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  Much pink, flowered, apple-like tree (thorn-like) thru Illinois, which may be the Pyrus coronaria.

  Distances on the prairie deceptive. A stack of wheat straw looks like a hill in the horizon ¼ or ½ mile off, It stands out so bold and high.

  Only one boat up daily from Dunleith by this line. In no case allowed to stop on the way.

  Small houses without barns, surrounded & overshadowed by great stacks of wheat straw, it being threshed on the ground. Some wood always visible, but generally not large. The inhabitants remind you of mice nesting in a wheatstack which is their wealth. Women working in fields quite commonly. Fences of narrow boards. Towns are, as it were, stations on a rail-road.

  Staphylea trifolia out at Dunleith.

  I have just this minute [7:45 a.m.] been down to the post office & got your letter sent on the 18th. I was very glad to hear from you. I walked around most all day yesterday and saw considerable of Chicago. I went to Mr. Clarke’s in the afternoon after considerable trouble in finding it and found he had gone out but I saw his wife. I saw him later in the afternoon in town. I saw also Mr. Carter who let me have a check for a $100 which I got turned into gold. The Chicago banks are having a good deal of trouble just now and I suppose most of them must fail so I was very lucky in getting gold as it is scarce in the city. I got it of a Mr. [B. B.] Wiley, a kind of banker, a friend of Mr. Thoreau’s. We go this morning at 9:15 A.M., so I am in a good deal of a hurry and therefore write with a pencil as it is easier. you had better direct your next letter to St. Anthony, Minnesota. I cannot write you much about what I am doing till we get where we shall stay a while. It was a beautiful day here yesterday, but it is a little cloudy this morning though I do not think it will rain. I may write to you again from the boat on the Mississippi though perhaps not till I get to St. Paul. I am very well and Mr. Thoreau is getting along very well also, excepting a little trouble that the water gives him in the bowels, though that is of no account. I do not know as I can say anything more now, so

Good bye
Your loving son
Horace Mann

  I am not today quite so robust as I expected to be & so have to beg that you will come down & drink tea with Mr Brownson & charge yourself with carrying him to the Lyceum & introducing him to the Curators. I hope you can oblige thus far.

Yours,
R. W. E.

  Bass . . . . . . . . . . . 6

  Black ash . . . . . . . . . . 8

  Elm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16 (See if all are really elms.)

  Red (?) oak . . . . . . . . 2

  White ash . . . . . . . . . . 2

  Walnut . . . . . . . . . . . . 3

  Apple . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5

  Maple . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9

  Hornbeam . . . . . . . . . . 2

  Swamp white (?) oak 1

  Dogwood also there is, and cone-bearing willow, and what kind of winterberry with a light-colored bark?

  Another such a sunset to-night as the last, while I was on Conantum.

  3 P.M.—To Cliffs and Walden.

  You must go forth early to see the snow on the twigs. The twigs and leaves are all bare now, and the snow half melted on the ground . . . The beauty and purity of new-fallen snow, lying just as it fell, on the twigs and leaves all the country over, afforded endless delight to the walker. It was a delicate and fairylike scene . . .

  I have made no bargain—none whatever—with [George Palmer] Putnam, concerning your MS. I have indicated no price to him, I handed over the MS. because I wish it published, and presumed that was in accordance both with your interest and your wishes.

  And I now say to you that if he will pay you $3 per printed page, I think that will be very well. I have promised to write something for him myself, and shall be well satisfied with that price. Your `Canada’ is not so fresh and acceptable as if it had just been written on the strength of a last summer’s trip, and I hope you will have it printed in Putnam’s Monthly. But I have said nothing to his folks as to price, and will not till I hear from you again.

  Very probably, there was some misapprehension on the part of Geo. Curtis. I presume the price now offered you is that paid to writers generally for the Monthly.

  As to Sartain, I know his magazine has broken down, but I guess he will pay you. I have not seen but one o£ your articles printed by him, and I think the other may be reclaimed. Please address him at once. I have been very busy the past season, and had to let every thing wait that could till after Nov. 2d.

Yours,
Horace Greeley

  By 8 o’clock the misty clouds disperse, and it turns out a pleasant, calm, and springlike morning. The water, going down, but still spread far over the meadows, is seen from the window perfectly smooth and full of reflections. What lifts and lightens and makes heaven of the earth is the fact that you see the reflections of the humblest weeds against the sky, but you cannot put your head low enough to see the substance so. The reflection enchants us, just as an echo does . . .

  At 5 P.M. I saw, flying southwest high overhead, a flock of geese, and heard the faint honking of one or two . . .

   First: The trees are larch, white birch, red maple, spruce, white pine, etc.

  Second: The coarse bushy part, or blueberry thicket, consists of high blueberry, panicled andromeda, Amelanchier Canadensis var. oblongifolia, swamp-pink, choke-berry, Viburnum nudum, rhodora, (and probably prinos, holly, etc., etc., not distinguishable easily now), but chiefly the first two. Much of the blueberry being dead gives it a very gray as well as scraggy aspect. It is a very bad thicket to break through, yet there are commonly, thinner places, or often opens, by which you may wind your way about the denser clumps. Small specimens of the trees are mingled with these and also some water andromeda and lambkill.

  Third: There are the smooth brown and wetter spaces where the water andromeda chiefly prevails, together with purplish lambkill about the sides of them, and hairy huckleberry . . .

  Let me thank you for your earthy and [word] of Capt. Brown. As for your new Dial I do not think of any Thing which I have available for your purpose & other engagements prevent my preparing it. While I wish you success I know at [word] your assistance knowing myself so well.

  I can only say that if I [word] [word] on any & the [word] I will remember your magazine.

  To follow out your simile I find in my sea some mother o’ pearl—it may be but very few pearls as yet—may I now good wishes & more [word] and [word] [word?] ment—

  But this will not be worth an advertisement