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to pieces by your child- When I'm well enough as we sail I'm going to write a letter to mail to Uncle Will as I arrive - telling more about our times -

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Ancholia - August 20th 89

My beloveds-
Off the coast of Ireland - My gone to the main land for an hour and I'm alone on this vessel - with heaps of "cookies" awfully common Americans who are ruining all our nice English impression with their horrid talk. This will go from Maville and may reach you before I do as it will go on a quicker steamer I don't believe we'll get in until Tuesday - our stateroom is wood and its all rather wood - nothing to compare to the Noordland - We've both been sick already this morning and shall be much worse before we're better - Lyn, hue at