| Letter dated the 13 of Sept. 1815 by Ezra Crosby Respectable Brother, I now trouble you with some more of my lines to inform you what and where I am. I now am at Randolph tending Potash and are as hardy as brass and have been so most all this summer. I wrote when I was at Smithfield and when at New Philadelphia and when at eight miles from Steubenville and then when at Stuebenville, which makes : 4 : times. And now I hope that this will be the last time till I have seen you; for the time grows long that I have been from there. And the luck of Destiny is mostly over; for the season is pretty much gone and not so much success as what I had hopes of. For when I wrote at New Philadelphia I was going to go on but when at 8 miles from Stueben I was going on afoot to boot, for my horses had got away. But that wasn't the worst of it, for when I had got back they was found; and one of them sick, which has died here. And that has hurt all the tending for there wasn't no way to get along then. And since I have been at work here and shall be all this week out `tis likely. But as there isn't any thing got by so much writing, there won't be any use of my being friution and shall not cut it short some, but if I should write all of my feelings I should wright a whole day. But shan't only wright the senitments of my mind and when I get there can tell all that I want. I have undertook something that needs care and Prudence also Perseverance and then there won't be anything to hinder Prosperity and the studdy that it causes me is not little by no means for now is the trying time and if I was through this I should think myself well off. To think how that I shall get through till next Spring all that I have to do. But there isn't any other way, only to get at it and stick to it `till I get through and then I shall think myself well off. Then it's that I lie in studdy and stew, for every night, till I get overcome with sleep, is spent that way and nobody to give me any relief in way of encourgement or not. Anybody but strangers and they are better than any of my own relation and therefore it causes me more trouble. For to keep in with them is my defendance for the others are gone and there is something that works more on my mind than that. That is the troubles that only can bring me in. To by not approving on my procedings. But hope that she will not try to disturb any way; but in my head its so confused that I can't neither write nor compose anything as it ought to be done and therefore must close my unwrote and unformed lines by informing you that. In they must try to confort her mind `till I can come down for her or get through some of my troubles. Sorry that I can write in some former shape and wish to have her do well and I shall try to Do so to. I shall do the best that I can and the best can't do any better. From yours, This the 13 of Sept. 1815. At Randolph. Ezra Crosby. Asa Beach with all the love that is possible for me to have for any body and with that you would excuse all the imperfection of the letter and not get discouraged of my coming down for an they so I can't come up for now is the very time for me to make anything and must stick to it. I haven't got the Potash yet but likely shall but wish that I ne'er went for I have enough to tend to without it and shall have to hire that done but shall go on with the work and shall if I have my health. Shall make something and should wish your assistance if you felt willing. But shouldn't write this way if I thought that it wouldn't meet your abrobation and shan't write any more for I can't write.Sorry that you can read it forias Ezra Crosby. Sept 13, 1815. |