I had a call a week or two ago1 from a Cambridge fellow lecturer R. D. Roberts—a Welshman. He is starting for America the 20th of this month—going to Iowa to spend some time
on a farm there, then returning to England. Wants very much to see you en man_ej.00185_large.jpgroute. He has
asked me to write and find out where you will be the first week of August. I suppose
you won't mind seeing him if anywhere within call. He seems a very genuine fellow (I never saw
him before) but is rather diffident about bothering you. Says you mention Wales or
the Welsh twice in your book! Could you send a postcard
Robert D. Roberts Post Office, New York—saying
man_ej.00186_large.jpgwhere you will be early in August?
Anyhow I will tell him to call at your address in Camden.
I have received a letter from Dr. Bucke2—which I shall answer presently. I like
his address to the Teachers Association very much. Thanks for several papers you
have sent lately. I do enjoy this outdoor life and digging potatoes—and never
mean to abandon either again! I am man_ej.00050_large.jpgliving with a man—the best
friend I ever had or could think to have—an iron worker, scythe riveter, and
his little family. He often says 'I wish Walt Whitman would come over here'. Below
my window here there is a wooded bank running down to some water, and beyond again
about 2 miles off the hilly undulating line of the Derbyshire moors—from which
there comes a broad fresh breeze—like being near the sea.