My book has been delayed among the printers,—but I shall stay till it is all printed—it is a little over half done, & they promise that it shall be done, or mainly so, this week. If convenient, send me a draft for the $100. If practicable send a draft payable to me, at Atlantic National loc.01143.004_large.jpg Bank, of Brooklyn, New York. Write me a note separate, also. Direct to me at 279 East 55th street, New York City.
The book is going to suit me pretty well—it will make a volume of 500 pages, size & style & type, &c fully equal to Drum Taps.—I shall feel glad enough when it is completed—I have a constant struggle with the printers—They are good fellows & willing enough—but it seems impossible to prevent them loc.01143.005_large.jpg making lots of ridiculous errors—it is my constant dread that the book will be disfigured in that way—though we have got along pretty well thus far—I rec'd a letter from William O'Connor, & wrote him in return.—I shan't be back for nine or ten days.
Remember 279 East 55th street, New York City.
I have been well & hearty. My mother is pretty well for an old woman of 72—John, I hope this will find you, & the wife too loc.01143.006_large.jpg in good health. I send you both my love.—The weather is perfect here, & if it wasn't for the worriment of the book, I should be as happy as a clam at high water, as they say down on old Long Island.
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