Greetings and salutations dear friends,

I’m continuing to acclimate to life down here. The air is sweet and soft, perfect for a spell of convalescence. Annie seems to be in a state of good humor, but I can never be quite sure how she is feeling. Nonetheless, the pace of daily life here is foreign to me. The days go by slower, and when dusk finally does come around, the stillness becomes oppressive. Indeed, I think I am beginning to understand the origins of Old Uncle Julius’  childish fascination with the occult. I also fear that my mind is beginning to decay, like a fallen peach rotting in the sun. I became acutely aware of my withering constitution the other day. See, Julius, who has proven to be of some good use, actually persuaded me to put his grandson to work. This would not have been so bad if Tom took after his grandfather, but he has proven to be an unproductive worker. Had Tom worked for me up north, I can guarantee you I would have thrown him out into the street. Uncle Julius, however, preyed upon my innate kindness and my newfound lack of fortitude.

I suppose there is some good in this. I am participating in the emancipation of a great mass of people! Indeed, what could be more revolutionary than paying a wage to men who were just recently in chains? What is more charitable than buying the labor of those who themselves used to be bought and sold?

Enough of these tedious reflections!

Yours,

John

 

 

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