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  1865 November 14 My dear Walt

i have waited and waited to hear from you and have got no word from you since you left which seems so strange that i feel quite uneasy for fear something is the matter i may get a letter this afternoon but i cant conceeve why i have not heard from you you are so promt to write and i wanted so to hear of your safe arrival it is very warm here to day uncomfortably so Edd has been quite sick with his eye and face all swoln up so he could not see

 

he has taken some medicine and is some better to day Walt where is all the Drum taps we have looked all over for one or two i thought you left some up stairs but cant find one i had one of the first ones on the table here and i cant find it i used to read some in it almost every night before i went to Bed you must write just as quick as you get this no more but write

your mother L Whitman

did you get the paper the new yorker