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-5- If I don't stop and go to bed. I shall be "left" in the race tomorrow morning. This "bleak wind of March" is exceedingly trying. It keeps me scuffling along in veils and scarfs [?] and I can scarcely keep my room decent for the dust. Why don't you get before the fire, rub your face thoroughly with "Mustang" and tie up in some- thing warm over night? Take some Little Liver Pills [[strikethrough]] you will be relieved. I think I had better go to some institution and get a diploma for a doctor or a minister, don't you? I begin to believe I must be "quack." "Chilz" has a bad cold and suffers from back ache: he doesn't take my remedies like my dear Carroll. 'Tis the old case of the prophet's lack of honor in his own country! Folks who are kin are often so incredulous! My motto is "be not faithless but believing."