From W. C. G.
Coffin’s Point, March 31. You see I write from my first home. In truth it seems like a home. Mrs. Philbrick and Miss W., Mr. Philbrick, and Mr. Hall are here, besides Mr. Folsom—of ’62, Harvard—who is to be my future house-mate. A week ago, after settling up all business at Captain Oliver’s, I resigned my place of Government Superintendent, and last Friday came down here. To-morrow we shall take up our quarters at the “Pine Grove.” I am going to take charge of the two William Fripp places. The people are old friends. I used to teach school for them. I think I shall like the work here much better; the people are far better and the locality less exposed to outside influences. It is a much better opportunity for trying the experiment of free black labor. I manage the places, Mr. Philbrick supplies money to carry them on, and at the end of the year, after deducting all expenses, we share the profits, if any.
The draft is either taking or frightening off most of the men, but it should be made, I think.