It is sometimes very hard to determine [illegible] one
ought or ought not to do or say or [illegible] I feel it rather
proper or necessary for me to [illegible] write you
a letter now and do the best I can. Along with the
parcel of papers which you sent me after getting my baby's letter1
I got the picture and the double column bill
previously sent me in the New Republic's regular issue (that is the matter of it) about Foreign Critics on an
American Poet. The last paragraph speaks of "indigence", and I now write because of
that. Let me guess why you gave authority to that statement—I think it
rather
probable that you did so as a sort of explanation
of the reason or a hint of the fact that [illegible] not able to offer the
little Walt
[illegible] present or keepsake as would be suited
[illegible] dignity
or exalted worth the
part [illegible]
that light I could be[illegible] of your [illegible]
wish you were too poor to raise [illegible] pay
postage even on your paper If you
[illegible] know me
well, one of the [illegible]
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[illegible] would be a remarkable [illegible],
or [illegible] [illegible]sing of riches, show, dress, or
[illegible] not described
absolutely by good sense or [illegible] kindness.
Leaving off that supposition, it might be taken that you wanted me to post the bill as a sort of advertisement of your books. (When I was at "town" (Guntersville) two weeks ago, I sent money to Butts & Co.2 for a copy of Leaves of Grass to pass around among the folks there as a specimen—hoping, yet scarcely expecting to do much in behalf of increased sales of the same—
The third supposition must naturally be that my real good-will is now tested.
I send a bill of money which is yours and you shall have a good deal more if you positively need it.
I have yet on hand two
big bales of my cotton crop intended for spending money for the
[illegible]—sold the
other of my crop (three more big
[illegible]) on one [illegible] credit to get
interest. Friend! [illegible] neither rich nor "dog poor"—I am rich in content—[illegible]
a good farm, and some[illegible]
of dollars [illegible]
hands of
relatives and friends [illegible] they will
[illegible] if I ever get to producing [illegible] to
live on, [illegible]self, wife, and little ones [illegible] horse"
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farm [illegible] money to pay taxes and [illegible]
our [illegible] our tenants make for us all [illegible]
grain [illegible] we lack only a little of being
self-supporting [illegible] and need draw
but lightly on our contingent fund,
and when the crowd of athletic gymnastic boys
shall grow a little larger I hope to clear up more land and "make things happen"—Now, I can see clearly (as
I think) that friendship with or assistance to Walt Whitman, if he needs, is about the best
bid that any common man can make for immortality for himself and pleasure to his posterity—if
intellectual retrogression of mankind is ahead of us it will not be.
If the first supposition is correct, or the bill was only
accidentally put in the package of papers &
[illegible] us do this way—clearly you are not
rich and I am not poor; to hurt—you
have [illegible]
sending me papers &c
requesting
an [illegible] stages—if
you have means enough [illegible] or through kindness of immensely [illegible]
friends or relatives) to live as well as you
[illegible] if you are content to [illegible]
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[illegible] by a continuance of past [illegible]
I would [illegible] to have you use the money
[illegible] books, magazines or papers such as you
[illegible] like to read most
and afterwards send to me. I don't care for scientific works
(except new works about mental or moral Philosophy)—I
don't want political works, nor books of Poetry—I have not been such an enthusiast about Poetry as you
might think, except that I have been almost insane about
yours because you have so well expressed "my sentiments
exactly" (However, you don't convert me to "immortality"—I have been through
everything except revival religion or positive
"knowledge of God") Walt! I think Nature made me for a
"Philosopher" and (therefore skeptic",
but circumstances have made me [illegible] and
[illegible] long time a believer in
[illegible] of one
sort or other. (Please don't [illegible]
other [illegible]—hunter come down
[illegible] my dilapidated dwelling
[illegible])
[illegible] for the past,3 a rude but strong expression [illegible] your works have [illegible] possible desire to say "bully boy" [illegible] know that you heard me!! I think [illegible] myself hereafter by [illegible] Book always away from home I think I would like to read [illegible] Life—have you seen it?—[illegible] about [illegible] health and continuance of [illegible]
Correspondent:
John Newton Johnson
(1832–1904) was a colorful and eccentric self-styled philosopher from
rural Alabama. There are about thirty letters from Johnson in the Charles E.
Feinberg Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1839–1919 (Library of
Congress, Washington, D.C.), but unfortunately there are no replies extant,
although Whitman wrote frequently for a period of approximately fifteen years.
When Johnson wrote for the first time on August 13,
1874, he was forty-two, "gray as a rat," as he would say in another
letter from September 13, 1874: a former Rebel
soldier with an income between $300 and $400 annually, though before the
war he had been "a slaveholding youthful 'patriarch.'"
He informed Whitman in the August 13, 1874, letter
that during the past summer he had bought Leaves of Grass
and, after a momentary suspicion that the bookseller should be "hung for swindling," he discovered the mystery of
Whitman's verse, and "I assure you I was soon 'cavorting' round and asserting
that the $3 book was worth $50 if it could not be replaced, (Now
Laugh)." He offered either to sell Whitman's poetry and turn over to him all
profits or to lend him money. On October 7, 1874,
after describing Guntersville, Alabama, a town near his farm from which he often
mailed his letters to Whitman, he commented: "Orthodoxy flourishes with the usual lack of
flowers or fruit." See
also Charles N. Elliot, Walt Whitman as Man, Poet and
Friend (Boston: R. G. Badger, 1915), 125–130.