Hiram and I are with the Ackers {who were living in the old house then}.
I find the food and give them the rent and they do the work. I shall
have peace now and it will taste good. If I come to C when would you
rather I should come? I am not done with my writing yet but may be in
eight or ten days. Writing is like duck hunting, one doesn't know what
game he will get or when he will be back: that is why I am undecided. I
make everything wait upon my writing. It is cold here, down to four two
mornings; good sleighing. I rec'd your letter yesterday, I do not know
about those plays--ask Mr. Page or Rodman. I hope you are prospering in
your exams. This is the new pen, do not like it much yet. The prospect
for an ice harvest brightens. Write.