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Isaac Milo Maine
Isaac Milo Maine
Feb. 27, 1837
Feb. 27, 1851
Milo Maine, Feb. 27, 1851.
Milo Maine, Feb. 27, 1851.
Reeds [[FirryNA?]]
Reeds Ferry NH
Dear Antoinette
Dear Antoinette
Reaching here last evening I found a letter from you awaiting me, and hasten to reply to it. I have been for several weeks away from here, in fact, I could almost say, away from everywhere, making a tour through the Lumbering Region in the North and East part of this state. Your previous kind and excellent letters I received before I started and ought to have replied to at the time, but in thinking of other things I neglected or put it off at the time, and after I got into the woods there was no chance to write, though I believe I thought of it every day wherever I was. By the way I could tell you great accounts of my adventures and experiences of life in the Back woods. I went with my Brotherinlaw, Mr Firber, who is [[Agsach?]] for large proprietors of Lumber lands and is so obliged to cook over the [[Lumbering?]] operations occasionally, exploring the lands and surveying the lumber where it is [[each?]]. I can hardly tell how long we were without sleeping in a bed or going into any house other than the [[something crossed out]] "camps" of the Lumbermen. The eight of these camps would amuse you. The end are built of logs, the roofs go clear to the ground, and are coresed with bushes, bark or boards split each logs with an axe, and the whole perhaps
Reaching here last evening I found a letter from you awaiting me, and hasten to reply to it. I have been for several weeks away from here, in fact, I could almost say, away from everywhere, making a tour through the Lumbering Region in the North and East part of this state. Your previous kind and excellent letters I received before I started and ought to have replied to at the time, but in thinking of other things I neglected or put it off at the time, and after I got into the woods there was no chance to write, though I believe I thought of it every day wherever I was. By the way I could tell you great accounts of my adventures and experiences of life in the Back woods. I went with my Brotherinlaw, Mr Furber, who is agent for large proprietors of Timber lands and is so obliged to look over the Lumbering operations occasionally, exploring the lands and surveying the lumber where it is out. I can hardly tell how long we were without sleeping in a bed or going into any house other than the [[Log crossed out]] "camps" of the Lumbermen. The sight of these camps would amuse you. The end are built of logs, the roofs go clear to the ground, and are covered with bushes, bark or boards split out logs with an axe, and the whole perhaps

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Isaac Milo Maine Feb. 27, 1851 Milo Maine, Feb. 27, 1851. Reeds Ferry NH Dear Antoinette Reaching here last evening I found a letter from you awaiting me, and hasten to reply to it. I have been for several weeks away from here, in fact, I could almost say, away from everywhere, making a tour through the Lumbering Region in the North and East part of this state. Your previous kind and excellent letters I received before I started and ought to have replied to at the time, but in thinking of other things I neglected or put it off at the time, and after I got into the woods there was no chance to write, though I believe I thought of it every day wherever I was. By the way I could tell you great accounts of my adventures and experiences of life in the Back woods. I went with my Brotherinlaw, Mr Furber, who is agent for large proprietors of Timber lands and is so obliged to look over the Lumbering operations occasionally, exploring the lands and surveying the lumber where it is out. I can hardly tell how long we were without sleeping in a bed or going into any house other than the Log crossed out "camps" of the Lumbermen. The sight of these camps would amuse you. The end are built of logs, the roofs go clear to the ground, and are covered with bushes, bark or boards split out logs with an axe, and the whole perhaps