Two perfect days—fine for travelers—Wallace & Dr [Bucke] went off at 8½ last evn'g—& are probably home by this moment—all well when starting—thanks for your photos—I dwell upon them long—thanks for the noble underclothing wh' is just what I wanted—I thank Mr Hoskins heartily—
Sept: 11—Fine weather still—am feeling much same—Warry has gone off on a day's visit 30 miles country to his grandfather—apples are coming in ripe & large—had two roasted for my breakfast—two visitors just call'd down stairs—didn't see them—what they call the "political cauldron" is beginning to bubble & agitate all over the United States, as our great Presidential election comes off next year, preceded by great blare & all sorts of what we call wire pulling, ("fortunate is that country that has no history" says some (?Quakerish) political economist—But I don't know)—It is ab't noon—all quiet—& I am sitting alone—the Lord bless you & the friends—& love to all—
Walt Whitman