Before I write you anything I will tell you where & how we are- We are
at a dutch tavern almost crazy- In one corner of the room are a set of
dutchmen talking singin & laughing in dutch so loud, that my brain is
almost turn'd- they one moment catch up a fiddle & I expect soon to be
pulled up to dance- I am so afraid of them I dare hardly stay in the
house one night; much less over the sabbath- I cannot write so good
night--