reach me and let us add, the badness of the road, though that is a prosaic descent. The stages are new and commodius and John Gould does not persade that road, so you will only be at Albany seven hours and a half from Delhi. The last eighteen miles is not so bad, only hilly and rough like all this detestable Delaware. A carriage ride cost you from twelve to eighteen dollars, sent to [Emmonses]. It could bring three persons and one trunk or two persons and two trunks. Other trunks can be sent by stage for a dollar apiece. The sending of a carriage to Hancock price $18. to 20.
We found our dear boys well and
bed at the Delavan and left at half past seven by the Albany and Sasquehanna. It passes through a lovely country, soft and cultivated. It deposited us at Richmondville, rather a raw town where we dined, found a carriage waiting and began our ride of forty miles. The first twenty was so pretty that I am sorry my dear Mavis will never see it for the Railway is now complete to South Worcester 32 miles from Delhi and will be opened they say to Emmonses on the 1st of August. Thence Stages bring you to me 18 miles, made
missed their little captain. As soon as we could we went up to see him. There he lies, the fair haired boy in the green hill side, with the poor little trains under his sweet guardianship, seeming to do something kindly and protecting in Death as he ever did in Life. Some kind hand had covered both graves with flowers. If I knew whose I would kiss it. It was not Mrs Gould, so I have some unknown friend. I hope the flowers of Paradise which he is gathering now do not blind his eyes to these which his Mother laid there, not with her tears. It seems harder than ever to live without him out here. Mr [Ramles?] comes on Saturday. Tell the Jno Maries they cant come too soon, or stay too long, the place looks beautifully I hope you will come dear Mr Ruggles. I need all my friends this sad summer. John is not very well today so I must go amuse him. Affly yours Lizzie [Sherwood]