We greet you with the fondest greeting, and it is the desire of our
hearts that the good Lord should enable us to see each other again
in this mortal flesh. In regard to ourselves, as to how we were,
and what we are doing. We are all alive yet with our whole family,
no loss of persons from among us. Don't mourn for us. Others
are mourning for their loved ones. Though in truth the grief and
mourning of others belong to us also because we are all Armenians,
one flesh and blood, and we all belong to the same nation.
I did not go to bring up the bride of our neighbor's with the rest,
so I was at home when the massacre began. You remember that there
was a well in that quarter. The Turks killed the bridegroom, his
brother, the priest, together with sixty-five other men, and threw
them into that well. In another house they burned seventy-five
men, and in still another forty-five men. Finally, I am unable
to describe with my pen all that passed in those days and hours.
May the Lord preserve your dear lives, and give you peace and
happiness. Your father.
Another Letter.
Malatia, Dec. 22, 1895.