
Just rec'd your postal card—(your letter of a month ago from Haslemere rec'd —both forwarded here)—Two months ago I started off (make or break) on a long jaunt west—have been to the Rocky Mountains (2000 miles) and Denver city, & Colorado generally,—with Kansas and Missouri—wonders, revelations I wouldn't have miss'd for my life, the great central area 2000 miles square, the Prairie States the real America I find, (& I find that I wasn't realizing it before)—but three weeks ago I was taken down sick & have come back & stopt here in St Louis ever since—am quite comfortable in quarters & shall soon be well enough to return home to Camden—

I enclose a rude map which will show you the line of my jaunt—the red lines are of my present trip, while the blue lines are of former journeys of mine, may interest you, & give you some idea—
—I shall probably be able to send you papers of my jottings before long—(my sickness has prevented hitherto what I designed to write)—My sister, brother & nieces all well—
Best Love— Walt WhitmanLived a couple of weeks on the Great Plains (800 miles wide, flat, the greatest curiosity of all)—50 years from now this region will have a hundred millions of people, the most comfortable, advanced, & democratic on the globe—indeed it is all this & here, that America is for—

