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  see notes Nov 27 1888 Dear Walt,

I had yours of 3 Aug—acknowledging receipt of draft. Sorry to hear you were troubled with sunstroke. I hope you are going on pretty well again now. We were very pleased that the money came in handy—I haven't been in London lately or seen Mrs. Gilchrist or yr.​ friend Mary (?) Whittall​ Whitall​ whom you mention. I rather expect to be that way in about a month or so. Am laid up just now with a kick from my horse—luckily nothing very bad—he struck me (accidentally in   a way—the kick being probably meant for another horse that was teasing him) just above the knee on the front of the thigh—so no bones broken, but it is a big bruise and it will be a week or two before I can get about. It is wonderful though how nature sets to work directly to put things right, and it has been peaceable & free from pain.

I have plenty to do looking over proofs—I am bringing out a 2nd edition, enlarged, of Towards Democracy—also a criticism of Modern Science wh.​ I am interested in & hope it will provoke some discussion—it is a direct attack on the validity of scientific   'laws' & methods generally—not that I don't think Science has been very useful, but that it is time that it should 'climb down' a bit.

Do you see anything of yr​ young friend McKinsey or has he left Philadelphia? I send you a photo I had taken a little time ago with a young fellow who is an old friend of mine—in Sheffield—it is not very good of me, though very fair of 'tother​ one.

The farm gets on—slowly—but still it moves, and I rather expect in a few months to put it on a distinct cooperative footing.

 

Prices are awfully low—owing apparently to the general depression and the fact that the mass of the people are without money—also perhaps, partly to a growing scarcity of gold.

Isabella Ford has had an accident since we wrote, but I do not know exact particulars. She was driving with her Mother & the ponies ran away— Isabella climbed out, probably thinking she cd​ render some assistance, & fell, hurting her shoulder. However, she was much better when I last heard.

Hope you keep going pretty well—I often think of you & wish we could have a chat.

With love Edward Carpenter