
I hope that this will find you in better health than when you wrote last.—If the cool weather here is anything to go by you will at last have had a diminution of the oppressive heat.
Cool, showery weather here, with one or two days this week of strong winds & positively cold for the time of year.

Clear, cool evening tonight. Last night specially fine, with glorious sunset.
Dr. Johnston & his brother (from Scotland) Mrs
Johnston & a lady
friend of hers, went off at noon to the Isle of Man. They are staying at a house Johnston & I
have stayed at before—a house at once boarding-house & farm. It is situated
on the west coast, 5 miles from the little town of Peel. It is away from the tourist haunts,
in the most beautiful region of the Island. The farm slopes
up from the sea (the house 2 fields away) with rugged hills behind, with wooded glens &c.
The coast—curving outwards like a wide shallow bay—is very rocky & precipitous,
with steep hills, & narrow winding bays or creeks. Ireland visible on
clear days, or at sundown—the lighthouse at Point of Ayr, Scotland, visible at night.
Scanty population of farmers & fishermen, simple unsophisticated & hospitable. (Have several
friends amongst them.) Boating, fishing & one or two good places for bathing
(au naturel). Rocks on shore, with innumerable pools, a paradise at ebb tide for a naturalist.
Purest & sweetest air—an almost ideal place for bodily & mental rest & recuperation,
alone (or nearly so) with mountain & sea, & the innocent farm pursuits.
Doubtless Johnston will write you at length about it all & send you photographs of the place & people.
I imagine him at this moment, newly arrived, & good old motherly Mrs Teare ministering to him & the rest. (First visit of Mrs Johnston and the rest).
We were there 4 years ago, & a rare good time we had!
We were there at the end of harvest & came in for the Manx "mēlya"—all the farm servants, & neighbors coming into supper,
& then adjourning to the barn, where to the
light of 2 or 3 candles Johnston played a fiddle & the rest of us danced & romped about in hilarious games.
What good times J. & I had alone, too, down at the foot of the cliffs, amongst the rocks, & elsewhere, reading L. of G. "Sea Drift" &c.—not to be forgotten.
And the talks with fishermen—old John Gow, for instance, with his rheumatism, & his reminiscences
of wrecks on that coast. And down at old
Ann Watterson's little cabin nestled in among the rocks right on the shore,
fullfronting the bay,—with Bradda Head, Cronk-ny-ira-la Cronk ny Arrey Laa
, the Calf of Man,
Fleshwick Bay &c in grand panorama, & the everpresent sound of the sea.
The harvesting, boating &c. and one visit to the quaint little church (about as big as your room) the parson ringing the bell to summon his people, the quaint congregation, with their simple unconventional ways &c.
I was there again the following spring for 4 days, and two years ago I spent 3 weeks there.—Johnston with me the first time, & visiting me the second time.

Blessings on them all! And may Johnston & his party enjoy their holiday.
I got Lippincott for August today, & have since read the report of your birthday spree again. I like it better than ever, & am delighted to have it.
Have not heard from Dr Bucke this week.
I write this hastily & must now close.
Love to Traubel & his wife, to Mrs Davis & Warry.

Mg. 1. August Letter from Dr Bucke this morning, enclosing a long letter he had recd from Traubel.—What a live fellow T. is! busy, ardent, aspiring, loyal, loving. God speed him!
Am looking forward to the publication of O'Connor's stories.
Love to you.

