Title: John Burroughs to Walt Whitman, 29 September 
Date: September 29, 1877
Source: The transcription presented here is derived from Walt Whitman, Complete Prose Works (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1892), 108. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of the correspondence, see our statement of editorial policy.
Location: The location of this manuscript is unknown.
Whitman Archive ID: med.00698
Contributors to digital file: Nicole Gray, Blake Bronson-Bartlett, and Elizabeth Lorang
S. was away when your picture came,1 attending his sick brother, Charles—who has since died—an event that has sadden'd me much. Charlie was younger than S., and a most attractive young fellow. He work'd at my father's, and had done so for two years. He was about the best specimen of a young country farm-hand I ever knew. You would have loved him. He was like one of your poems. With his great strength, his blond hair, his cheerfulness and contentment, his universal good will, and his silent manly ways, he was a youth hard to match. He was murder'd by an old doctor. He had typhoid fever, and the old fool bled him twice. He lived to wear out the fever, but had not strength to rally. He was out of his head nearly all the time. In the morning, as he died in the afternoon, S. was standing over him, when Charlie put up his arms around S.'s neck, and pull'd his face down and kiss'd him. S. said he knew then the end was near. (S. stuck to him day and night to the last.) When I was home in August, Charlie was cradling on the hill, and it was a picture to see him walk through the grain. All work seem'd play to him. He had no vices, any more than Nature has, and was belov'd by all who knew him.
I have written thus to you about him, for such young men belong to you; he was of your kind. I wish you could have known him. He had the sweetness of a child, and the strength and courage and readiness of a young Viking. His mother and father are poor; they have a rough, hard farm. His mother works in the field with her husband when the work presses. She has had twelve children.
1. This is a partial transcription. In Complete Prose Works, Whitman introduces the letter as follows: "I extract the following, verbatim, from a letter to me dated September 29, from my friend John Burroughs, at Esopus-on-Hudson, New York State." [back]