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  Dear Walt—

So glad to hear from you once more—and that you keep going, not withstanding all the buffets of time & fortune. Very wearisome sometimes I fear, these long spells of illness: so complicated, never-ended. Just now I am giving every day to see an old friend, 72 yrs.​ of age—who is very badly down with heart disease—an old harpist —plays at country fairs, &c, a reader & admirer of your Leaves of G.​ , communist, and dreamer of social ideals—he keeps saying "this disease of mine has no end, no sides, and no middle" I fear you must feel like that! Dear Walt—how strange it is that we are bound so & entangled in this thing we call the body, without being able to get at the connections. I got yr.​ November Boughs too for which many thanks. I like the book ever so much, both  outside & in. Have just written a review of it for the Scottish Art Reviewwh.​ I will send you when it comes out. I like the color & shape of the book—good strong sewing too. Title is a good one. Old Salt Kossabone is fine, & Red Jacket, and many others. Yonnondio I like very much. The whole book is full of yourself Walt, and the great invisible wind sweeping thro'​ the boughs—has a quality of its own too I sh'​ say, wh.​ is a worthy addition to L​ of G  & Specimen Days.

Glad to hear Herbert G. is doing well. Enclosed draft is only a duplicate of one we sent you in May—wh.​ probably you got all right—but not having heard I thought I wd.​ send you this instead of destroying it. You can destroy it.

Everything going well with me just now—I have George Hukin & his wife up here for Christmas—friends I mentioned to you a year or more ago. He & I are still close friends. The Rain is beating upon the windows—& he is reading Bucke's book about you.

With love to you as ever Edwd Carpenter