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HENRY.
OBERLIN, O., Sunday, October 5th, ’79.
DEAR SISTERS, CARRIE AND HELEN,
Both of your letters were duly received, and were very welcome. I have been so busy since I arrived that I have put off writing and even acknowledging your letters until Sunday, when I would have a little time. Hattie and I had a very pleasant trip together, and arrived at O. on time I believe. Our sleeping berths were adjoining, and a gentleman who had the one under me kindly offered to exchange with Hattie, so we had a gay old time. Our train was a very long one, and when I got off at O., ours being the rear car, I had quite a little walk up to the depot. I kept my eyes wide open, for I thought possibly, as Carrie suggested, that accident might have brought some of my friends down to the train. I was quite certain that I recognised Fred’s hat and the back of his head, sailing off with one of his friends; but I didn’t sing out, for I wasn’t certain it was he. But it was, I afterwards found. When I got up on the depot, I saw French’s hat and the back of his head and coat. I rushed up, and addressing my remarks to his back, said that this was somebody I knew. He turned round, and gave a yell, and immediately I found myself launched among a crowd of friends and acquaintances. There was French, Metcalf, half-a-dozen other classmates, and Prof. White. George Mead was there, too. Immediately they marched me off, French exhorting me to come up to his house, and telling me that my bed wasn’t made. We went up to Uncle’s and found lights all out and family all in bed earlier than usual. After making considerable noise on the porch, and hearing, laughter in Auntie’s and Uncle’s room (now Jennie Harrold’s), we concluded not to ring the bell, and sailed off to French’s for the night, where Metcalf rooms with his cousin. The latter was away at Elyria, and so I slept with M. Came up in the morning, and surprised the family. Breakfasted with Auntie. Dined with Mrs. Harvey. Those young ladies are fearful, and my progress with them is slow. But I don’t quail so much now. Uncle William is here, and Auntie had me to supper with them last night. Has invited me again for to-night. I see almost nothing of Auntie, never seeing her unless I go down on purpose for a visit. Tell Mother not to hurry herself for me, but to stay in N. Y. as long as she wants. And, Carrie, don’t let me affect your plans at all. I don’t mind being here alone. I am not nervous at all nights, and the fear of being so has always been the cause of some of my objections to being alone. Besides, perhaps I shant stay here. I don’t want to, though I suppose I must. The place is haunted). and I cannot bear it. It is like living in a grave. But no more of that. I have felt very strange, and like a fish out of water since I have been here. I didn’t open the closet door in the front room here until this morning. That in the back room I haven’t opened at all. I haven’t moved or touched a single chair in either room, except the one I sit in, I have moved up to the table. I haven’t unpacked my valise, nor opened my trunk. And have only very lately opened the table drawers. I seem like a person in a dream. When I did open my drawer, I found a letter for me there from Walter Frear. Soon after yours, Helen came. Then one from Miss Berry, and then Carrie’s and Jim’s postal. So I have been favoured in the matter of letters. I fear I wont have time to answer them all, and I don’t feel like writing either. Give my love to Mother and all the folks, and my aloha to Julia when you happen to be writing, please. Ask Mother whether I shall go to hear Joseph Cooke. He lectures here on Mormonism next Friday night. If you answer at once there will be time for me to hear before then. So be sure and do it.
Yours truly,
HENRY.
OBERLIN, O., October 9, ’79.
MY DEAR BROTHER JIM, AND FAMILY IN GENERAL,—CARRIE, HELEN, MOTHER,
I take up my pen with considerable hesitation to attack a subject which I likewise dubiously approach. I mean, in brief, that I should like mighty well to go home with you, or on the steamer next afterward, i.e., the December steamer. This may be, and probably is, a wild dream—a hopeless chimera. If so, all that is necessary is that you should tell me so. Of course there are endless difficulties in the way of the accomplishment of this fancy of mine. In the first place, as a fundamental thing, I must convince all of you members of the family that my plan, in the first place, is not an improbable one ; I must convince you that I can and will carry it out. And so for my plan. I propose to go home first, accomplishing this term’s work here, either with you or on the steamer after. I propose to stay at the islands till next fall or until the winter term of the Sophomore year. I propose