I send the within letter just rec'd from Harry—I am about as usual, & nothing new in my affairs. Susan this will be a mean short letter this time—better luck next time—It is heavy and bad outside, the wind blowing a gale—(I should like to put on my overshoes & old overcoat & go off in the woods for an hour or two)—
—I havn't heard from Deb1—I hope she is all right—Well, bad as the weather is, I must up & go out & across the river, or I shall have the horrors. The Lord A'mighty bress2 you all—good bye.
W WAm quite well with the exception of the abcess on my neck, it has come again. Dr. B—3 lanced it few days ago but it dont appear to get much better. Recieved the papers and am glad to get them for it is the only way I can get posted. Most of my friends appear to have forgotten me or think me of too little importance to drop a line. Will leave here the first of next month and start for Detroit where I will put in a month or so if I can find bread and butter. Please send me a letter of introduction to someone there if you know any body it will make it much better for me and I will not feel entirely alone. I think perhaps Dr. B can give me a letter to some of his friends there as he is going to give a lecture there Wednesday evening. Don't get the blues worth a dam and dont expect to. Will close for the present.
With lots of love, I remain as Ever your true and devoted son HarryCorrespondent:
George Stafford (1827–1892)
was the father of Harry Stafford, a young man whom Whitman befriended in 1876 in
Camden. Harry's parents, George and Susan Stafford, were tenant farmers at White
Horse Farm near Kirkwood, New Jersey, where Whitman visited them on several
occasions. For more on Whitman and the Staffords, see David G. Miller, "Stafford, George and Susan M.," Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D.
Kummings (New York: Garland Publishing, 1998).