
Your postal card was already forwarded to me here in this little Swedish city the 4th and to day I received the great parcel with your complete works. I thank you for your love and kindness. Mr. Traubel has read my letter to you, I presume. My essay on you and my translation of "D. V." most surely have not run out in the Sand! Fare ye well, dear old Walt. If we never saw each other in "the land of living we shall see each other in the "land of ghosts!"
Truly yours Rudolf Schmidt