Wednesday morning. 4th  Good morning my dear girl. & pleasant it would be to see you & say, the good morning to you instead of writing it, but so it is.  We must submit to our fate.  It is a real April morning here.  I expect you are having March weather in Iowa.  I was down to Pilot Knob last Sabbath to see the Hedge family:  It was the first real quiet Sabbath day I have spent for a long time.  I walked down on the R.R. in the morning most of the way by myself, although there were crowds on the way.  I spent the day quite pleasantly considering the circumstances.  Mrs Hedge does not look verry well, she supposes the cause to be "Nursing".  I is paying $10.00 per week for their board, he says he is getting $60.00 per Mo.  I think by the time incidentals are all paid off, & if he pays the board bill he will not have much left.  I started up to this place about 4 in the afternoon.  I had quite a pleasant walk.  When I came within almost a mile of home, came to the ruins of an old cabin the foundation stones of the "jambs" were as they had evidently been place by the architect, the corner stones also & a pile of broken bricks
