MyDearMissWood:Iamsorryaboutthis。Myplanwasdifferent。
Itwastogetoverforaridewithyouaboutnoworsooner。ThisyearSpringisearly。Thesnowisofftheflatsthissidetherangeandwherethesungetsachancetohittheearthstrongalldayitisgreenandhasflowerstoo，agoodmany。Youcanseethembobandmixtogetherinthewind。Thequaking-aspsdownlowontheSouthsideareinsmallleafandwillsoonbetwinklingliketheflowersdonow。IhadplannedtotakealookatthiswithyouandthatwasabetterplanthanwhatIhavegottodo。
ThewaterishighbutIcouldhavegotoverandasforthesnowontopofthemountainamantoldmenobodycouldcrossitforaweekyet，becausehehadjustdoneithimself。Wasnotheafunnyman？YououghttoseehowthebirdshavestreamedacrosstheskywhileSpringwascoming。Butyouhaveseenthemonyoursideofthemountain。ButIcan’tcomenowMissWood。ThereisalotformetodothathastobedoneandJudgeHenryneedsmorethantwoeyesjustnow。IcouldnotthinkmuchofmyselfifIlefthimformyownwishes。
ButthedayswillbewarmerwhenIcome。Wewillnothavetoquitbyfive，andwecangetoffandsittoo。Wecouldnotsitnowunlessforaveryshortwhile。IfIknowwhenIcancomeIwilltrytoletyouknow，butIthinkitwillbethisway。IthinkyouwilljustseemecomingforIhavethingstodoofanunsurenatureandagoodnumberofsuch。DonotbelievereportsaboutIndians。Theyarestartedbyeditorstokeepthesoldiersinthecountry。Thefriendsoftheeditorsgetthehayandbeefcontracts。IndiansdonotcometosettledpartslikeBearCreekis。Itisalleditorsandpoliticianists。
Nothinghashappenedworthtellingyou。IhavereadthatplayOthello。Nomanshouldwritedownsuchathing。Doyouknowifitistrue？IhaveseenoneworseaffairdowninArizona。Hekilledhislittlechildaswellashiswifebutsuchthingsshouldnotbeputdowninfinelanguageforthepublic。IhavereadRomeoandJuliet。ThatisbeautifullanguagebutRomeoisnoman。I