He wrote a poem on his return. Highland Lake was still called Hagan’s Pond.
Walton, N.Y.
June 19, 1870
Friend Emma,
Again at home.
The morning sun
Upon his daily course is seen
Which shines for other worlds I s’pose,
I wonder if they’re cloth’d in green?
One week ago fair Hagan’s pool
In splendor stood before my view
One week ago one hundred miles
From home, within some village pew.
Familiar faces there I saw.
The pastor in the pulpit stood
And talk’d of those early settlers
Who sought a wilderness—the wood.
Their sufferings he talk’d about,
And why they came from other lands…
I left on Monday past as you are well aware and after experiencing a pleasant ride reached home on Tuesday, all in time for the reading circle which I occasionally attend. Stayed of course all night in Deposit where I did not fail to enjoy myself.
Thinking it all over, my visit was a pleasant one and I am almost resolved to try it over again and do as I have done this time, that is make you twice glad or at least once upon leaving. And of course for taking of the pleasure being somewhat attached to that little word home, I suppose you are all over your illness by this time are you not?
What does Rebecca [Eldred, age 28] have to say? She’s an old maid of the 91st degree.
How does them curls get along? I have just been looking at them in that picture. Oh, if they only had the papers on…What a pity you could not have been handsome…
I guess you owe me about two letters now do you not? Or did you call those three words upon a strip of paper a letter.
Write soon. Yours with kind regards, Chester Beers
Previous Posts
1. Is that the New Teacher?
2. The Math Tutor
3. Chester Beers to Friend Emma, Correspondence Continues
4. What is the News? October 29, 1869
5. The Merry Laugh of the Village School
6. Teaching Advice in a Poem
7. I Would Not Wait for Erie’s Train
8. 1870 Highland
9. Mrs. Prindle’s Soliloquy
10. February 28, 1870, What Is the News?
11. Who Teaches in the Village, April 1870
