Letter from Horace Sumner Lyman on the weather and a boating trip
Title
Letter from Horace Sumner Lyman on the weather and a boating trip
Description
Letter from Horace Sumner Lyman to his family. He discusses the weather and a boating trip during a visit to Oakland, California.
Creator
Lyman, Horace Sumner
Is Part Of
Lyman Family Papers
Language
English
Identifier
PUA_MS31_41_f
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http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/CNE/1.0/
Source
Pacific University Archives
Format
Letter
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Text
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Oakland, September 2nd, 1880,
Dear People,
I am now sitting in the old [?], [?], building, in Rich’s [home?], taking advantage of his kindness in letting me use his pen and paper. I am all right, had a very pleasant journey down. The trip was firstly quite fine down the [?][white?], calm, the great [?] etc----. The [?][?][?]. We [?] at 7 P.M. Tuesday. We [?] at the Golden Gate at 11 A.M. this Thursday morning. Yesterday we had quite a breeze on the ocean, causing quite a [?]. The ship speeded along making as much as 18 miles in an hour. Her machinery began to heat, however, and so she slowed down a little.
Mr. Elliot’s brothers were on board. The older is a [?][?] fellow, with a nose large on the end, deep clear gray eyes, and a scholarly expression of face and a sort of [?][?] look. He appears to be a man of character and [?]. He a theologue in Harvard. [?][?] appears to be a good honest young man, and [?][?] to be a very pleasant and profitable traveling companion. It is rather warm here today.
All things seem as they used to. The grass is dry, whereas it used to be green. [?] asked about you [?].
My mind has [?] with many a tender thought to you in the beautiful old habitation.
It is beginning to be late, late twilight, the familiar form of [?][?][?], buried to the brows in [super?] haze, looms over the pale water of the bay. All is as it was. Train seems to be left soon. My star [?] eastward. What labor what pain, what [?], (or what pleasure) will rise out from that horizon I do not know. If I cling to the bare, slim, but eternally strong, shaft of the night, why—all right. [?] [Benton?] should give me a certificate, I should start from this before tomorrow, Friday, Sept. 3rd, 1880, at 5 P.M.
Good, and not evil, be with you.
I am your brother—in heart, as well as in [soul?],
H.S.L.
Dear People,
I am now sitting in the old [?], [?], building, in Rich’s [home?], taking advantage of his kindness in letting me use his pen and paper. I am all right, had a very pleasant journey down. The trip was firstly quite fine down the [?][white?], calm, the great [?] etc----. The [?][?][?]. We [?] at 7 P.M. Tuesday. We [?] at the Golden Gate at 11 A.M. this Thursday morning. Yesterday we had quite a breeze on the ocean, causing quite a [?]. The ship speeded along making as much as 18 miles in an hour. Her machinery began to heat, however, and so she slowed down a little.
Mr. Elliot’s brothers were on board. The older is a [?][?] fellow, with a nose large on the end, deep clear gray eyes, and a scholarly expression of face and a sort of [?][?] look. He appears to be a man of character and [?]. He a theologue in Harvard. [?][?] appears to be a good honest young man, and [?][?] to be a very pleasant and profitable traveling companion. It is rather warm here today.
All things seem as they used to. The grass is dry, whereas it used to be green. [?] asked about you [?].
My mind has [?] with many a tender thought to you in the beautiful old habitation.
It is beginning to be late, late twilight, the familiar form of [?][?][?], buried to the brows in [super?] haze, looms over the pale water of the bay. All is as it was. Train seems to be left soon. My star [?] eastward. What labor what pain, what [?], (or what pleasure) will rise out from that horizon I do not know. If I cling to the bare, slim, but eternally strong, shaft of the night, why—all right. [?] [Benton?] should give me a certificate, I should start from this before tomorrow, Friday, Sept. 3rd, 1880, at 5 P.M.
Good, and not evil, be with you.
I am your brother—in heart, as well as in [soul?],
H.S.L.