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Wurtsboro N.Y.
[[editor's notation]]E12-3-10[[/editor's notation]]

My dear little girl.
I wish that I could be with you tonight for I am tired and feeling somewhat discouraged in having spent the afternoon in a fruitless search for game instead of painting or doing some other job on the plantation where there would have been some visible result.  Am afraid that I'm not a mighty hunter as I have not succeeded in shooting a thing so far.  The partridge season closed on the last day of Nov.  Had I known [[strikethrough]]sooner[[/strikethrough]] that it would, then I would have made a strenuous