From H. W.
Coffin’s Point, Nov. 12. There had been so much delay and uncertainty over our arrival that Rose had gone home, but Rodwell stopped to tell her we had come as he went down with the cart, and she exclaimed, “Pray day come for me go see Miss Hayiut.” In the morning she came early into my chamber, bright and eager. I knew Robert was black as the ace of spades, but they both of them did look blacker than anything I ever saw before, but it was good to see them.
The next group of extracts is again occupied with the everyday events of plantation life.